"Klein, you didn't get any rest last night, okay?"

This is the first time that Klein has heard a similar question today, and he himself knows the reason.

That's right, anyone who sees the slightly dark circles under his eyes should be able to accurately guess the fact that he didn't get a good night's sleep last night.

"I was a little obsessed with reading historical materials yesterday. Haha, I accidentally fell asleep a little late."

Klein explained to himself skillfully.

Fortunately, his colleagues don't think too much, and unlike Benson and Melissa, they don't express understanding with a subtle and "nothing is said" look in their eyes. Otherwise, Klein would feel that his face is really...

I can't stand it anymore.

Of course, the most important thing is that the witch named Alice did not come to work with him.

I finally got rid of that witch temporarily...

When Klein thought of this, he felt as if his steps were light and even the sun was shining a little brighter.

Strange to say, he clearly suffered from insomnia yesterday and tossed and turned in bed for a long time without successfully falling asleep. However, he did not feel any obvious fatigue now. He even felt that his body was a little lighter than usual and he seemed to be full of energy.

What is this, the benefits of cultivating an immortal? If this were the case, wouldn't it be that he who stayed up late almost every day before time travel should have succeeded in cultivation long ago?

He joked secretly in his mind, then shook his head and returned to his work station to sit down, open the various materials spread out on the table, and prepare to start his morning study work.

Today is Thursday, and Old Neil was assigned to guard the "Chanis Gate", so he did not have a lecturer for his occult course in the morning and had to study by himself.

But it doesn't matter. He read a lot of information in advance last night, and now this time can be used to consolidate his review. If everything goes well, Klein thinks he can even try a new divination method.

Although pendulum divination has its own advantages, its limitations are also obvious. It can only give an answer to the question of whether or not.

But the problem Klein is currently facing is much more difficult than choosing one of two questions, not to mention...

He looked around a few times and saw that no one was paying attention to his side, so he quietly took out the citrine pendulum tied with a silver chain from his sleeve and repeated the question he had tried to divine several times.

"I should report yesterday's accident to the Nighthawks...I should report yesterday's accident to the Nighthawks..."

No matter how hard he tried, the Citrine Pendulum remained motionless as if it had lost its soul.

His divination was disturbed.

Klein put away the pendulum pendant wordlessly, looked down at the occult notes that recorded the strange symbols, and unconsciously grabbed the pen on the desk with his right hand, tapping on the blank page bit by bit, fainting Xiao Xiao

blue-black ink marks.

He has tried many times and knows that not only this issue is interfered with by divination, but also almost all inquiries involving the witch lady, his divination fails.

Is she a real visitor from another world? Does she have any ill intentions towards him or want to do something unfavorable? What is her intention towards him...

Klein racked his brains and thought of various suitable divination sentences, but in the end all failed, so he still knew nothing about the above issues.

Is it because her power level is much higher than his?

Or is it because he signed the "contract" written in black and white on Miss Witch before going out this morning?

Klein felt uneasy, always worried that he had made the wrong decision.

But the conditions she proposed were reasonable, and the reward she gave was enough to make his heart move - she gave Klein a promise. A wish that he could arbitrarily specify within her ability.

What Klein has to pay is just a simple restriction not to reveal her origin and true identity to others in any way.

And the price for violating the "contract"... According to Alice, there is no price. Because it seems that the "contract" will force both parties to fulfill the agreed agreement. If there is no breach of contract, there will naturally be no price.

...Is it really such a good thing?

To be honest, Klein had doubts, and he also checked the white parchment with the treaty over and over again, trying to find strange marks hidden in the corners, or traces of invisible ink writing - based on his many years of online writing experience

, usually people who are tricked by this kind of magic contract have neglected the details. He does not want to repeat the mistakes of his predecessors.

but none.

He didn't find any problems with the "contract", and the divination results also told him the same conclusion. Alice watched silently from the side, not urging him, just smiling and waiting for him to make a decision. It was as quiet and beautiful as in a painting.

people.

Well, in this case, Klein has made a choice - what does the contract signed by Klein Moretti have to do with him, Zhou Mingrui?

