"Why?" Klein's heart was immediately in turmoil when he heard Dunn's words, and he blurted out the question instinctively.

Do Beyonders have serious hidden dangers? So much so that the church's internal judicial organs, the Beyonders who handle evil incidents, are also prone to problems?

Dunn Smith walked into the carriage and sat in his previous seat, his expression and tone remaining normal:

"It's not something you need to know, and it's not something you can know unless you become one of us."

Klein was speechless for a moment, then sat down and asked with a mixture of amusement and confusion:

"How can you make the decision to join without figuring this out?"

If you don’t join, you won’t be able to understand, and this will become a vicious circle…

Dunn Smith took out his pipe again and took a puff:

"You probably misunderstood. We include civilians among our ranks."

"In other words, as long as I become your civilian staff, I can understand the relevant secrets, figure out the hidden dangers and possible dangers of Extraordinary People, and then consider whether to become an Extraordinary People?" Klein recounted the other party's meaning in his own words while organizing his thoughts.

Dunn smiled and said:

"That's right, except for one thing: it doesn't mean you will become a Beyonder just because you consider it. In this regard, all major churches are equally strict."

It would be strange if they weren't strict... Klein muttered to himself and said with a gesture to emphasize his tone:

"What about the civilian staff? That should be very strict too, right?"

"If it's you, then there shouldn't be any problem." Dunn half-closed his eyes and sniffed his pipe with a slightly relaxed expression, but he didn't light the tobacco.

"Why?" Klein was confused again.

At the same time, he laughed at himself in his heart:

Could it be that my uniqueness, my aura as a time traveler, is just like a firefly in the dark night, so bright, so outstanding?

Dunn opened his half-closed eyes, his grey eyes were as deep as before:

"First, being able to survive an incident like this without our help means that you have advantages that are different from others, such as luck, and lucky people are always popular."

Seeing Klein's somewhat dazed expression, he smiled slightly and said:

"Okay, just take it as a humorous statement. Second, you are a graduate of the History Department of Khoyi University, which is something we really need. Although Luermi, a follower of the Lord of Storms, has a disgusting attitude towards women, his views on society, humanities, economy and politics are still sharp. He said that talent is the key factor in maintaining competitive advantage and good development. I agree with this."

Noticing that Klein frowned slightly, he casually explained:

"You should be able to imagine that we often come into contact with documents and items from the Fourth Epoch or even earlier. Many cults and heretics try to gain power from these things. Sometimes, they themselves can also lead to strange and terrifying things."

"Except for Extraordinaries in special fields, most of us are not good at learning, or we are already past that age." At this point, Dunn Smith pointed to his head, and said with a slight smile on his face, "Those boring and tedious knowledge always make people want to sleep, even those who cannot sleep can't resist. In the past, we would seek cooperation from historians and archaeologists, but this would have the risk of secrets being leaked, and it might also bring bad things to professors and associate professors. Therefore, it is hard to refuse to have a professional join us as a member."

Klein nodded slightly, accepting Dunn's statement, and asked with divergent thoughts:

"Then why didn't you just, uh, develop one?"

Dunn continued to speak to himself:

"This is the third and final most important point. You have already been exposed to similar incidents. Inviting you does not violate the confidentiality clause. If I recruit someone else and fail, I will be responsible for the secret leak. Most of our team members and civilian staff come from within the church."

After listening quietly, Klein asked curiously:

"Why do you keep it so secret? If many things are made public and spread to more people, wouldn't it prevent the same mistakes from happening again? The greatest fear comes from the unknown. We can make the unknown known."

"No, human stupidity is beyond your imagination. This will lead to more imitations, greater chaos and more serious incidents." Dunn Smith shook his head and replied.

Klein hummed, and then said with some understanding:

“The only lesson mankind has learned from history is that mankind cannot learn anything from history and always repeats the same tragedy.”

