"Blackthorn Security Company."

When he saw the sign, Klein was stunned for a long time. He felt something that was unexpected but reasonable.

It really is... I don't know how to complain... He shook his head and laughed, climbed the stairs, stretched out his right hand, and knocked lightly on the half-open door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a slow and rhythmic knock on the door, but there was no response from inside the house. Only the faint sound of "da da da" could be heard.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Klein repeated it again, and the result was still the same.

He changed from knocking to pushing to make the gap bigger, and looked inside, seeing a group of classical sofas, soft-covered armchairs and a log-colored coffee table, which might be used for reception. He also saw a table directly opposite and a brown-haired girl who was walking slowly with her head lowered behind the table.

Although the "Security Company" sign was just a disguise, it was too, too unprofessional, wasn't it? How long had it been since business came to the store? Well, you don't need any business... Klein complained in his heart as he moved closer and knocked twice on the girl's ear on the table.

Boom! Boom!

The brown-haired girl sat up straight, picked up the newspaper spread out in front of her with both hands, and covered her face.

"Tingen City Honest Man's Newspaper"... What a good name... Klein silently read the headline of the newspaper facing him.

"The steam train 'Flying' that goes directly to Constant City opens today... Really, when can it reach Disi Bay directly? I don't want to take a ship again. It's too uncomfortable, very uncomfortable... Hey, who are you?" The brown-haired girl read it in a pretentious manner and expressed her opinion. As she spoke, she lowered the newspaper, revealing her smooth forehead and light brown eyes. She looked at Klein in a flattering manner and then in surprise.

"Hello, I'm Klein Moretti. I'm here at the invitation of Mr. Dunn Smith." Klein took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

The brown-haired girl seemed to be in her early twenties, wearing a light green Loen-style long dress with beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, chest, etc., which made her face look even more beautiful.

"Captain...Okay, wait here for a moment, I'll go ask him." The girl got up hurriedly and entered the inner room through the door next to her.

He didn't even offer to pour a glass of water or anything... His service awareness is worrying... Klein smiled slightly and waited where he was, not going to the sofa or chairs.

After two or three minutes, the brown-haired girl pushed the door open and said with a sweet smile:

"Mr. Moretti, please follow me. The captain is on duty at the Chanis Gate today and cannot leave."

“Okay.” Klein walked forward amiably, but he was grumbling in his heart.

Chanisgate, what is that?

Through the partition, the first thing that caught his eye was a short corridor with about three offices on each side.

Some of these offices were locked, while others were open, and one could see people inside typing away on heavy mechanical typewriters.

At a glance, Klein actually spotted an acquaintance: the young police officer who came to search his home that day, the one with black hair and blue eyes, and the romantic temperament of a poet.

He was not wearing formal clothes, and his white shirt was not tucked into his trousers, looking very unruly.

Maybe he really is a poet... Klein nodded, and the other party smiled back.

The brown-haired girl turned the handle of the office on the left at the end, pushed the door open, pointed inside and said with a smile:

"We still have to go down a few flights of stairs."

There was nothing in this office, only gray-white stone stairs leading down.

The walls on both sides of the stairs were lit with elegantly shaped gas lamps; their steady light dispelled the darkness and brought peace.

The brown-haired girl walked in front, staring at her feet and walking carefully:

"Although I often walk here, I'm still afraid. I'm always worried about falling and rolling down. You don't know, Leonard did such a stupid thing. On the first day he became an 'Insomniac', on the first day he didn't fully master his own power, he tried to run at a sprint speed, and then, he turned into a wheel. Haha, it's funny to think about it. Well, it was the guy who greeted you just now. This happened three years ago. Speaking of which, I have joined the Nighthawks for five years. I was only seventeen years old at that time..."

The girl looked at the road and spoke in a familiar manner. Suddenly, she slapped her forehead secretly and said:

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Luo Shan. My father was a regular member of the Nighthawks. He died in an accident five years ago. We should be colleagues from now on. Uh, should I use the word 'colleagues'? We can't be considered teammates yet. After all, we are not Beyonders."

“I hope to have this honor, but in the end it all depends on what Mr. Smith says.” Klein looked around the enclosed area and felt that the two of them were beginning to go underground. The stone walls exuded cold moisture, dispelling the summer heat.

"Don't worry, the fact that you can come here directly means the captain agrees. I've always been a little afraid of the captain. Although he is very kind and caring, and gives me the feeling of a father, I don't know why, but I'm afraid of him." Luo Shan's voice sounded like she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

Klein responded humorously:

"Isn't it normal to be afraid of your father?"

"That makes sense." Luo Shan reached out and supported the wall at the corner.

As they were talking, the two of them walked down the spiral staircase and came to the flat ground paved with stone slabs.

This was a long corridor. The walls on both sides were also inlaid with gas lamps surrounded by metal grids. The light shone down, casting long shadows on Klein and Roxanne.

Klein keenly noticed that there was a "Dark Holy Emblem" at intervals on the wall. It was the symbol of the Goddess of Night - "a deep black background with bright embellishments, surrounding a half crimson moon."

These holy emblems didn't seem to be anything special, but as he walked among them, Klein's mood gradually became calmer. Roxanne also closed her mouth and stopped chatting like before.

