Klein looked at Swain standing in front of the monster's corpse, then turned his head to watch the "Made Punisher" who was responsible for restraining the monster just now helping his semi-conscious companion up. He suddenly felt an indescribable sadness.

No matter if they are members of the Nighthawks, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart, it is almost impossible for them to become heroes, because everything they do will not be known to the public and can only be hidden in various confidential documents. However, the danger and pain they endure are so real.

Maybe one day, my opponent will be my teammate. Klein sighed silently, feeling the heavy weight of terms such as "Nighthawk", "Punisher", and "Member of the Mechanical Heart".

At this time, Old Neil sighed and said:

"Let's go and don't disturb them."

“Okay.” Klein picked up his cane and was about to take a step forward when he saw Old Neil still covering his left hand. He asked with concern, “Are you injured?”

Old Neil chuckled and said:

"I was stabbed by the flying debris. If I were younger, I would have been able to dodge it. Fortunately, this is just a minor problem."

He loosened his right hand slightly, allowing Klein to see the small wound on the back of his left palm that was still oozing blood.

After confirming that there was no major problem, Klein sighed as he walked down the gangway:

"Mr. Neil, you are calmer than I thought. Even when the monster was less than two meters away from you, you were still able to calmly recite words and cast spells."

Although the Mandated Punisher, who had lost control and turned into a monster, pounced on Klein, Old Neil was always very close to him.

Facing the praise, Old Neil immediately laughed and said:

"I'm a veteran night watchman. Among the dangerous situations I've experienced, what happened just now doesn't even rank in the top ten. I remember one time, Dunn and I were patrolling the Raphael Cemetery. A dead person turned into a zombie at some point and left the tomb, quietly hiding in the shadows of the trees. I passed by there and didn't notice it at all. I was thinking of finding a hidden place. Hey, you know, he jumped on my back and grabbed my neck."

Klein was quite shocked by what he heard, and asked in speculation:

"In this situation, you can still calmly use a spell, or a spell that a 'secret peeper' can quickly cast?"

Old Neil glanced at him and chuckled, "No, Dunn dragged the zombie into a deep sleep in time. I told you this to tell you that as a Nighthawk, you must not only believe in yourself, but also believe in your teammates."

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then said half jokingly and half sincerely, "Mr. Neil, you are so wise today."

Old Neil took a small hop and stepped onto the dock, answering with disdain:

"That's because you usually only know the most insignificant side of me."

The two walked out of the dock and returned to the front of the Dragon Bar.

Klein put away his revolver, leaned his cane against his chest, took off his coat, and checked for any damage in the light of the gas street lamp.

"I'm really lucky. There are only a few splinters and a small area is dirty." He pulled out the debris, roughly dusted off the dirt, and dressed himself again.

Old Neil watched with a smile, imitated his tone, and added leisurely: "What a pity, it can't be reimbursed."

"Klein was unable to find the words to respond for a moment.

I am not that kind of person! He emphasized in his heart.

At this time, the public carriage arrived. Klein took out the silver pocket watch with vine patterns on it and opened it to take a look.

"If there's nothing else, I have to go home." He turned his head and said to Old Neil.

Old Neil nodded slightly and said:

"Go back and enjoy your dinner. Don't worry about the 'Sleeping Spell' just now. I will ask Swain for compensation. He is a rich man. Of course, not today. I have to consider his feelings."

“Thank you for your generosity.” Klein opened his mouth, but only uttered these words.

He quickly got into the carriage and drove back to Daffodil Street. It was past seven o'clock and it was completely dark.

After taking out the key and opening the door, Klein saw Melissa taking off her veil and hanging it on the coat rack. He smiled and said something nonsense:

"You just came back too?"

At this moment, the complex emotions that had accumulated in his mind suddenly dissipated, and he felt relaxed and warm.

“We have a practical class at school today,” Melissa explained seriously.

Klein sniffed and smelled the aroma of food. He was startled and asked subconsciously:

"Who's preparing dinner then?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Melissa answered at the same time:

"Benson!"

There was a hint of panic in their tone.

At this time, Benson heard their conversation and walked out of the kitchen, wiped his hands on his apron and said:

"Don't you have confidence in my cooking skills? I remember when Melissa didn't know how to cook, you would wait for me to come home and watch me cook eagerly. In fact, cooking is very simple. For example, when stewing beef with potatoes, you just boil the beef first, then add the potatoes, and then the seasonings."

Klein and Melissa looked at each other and remained silent.

Leaning his cane and taking off his hat, Klein smiled and said:

"I think it's time to hire a maid. It's unhealthy to always miss dinner on time."

