Chapter 22 Are you a newcomer too?
Early in the morning, Angel was awakened by a knock on the door downstairs.
“Hmm…”
Angel had been busy until late at night or even dawn these days and had not had a good night's sleep. Last night, she finally dealt with Mrs. Sharon, the only one who knew about her relationship with Cole, and put down a big stone in her heart. She went home, took a quick shower and slept until now.
Cole's sister, Lily Granger's room had been cleaned, and the bedding after drying gave off a special fragrance, like gentle hands holding Angel on the bed.
Even though the sun was shining outside the window, she didn't want to get up like this.
"Sorry, I'm coming in!" The voice of the handyman Tromi came from outside the window, followed by the sound of a key opening the door.
Cole trusted Tromi so much that he even gave her a copy of the key to the front door so that Tromi could come into the house and clean it at any time when he was out.
Although the house now temporarily belongs to Angel, she did not take back the key from Tromi, for the same reason as Cole: she also often goes out, and the house needs a maid to clean the house regularly. A maid who has worked for several years is always more trustworthy than a stranger.
Hearing the rustling sounds downstairs, Angel decided to cover his head and sleep for another hour. He had come to a different world and was no longer a Templar who had to go to church for morning prayers every morning. What would be the harm in sleeping for another hour, let alone sleeping until the afternoon?
Wait, I think I agreed to join the Nighthawks yesterday and was supposed to report in this morning...
Angel quickly climbed out of bed and went downstairs in his pajamas, startling Tromi, who was wearing an apron and a dust sheet wrapped around his head.
"Mr. Granger?"
When she saw who was coming, her excited expression instantly turned into frustration.
"Ah—it's you. Sorry, miss… It seems the rumors are true. Is he really missing?"
Regarding this differential treatment, Angel speculated that Tromi might have some thoughts about his employer that went beyond the employment relationship, but there was no further evidence.
Seeing that the female worker was getting more and more sad, she could only comfort her with a few words and said that even if Cole Granger was not there for the time being, she would continue to employ the female worker for odd jobs and could negotiate a salary increase.
After much persuasion, Tromi was calmed down. She quickly washed up, changed into a set of light clothes and went out.
It has been nearly a week since she traveled through time, and Angel is still not used to women's clothing. She chose loose clothes that are convenient for movement, rather than the skirts commonly worn by women of this era.
But even such a simple dress took half an hour. It was too troublesome for a woman to prepare before going out. But if she went to work in a sleepy and disheveled state, it would be too inappropriate... Angel complained in his heart as he walked quickly towards the railway carriage station at the corner of the street.
Fortunately, the railway carriage came quickly. She got on the car, paid 4 pence, and found a seat in the corner.
It was already past the rush hour, and there were not many passengers on the carriage. A middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper opposite her looked up and glanced casually when he saw someone sitting down, then lowered his head and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Wait, wait a moment!" A shout came from outside the carriage. As the sound of running leather shoes approached, a man got into the carriage.
"Zoutland Street, thank you." The man who caught the carriage was wearing a tuxedo and a silk hat, as if he was going to a ball. He fished a coin from his pocket and handed it to the staff outside the window at the front of the carriage. Then he let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Wearing so much in such hot weather, it really means you want style over temperature...
Hey, does this person look familiar?
Angel took a closer look and found that it was the new Nighthawk who he met at the door when he was "escorted" back to Blackthorn Security Company early yesterday morning. His name seemed to be Klein?
It seems that he has rented a house on Daffodil Street and moved to this street.
Klein also noticed Angel sitting in the corner. He stood at the door for a while, but decided to sit over.
"Hello."
Seeing Klein sitting down next to him, Angel took the initiative to greet him. The other party obviously recognized him. Since they would be colleagues in the future, it was necessary to maintain a good relationship.
"Hello," Klein replied. He felt a little uneasy after sitting down next to Angel. "I saw you yesterday on Daffodil Street. Your name is..."
"Angel Granger, you're Klein Moretti, right? Um... the new guy at Blackthorn Security Company?"
Angel's attitude made the other party relax a lot, and the two continued to talk. Although some things involving mysterious areas were not convenient to talk about on the public carriage, she still managed to get a lot of information about Klein.
Klein Moretti is a history graduate from Khoyi University. He has a brother and a sister, presumably the two he saw with him yesterday. He was involved in an extraordinary incident last week. As the sole survivor of a mass suicide, he was recruited into the Night Watch as a civilian.
Angel remembered the "newcomer like you" Leonard mentioned yesterday. Was he referring to him?
Could it be that all these members of the Nighthawks came from this way?
While we were chatting, we arrived at Zouteland Street.
Klein said goodbye and got out of the carriage. He stood on the street, adjusted his hat, and breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that Angel had also gotten out.
"Miss Granger, you're getting off here too, aren't you?" Klein raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Yes, I'm also here at Blackthorn Security Company, and I just happened to be going your way."
Angel replied with a smile, she didn't intend to reveal the answer to the mystery for the time being.
The two men walked one after the other into the security company's second-floor reception room. The room, which had resembled a battlefield the previous night, had been swept clean. The blood-stained carpet had been removed, revealing the wooden floor. Only one sofa remained intact, and a few mismatched armchairs formed a semicircle. In the middle, a low round table, brought in from nowhere, served as a tea table. The reception desk, unable to be replaced, remained, its exterior façade still etched with two bullet holes.
