On the storm-ravaged sea, an ancient three-masted sailing ship was bobbing up and down with the waves.

It was not fast and its size was not big enough. In this disaster scene where the sky and the sea were one, it was like a dead leaf left from a tree. However, no matter how fierce the hurricane was or how terrible the waves were, it sailed safely without tilting.

Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck, looking at the huge waves around him, as if they were mountains and peaks, wondering what he was thinking about.

"It's Monday again..." He whispered silently.

That was a day belonging to the Mother Goddess of Earth, the beginning of a new round of prosperity and decline.

But to Alger, it had another meaning, that of a mysterious being who was forever shrouded in gray mist.

At least I haven't turned into a madman... He looked away and smiled to himself.

At this time, one of his few crew members came over and asked respectfully:

"Your Excellency the Bishop, what is the goal of our voyage this time?"

Alger looked around and answered in a calm tone:

"Hunting down an Aurora 'Listener'."

…

The storm dissipated, the fog was filled, and a strange sailboat with artillery positions but still out of step with the trend of the times was revealed.

A 18-year-old boy with soft blond hair looked at the undisciplined pirates around him with fear and trepidation. He watched them drink from barrels of beer, jump back and forth with the help of ropes, taunt each other, and even fight with each other.

He turned his head to look at the black-robed man standing in the shadows and said in a low voice:

"Father, where are we going?"

Five days ago, he saw his father, who called himself an adventurer, for the first time since he could remember.

If it weren't for the oil painting left by his mother proving the other party's identity, and if it weren't for the orphanage opening its doors to him, he would never have been willing to leave his hometown and follow this almost stranger relative.

The man standing in the shadows lowered his head, looked at his son, and answered kindly:

"Jack, I will take you to a sacred place, the 'sanctuary' where the Creator once lived."

"Is that the kingdom of God? We mortals can only enter if we are granted grace..." Little Jack was well educated by his mother and had enough common sense. At this moment, he was surprised and frightened.

The man standing in the shadows had a face with such deep lines that it was unforgettable, like a stone sculpture completed by the most outstanding master.

He put his hand to his ear, pretending to listen, and answered in a tone that sounded almost like a dream:

"Jack, 'mortal' is a wrong concept. The Creator created this world. He is everywhere and exists in the body of every living being. Therefore, all things have divinity. When the divinity is rich enough, they can become angels. The seven false gods now are just more powerful angels."

"Look, I can hear the teachings of the Creator right now. Ah, what an extraordinary revelation! Life is nothing more than a spiritual journey. When the spirit is strong and tenacious enough, we can find our own divinity and become one with more divinity..."

Little Jack didn't understand this complicated description, shook his head, and asked another question that he hadn't had time to ask before:

"Father, I heard from mother that after the Creator created this world, it was divided into all things and no longer actually existed. Then why does His 'sanctuary' still exist?"

As a child of seven or eight years old, his logic is clear enough.

The man with a sculptured facial line was startled for a moment and tilted his head a little more, as if he heard more whispers.

Suddenly, he lay down and knelt on the deck, with blue-black things protruding from his exposed skin.

He covered his head with both hands, his face twisted to an abnormal degree, and shouted in extreme pain:

“They’re lying!”

…………

After lunch, after Old Neil promised to take him with him next time he went to the underground trading market, Klein slowly returned to the Blackthorn Security Company. He considered whether to read documents and practice his skills in the civilian office, or continue to go out and play the role of "fortune teller" in the divination club before Captain Dunn banned him.

However, before he could make a decision, he saw Dunn Smith coming in from outside, wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat.

"Captain, what's the situation?" Klein asked with concern, thinking about the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notes.

Dunn's grey eyes showed no sign of fatigue as he said:

"It has been confirmed by many sources that the Antigonus family's notes are in the hands of Rui Er Biber, but he has completely disappeared."

"I have informed all Nighthawks teams of this incident via telegram, asking them to pay close attention to all ports and steam train stations. The first batch of portraits was mailed out yesterday afternoon and will be published in major newspapers."