"But I don't want there to be strangers around when we're chatting. It would make me feel uncomfortable." Melissa subconsciously found another reason to reject the idea.

Klein took off his coat and said with a smile:

“Don’t worry”

At this moment, his expression suddenly froze and his movements paused:

It was a close call. I almost took off my coat. I had a revolver under my arm.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and pretended nothing had happened. "Don't worry about it. After we get home, we can let the maid go to her room to rest. I think there is no servant who doesn't like to rest. Well, we must find a maid who is willing to learn how to cook."

He doesn't want to continue to be tortured by dark cuisine in the future.

Benson stood at the kitchen door and nodded in agreement:

"When we have free time, we can go to the 'Tingen City Help Household Servants Association'. They have abundant resources and sufficient knowledge in this area."

“Okay, it’s happily decided!” Klein ignored Melissa’s reluctant look.

Backlund, Queens, Viscount Grallint's home.

Audrey Hall left the ball with her personal maid Anne, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom arranged by the Viscount.

With Anne's help, she slowly took off her gorgeous skirt and light dancing shoes and put on the black hooded robe that she had prepared in advance.

After putting on her hood, Audrey stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to examine herself.

She saw that most of her face was hidden by the shadow of the hood, with only her beautifully curved lips clearly visible.

A black robe, a face hidden in the shadows, a mysterious and deep feeling. This is the dress I have always dreamed of! Audrey thought happily.

She was not feeling confident and added a blue boat-shaped soft hat inside the hood, with black plaid tulle hanging down, making her facial features blurry.

"Yes, that's it!" Audrey put her feet into her calfskin boots and turned her head to Anne and said, "Wait for me here. No matter who comes, don't open the door."

Anne looked at the young lady helplessly and said, "But you must promise that this outing will not exceed an hour."

"You should believe me. I kept my promises in the previous few times." Audrey smiled and moved closer to her maid, hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Then, she took a few quick steps back, pulled up her hood, turned around and left the bedroom through the secret door.

She walked down and came to the side door of the Viscount's house and saw a carriage parked there.

Master Greylint stood in the shadows, glanced at Audrey, and praised her sincerely:

"You are really dressed like this, well, just like what Emperor Roselle often says, very cool."

"Thank you." Audrey lifted her robe and bowed gracefully and happily.

The two got on the carriage, left the villa, and came to a house ten minutes away.

Outside the front door of the house, Audrey saw the "apprentice" Fors Wall and her friend "arbitrator" Hugh Dilcha, who had been interacting with her regularly recently.

Fors had slightly curly brown hair and light blue eyes that were naturally lazy. She pointed at Xio Deercha next to her and said:

"She's a great persuader and can help you get what you want."

Hugh Dilcha was short, no more than 1.5 meters tall, with delicate and soft features, but his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have not yet fully grown, and he looked quite immature.

Although she had messy, rough shoulder-length yellow hair and wore traditional knight training clothes, she had an indescribable majesty and a believable charm.

Audrey had met him several times before, so she smiled and called out:

"Miss Xiu, can I trust you?"

"You don't have to worry at all." Hugh Dilcha smiled and gestured for invitation.

Just as she was about to catch up with Audrey and Viscount Glint, there was a sudden "bang" sound. ..

Audrey looked in the direction of the sound and saw a three-edged thorn flashing with cold light lying quietly at the feet of Xio Dilcha.

"Audrey and the other person looked at each other and forgot to speak.

After more than ten seconds, Xio. Dilcha squatted down quickly and swiftly, picked up the triangular thorn, and hid it on his body.

"We must guard against unexpected events. Some people lack sufficient rationality and are not easily persuaded." Hugh Dilcha explained seriously.

Audrey nodded silently and answered in a clear voice:

"I trust you"

“This is a prop that allows some guys to talk to us calmly.” Fors turned his head and looked at the lawn, and added a sentence beside him.

The four of them said nothing more, took a few steps forward, and knocked on the wooden door at intervals of three long and two short.

With a creak, the main door slowly opened. Audrey, who had entered the audience state, saw a number of people sitting scattered inside. Some of them tried to cover their faces in various ways, such as relying on hoods and masks, while others did not care at all and exposed their facial features frankly.

Almost instantly, Audrey noticed the man in a black robe sitting on a single sofa.

This man also wore a hood, hiding his features in the shadows.

He looked at the visitor quietly and silently, giving people a feeling of looking down from a high vantage point.

Very confident, but with a disgusting look in her eyes, her gaze kept moving over me, like two slippery tentacles trying to strip off my clothes. Audrey had keen senses and careful observations, and she made a calm judgment, but she almost got goose bumps.

At this time, Fors introduced:

"That's Mr. A, a powerful Beyonder, the convener of this secret gathering."