A brown-haired girl was sitting behind the reception desk, fiddling with the coffee pot. The rich aroma of coffee filled the room. The sound of the door opening made her look up and look at the two people.
"Good morning, Klein, and who is this?" She greeted Klein first, then looked at Angel with a puzzled look.
"Angel Granger, Captain Dunn should have mentioned me."
The girl's eyes widened. "It's you... Yes, the captain said you would come today. He's waiting for you in the office."
She put down the coffee pot, walked out from behind the reception desk, led the two around the partition, into a corridor, and stood at the door of one of the three offices.
“Bang bang—” She knocked on the office door and said, “Captain, I brought the two people you mentioned.”
Dunn Smith's deep voice came from inside: "Come in."
The girl didn't go in herself, but instead gestured "please". Angel glanced at Klein and saw him take a half step back, politely making way for the entrance, and then walked into the office first.
"Daly left Tingen early this morning." Dunn Smith sat behind a solid wooden desk and waited for Angel to close the door before saying something without any context.
Angel was stunned. She didn't expect that Dunn would not talk about work first.
"I thought she would rest for a few more days."
"She came to Tingen this time under other pretexts, and she stayed two more days because of Mrs. Sharon's case. That's already the limit. I have to write a report to explain this matter."
Dunn's gray eyes were smiling, and he was obviously not dissatisfied with these trivial matters. "She thinks very highly of you. She said that if I hadn't recruited you into Tingen's team, she would have kidnapped you."
"Maybe I should follow her back to Port Enmat. She might give me full pay."
"Ahem...those are the rules, not something I can change. Ask the other newcomer, Mr. Klein Moretti, standing outside. He joined before you, and he's still an informal member."
As he spoke, he took out two copies of the contract from the drawer.
Angel took the contract and sat in the chair opposite Dunn to read it carefully. The contract did not contain many clauses, such as signing time, salary, benefits, obligations, etc. Most of them were what Dunn had told her when he invited her to join last night, except for the additional clause that "you need to wait for the approval of the Holy Church before you can become a formal member."
At first glance, there are no unreasonable clauses, except for the confidentiality clause, which is very strict. Even if it is violated, there is no need for prosecution, and the church will directly judge and punish the offender.
However, considering the special nature of the Nighthawks, Angel could understand their caution.
She signed her name and fingerprint at the end of the contract, and Dunn stamped both contracts and returned one to Angel, and the contract was established.
"Then welcome to the Nighthawks, Miss Angel Granger." After putting away the contract, Dunn stood up and extended his right hand across the table.
Angel smiled slightly, stood up, and also extended his right hand to hold the other person's hand.
"Thank you, Captain Dunn Smith."
After shaking hands, the two men sat down again, but Dunn's next words stunned Angel again.
"Your first mission is to turn in a batch of the bullets you used in yesterday's battle. What are they called?"
Dunn shifted his position in the reclining chair to make himself more comfortable and began to speak.
Angel was confused, but he quickly replied, "They're called 'Gathering Storms' and 'Phantom Phosphorus Eruption'. They were both used up yesterday, and I need to make new ones. Should I hand them over to the higher-ups?"
"Yes, I have to submit the battle report next week. How many bullets can you make this week?"
Neither of them elaborated on who “above” was.
Angel roughly estimated that he could make about 5 bullets an hour, but based on his previous experience, his spiritual energy would be exhausted if he could make at most 20 bullets. If he concentrated on making them once a day, he could produce about 100 "Storm Gathering" bullets a week.
Since the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" is a more complicated process, the bottleneck is not the spirituality, but the inability to concentrate for a long time. She estimates that she can only make 10 pieces a day.
"If there are enough materials, we should be able to make 100 'Storm Gathering' bullets with enhanced attack power, and a maximum of 10 of the other type of bullets." She answered honestly. This involved an assessment of her own combat effectiveness and value. As a newcomer, Angel did not lie.
Dunn nodded with satisfaction, took out a stack of notes from the drawer, quickly signed a note with the pen on the table, tore it off and handed it to Angel.
"Give this note to Miss Roxanne, who's on duty today, later. Have her take you to Old Neil to get the necessary materials. And then give me 80 bullets next Monday. You can decide the ratio, but you need both."
Do you just need the finished product, not the recipe or how to make it?
Angel suppressed his doubts and took the note signed in Dunn's fancy handwriting.
"There's an alchemy room in the basement, usually used by Old Neil. You can use it as needed. If you need any equipment, let him know and we'll get it as soon as possible," Dunn instructed carefully. "Of course, you can also make it in your own alchemy room. I just want to see the results next week."
It seems that my house was searched by them the night before yesterday... Also, I entered the dream in the basement, and I am sure that I can't hide it from Dunn who has the "nightmare" ability.
"I'd better go back to production. I'm already used to the equipment."
After much consideration, Angel decided to make the required bullets in his own home instead of in the alchemy room at the Nighthawks headquarters.
"Then do it quickly. Please call Mr. Klein Moretti in for me." Dunn nodded, indicating his approval.
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