It would be great if I had a telephone, a fax machine, a surveillance camera, and big data at this time... Unfortunately, I only know how to use them, and I only understand a little bit of the principles... Klein exhaled silently.

"But no matter what, we have found the whereabouts of the notebook, and this is your credit. Of course, it still needs further confirmation. I have sent a telegram to the Backlund Diocese, requesting them to send someone to escort Sealed Artifact No. 2-049. It is a dangerous item that once belonged to the Antigonus family. It can help us know whether Riel Biber is a descendant of the Antigonus family."

"Level 2" sealed object... dangerous... use with caution and restraint... Klein wanted to curiously ask what this sealed object was, what special abilities it had, and where the dangers lay, but he immediately remembered that his confidentiality level was not high enough, so he had no choice but to give up.

“May the goddess bless us.” Klein tapped his chest four times, drawing a full moon.

Dunn opened the door of his office and nodded slightly.

"The goddess has been blessing us, Klein. If you hadn't chosen the 'Fortune Teller' before, you would have become a formal team member and chosen the 'Sleeping Man' after this matter was confirmed. What a pity... Frankly speaking, I never understood why you chose the 'Fortune Teller'. Although the 'Corpse Collector' is repulsive, you have met Daly and should understand how powerful the 'Psychic' is. The 'Secret Peeper' is also a good choice. At least with Old Neil as a role model, the risk of losing control will be very low."

Klein had prepared an answer to this question from the beginning, but Dunn never asked it until now.

He organized his words:

"What I considered is that the 'Fortune Seer' and the 'Mystery Peeper' are auxiliary Beyonders. They don't have to face the enemy all the time. That would be too dangerous. And you and Old Neil also said that in the mysterious and extraordinary fields, curiosity and exploration often bring terrible consequences. The description of the 'Mystery Peeper' peeping makes me feel worried, so... Ha, you know, I was just an ordinary college student not long ago. Being timid is the only reason I made this choice."

“I have to say, this is an answer that I didn’t expect, but I think it makes sense.” Dunn rubbed his forehead and chuckled.

He half turned around and looked Klein up and down with deep gray eyes:

"During this period, you continued to go out, not limited to the route from Welch's house to Iron Cross Street. Maybe, maybe you could sense the notebook and help us determine the whereabouts of Rui Er Bibb."

“Okay.” Klein found that he didn’t need to worry about it anymore.

He said goodbye and turned around, and began to count silently in his mind:

"Three, two..."

"Wait a minute." Dunn shouted.

Klein turned around and smiled slightly:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

Dunn coughed and said:

"Well, auxiliary Beyonders will also have to face enemies sometimes. Although the 'Fortune Teller' sounds like he can avoid this, we cannot be careless. You must keep practicing with firearms and increase your strength in a planned way."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do." Klein pointed outside. "I'm going out."

"Okay, uh, wait a minute." Dunn stopped him again and said while thinking, "Maybe I should consider hiring a combat instructor for you. Of course, the premise of this is that you become a formal team member."

Klein hummed and asked cautiously:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

“No more.” Seeing Klein’s unconvincing look, Dunn shook his head and smiled faintly, emphasizing, “Really no more.”

Klein then walked out of the partition and said goodbye to Roxanne, Mrs. Orianna, and the others. He first went to the shooting club to practice, and then wandered around for a full hour, conscientiously completing the tasks assigned by the captain.

After doing all this, he came to the Divination Club and saw the beautiful Ms. Angelica reading a magazine leisurely.

"Family"... Klein silently recited the title, picked up his cane, walked over, and greeted with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Angelica calmly put down the magazine, stood up and said, "Mr. Glacis came not long after you left yesterday. He just recovered from a serious illness."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

“It’s a really gratifying thing.”

Hearing this, Angelica, who had been observing him quietly, couldn't help but lower her voice and asked curiously:

"Mr. Glacis said that you are a very, very, very wonderful doctor, is that right?"

What? Klein looked at the lady opposite him in astonishment, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

How can you tell that I am a doctor?

I don’t know myself…