"Emperor Roselle's famous saying is indeed full of philosophy." Dunn agreed.

...Emperor Roselle said that? The senior time traveler really didn't leave any chance for the latecomers to show off... Klein didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Dunn turned his head and looked outside the carriage. The dim light of the street lamps intertwined into the glory of civilization.

"...Inside the judicial organs of major churches, there is a similar saying. This may be the main reason why it is strictly kept secret and forbidden to ordinary people."

"What is it?" Klein's spirits perked up, and he felt the pleasure of prying into a secret.

Dunn turned his head and his facial muscles twitched slightly:

“Belief and fear bring trouble, more belief and fear bring more trouble, until all is ruined.”

After saying this, he sighed and said:

"Besides praying for the protection and help of the gods, humans cannot solve the real big problems."

"Belief and fear bring trouble. More belief and fear bring greater trouble..." Klein muttered to himself, not quite understanding this sentence. Then he felt fear because of the unknown that he didn't quite understand. It was as if in the shadow of the street lamp outside, in the darkness without light, there were pairs of malicious eyes and open mouths.

The horses' hooves were agile, the wheels were rolling, and Iron Cross Street was in sight. Dunn broke the sudden silence and formally invited:

"Will you join us as a civilian?"

Klein had an idea, but he was unable to make a decision for a moment. After thinking for a while, he said:

"Can I think about it?"

The stakes are too high to make a hasty or reckless choice.

"No problem, just give me an answer before Sunday." Dunn nodded. "Of course, remember to keep it confidential. You cannot tell anyone else about Welch's incident, including your brother and sister. If you violate this, it will not only cause trouble for them, but may also lead to you going to a special court."

“Okay.” Klein replied solemnly.

The carriage fell silent again.

As he approached Iron Cross Street and was about to reach home, Klein suddenly thought of a question. After hesitating for a few seconds, he opened his mouth and asked:

"Mr. Smith, what are the salaries and benefits of your civilian staff?"

This is a serious question…

Dunn was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Don't worry about this. Our funding is jointly guaranteed by the church and the police department. The weekly salary for newly hired civilian staff is 2 pounds 10 soli, plus an additional 10 soli for confidentiality and risk allowance. The total is 3 pounds, which is not much different from a formal university lecturer."

"After that, as your qualifications increase and corresponding merits are gained, your salary will gradually increase."

"For civilian staff, we usually have a five-year contract. If you don't want to do it anymore after five years, you can resign normally, but you must sign a lifetime confidentiality clause. You cannot leave Tingen without our approval. If you move to another city, you must first register with the local Night Watch."

"Oh, by the way, there are no Sundays, we can only take turns to rest, and we must always have three civilian staff working. If you want to go to the south, to the Disi Bay, for a vacation, you need to coordinate with your colleagues."

As soon as Dunn finished speaking, the carriage stopped and the apartment where the Klein family lived appeared on the side.

“I understand.” Klein turned and got off the carriage, then stopped beside it. “By the way, Mr. Smith, if I have thought it through, where should I go to find you?”

Dunn smiled deeply and said:

"Go to the Hound Tavern on Beswick Street and find their boss, Wright. He will tell you that he wants to hire a team of mercenaries to do a mission."

"Huh?" Klein was confused.

"Our address is also confidential. I can't tell you directly before you agree. Well, Mr. Klein Moretti, I wish you a good dream tonight." Dunn greeted with a smile.

Klein took off his hat and saluted, watching the carriage leave from slow to fast.

He took out his pocket watch, clicked it, and saw that it was just after four in the morning. There was a cool breeze on the street and the street lights were dim.

Klein took a deep breath and felt the quietness of the night around him.

The neighborhood, which is the busiest and most noisy during the day, is so deserted and quiet in the middle of the night, which is completely different from the silent gaze and psychedelic hallucination in Welch's residence.

It was not until this moment that he realized that the back of his linen shirt was covered with sweat and was cold and wet.