Soon, a crossroads appeared ahead, and the brown-haired girl gave a brief introduction:

"To the left is the Church of St. Selina, to the right is the Weapons, Materials and Documents Library, and straight ahead is the Chanis Gate."

St. Selina's Church? Could it be that Zouteland Street is just behind Red Moon Street? Klein was stunned when he heard this.

The Church of Saint Selina on Red Moon Street is the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Night in Tingen City. It is a sacred place that all local devout believers yearn for. Together with the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery "Holy Number Church" in the suburbs and the Church of the Lord of Storms "River and Sea Church" also located in the northern part of Tingen, it supports the religious community of Tingen City and its affiliated towns and villages.

Feeling that it was inappropriate for him to ask more questions in his current capacity, Klein just listened silently without saying anything.

They crossed the intersection and walked straight ahead. In less than a minute, a pair of black iron double doors engraved with seven holy emblems appeared in front of them.

It stands there, giving people an intuitive feeling of heaviness, coldness and overlooking, like a giant guarding in the darkness.

"Chaness Gate." Luo Shan mentioned, pointing to the room next to it, "The captain is inside, you can go in by yourself."

“Okay, thank you for your help.” Klein replied politely.

The room that Roxanne pointed to was just in front of the "Chaness Gate". The window was open and lights were shining out. Klein took a breath and calmly counted with his fingers.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Come in." Dunn Smith's deep and warm voice came out.

Klein gently pushed open the half-open door and saw only a table and four chairs inside. Dunn Smith, with a high hairline, was wearing the same black windbreaker he wore last night and reading a newspaper leisurely. There was a gold watch chain near the buttons on his chest.

"Please sit down. Have you thought about it? Are you sure you want to join us?" Dunn put down the newspaper in his hand and asked with a smile.

Klein took off his hat, bowed, sat down at the table, and nodded slowly:

"Yes, I am sure."

"Then take a look at this contract. Haha, now everyone likes to call it a contract." Dunn opened the desk drawer and took out two copies of the contract.

There weren't many clauses above, and they were basically what Dunn Smith had mentioned before, with the emphasis on the confidentiality clause. Violators would no longer go through the Kingdom Court, but would be tried directly by the Arbitration Tribunal of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, just like soldiers and officers had to go to military courts.

Five-year contract... Two pounds 10 soli per week, 10 soli for confidentiality and risk allowance... Klein read it all and replied solemnly:

"I'm fine."

"Then sign it." Dunn pointed to the dark red pen and ink on the table.

Klein first tested his pen with a piece of waste paper, then took a deep breath and signed his name in the corresponding places on both contracts: Klein Moretti.

Since he didn't have a seal, he could only use his fingerprints.

Dunn took back the contract, took out a seal from the drawer, and stamped it at the end and several key places.

After doing all this, he stood up, handed back a contract with one hand, and reached out to Klein with the other:

"Welcome, from now on, you are one of us. Please note that the contract must be kept confidential."

Klein stood up and took the contract. He shook the other party's hand and said with a smile:

"Then should I call you captain?"

"Yes." Dunn's gray eyes were unusually deep in the dim environment.

After shaking hands, the two men sat down separately. Klein glanced at the seal on the contract and found that the words were "Tingen Market Night Squad, Ahowa County, Loen Kingdom."

"I really didn't expect you to use 'Blackthorn Security Company' as a cover." He laughed casually.

"Actually, we have another sign." Dunn took out a piece of paper from the drawer.

It was stamped with the seals of the city government and the police department, and contained two lines of words:

"The Seventh Team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department of the Kingdom of Loen."

"The first four groups are normal police forces responsible for security, such as the VIP protection group and the important places protection group. Starting from the fifth group, they will target supernatural events in various cities in the county. Our seventh group is responsible for events related to the goddess believers in Tingen City. If there are different believers, they will be divided according to the region. We are mainly in the North District, West District and Jinwutong District."

Dunn gave a brief introduction. "The sixth team of the Storm Lord Church's 'Substituted Punishers' team is responsible for the dock area, the east area, and the south area. The university area and the suburbs belong to the fifth team, which is the 'Mechanical Heart' team in Tingen."

"Hmm." Klein couldn't find anything to ask about this matter, so he smiled and said, "What if someone really comes to entrust us with a mission because of the Blackthorn Security Company's name?"

"Yes, why not? As long as it doesn't affect daily affairs." Dunn answered slowly and humorously, "The money earned is an extra subsidy. The team members are happy to do it. Anyway, troublesome and trivial matters such as finding cats and dogs are now taken care of by private detectives."

"How many people are there in our Nighthawks team?" Klein asked on this topic.

"There aren't many supernatural events, and even fewer extraordinary people. There are only six official members of the Night Watch in the entire Tingen City, including me. Haha, there are six civilian staff members, including you." Dunn answered calmly.

Klein nodded and finally asked about the matter he was most concerned about:

"Captain, what do you mean by the Beyonder losing control? Why did he lose control?"

PS: There will be a new chapter every Monday, and one chapter will be updated in the early morning. Also, the gambling activity of the dog catching the rat in the previous chapter is not my imagination, but the creation of the lower class people in the British country in the Victorian era. . I will post the source of the information on the WeChat public account later.