He signed the full name of Klein Moretti on the "contract", then handed it back to Alice, and then saw her take out an exquisite and unique seal from her robe pocket, and place her name where she should sign it.

Once the location is covered, it's done.

About two or three seconds later, under the joint gaze of the two of them, this mysterious "contract" was ignited with dark blue flames by some unknown force, and burned down to no ashes in just an instant.

"Okay, sir, please do it." Alice said at that time, with a sense of indifference about "what are you going to do next?"

...Although this was indeed the case, and he really didn't want her to interfere in his life, there was always a strange and confused perception that made his face heat up slightly.

Why do you feel that the scene in front of you is so similar...the scene where the wife who stays at home talking to her husband who is about to go to work...

After taking care of his shirt and vest, Klein almost ran away and left his room.

The memory stops here.

Klein sighed silently, feeling that he should no longer worry about these unsolvable problems.

He must master the mysterious and extraordinary knowledge and improve his strength. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to go further and solve the problem! Yes, he should insist on entering such a virtuous circle!

Klein cheered up, picked up the pen again, and began to study on his own.

I don't know how much time passed, but two taps on the table completely interrupted his concentration.

Klein raised his head and looked at the Nighthawk who came to the clerk's office - although he had become a Beyonder, he was still an informal member of the Nighthawk team, so he could play cards and relax in the entertainment room with the other team members.

It’s different, the position is still a civilian position...

Well, a civil servant who knows something about occultism and a little bit about divination.

"Klein? The captain asked me to come over and call you to go to his office."

The Nighthawk in front of him can be considered an acquaintance of Klein.

Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes, the "Midnight Poet" of the Insomniac Path, still looks like a bohemian today. He is not wearing a vest, his shirt is not tied into his trousers, and he is covered in poet-like clothes.

Romantic temperament.

"OK."

Klein agreed immediately, simply packed up the paper information on hand, stood up and walked out. But he soon discovered that Leonard did not return to his standby position, but followed him.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, the black-haired and green-eyed "Midnight Poet" showed a faint smile: "Although I also want to go back to play cards, unfortunately, the captain seems to have something to tell us, so unfortunately, I

Quint can only put it aside for the time being."

Klein nodded wordlessly, and couldn't help but glance in as he passed by the Nighthawks Entertainment Room. Sure enough, he saw his two Extraordinary colleagues grabbing several Gwent cards and fighting back and forth.

It is indeed a Gwent card that can produce the following strange dialogue...

"My wife is missing. Please help me find her!" "Okay, but before that, why don't we play a game of Quint?" "Come on!"

Emperor Russell, who brought this source of all evil into the board game culture here, is really a talent. He takes other people's path and leaves others with no way to go...

Klein complained habitually.

"However, is there anything you want to tell us specifically?" Klein noticed a certain detail in his words.

"Well, I suggest you ask the captain directly. We're already here anyway."

Leonard knocked casually on the door frame of the captain's office, and walked straight over without waiting for a response. Klein quickly followed.

"You are here, come and take a look at the information here."

Dunn Smith nodded to the two of them, got to the point directly, and pointed to a document on his desk.

"This is a direct file sent from the church... that is, the church headquarters yesterday afternoon. Klein, you left early yesterday and you didn't know. Leonard, you also happened to be on Wednesday, right? So now you two are the only ones left.

I haven’t seen this file...the detailed records are all in it, I will add some details after you finish reading it.”

"A direct document sent from Tranquility Church? It sounds like something serious went wrong." Leonard still had the same slightly frivolous tone, but his expression was also tinged with solemnity.

Dunn just said: "You will understand after reading it."

Klein, who knew his identity as a newcomer, stood beside him with his hands hanging down. He did not touch the pile of documents on the captain's desk, but waited until Leonard lifted the seal of the dark brown file bag, then silently moved closer.

Prepare to see what's inside with him.

Leonard didn't care about this. He picked up the documents in the envelope with his two fingers and pulled them out. However, only half of the content on the front page was visible, so his movements stopped.

Klein was stunned for a few seconds, and a huge wave of shock suddenly arose in his heart.

Posted at the top of the homepage of this archive directly under the church is a black and white photo, a photo that is completely unqualified from the perspective of official information.

It is unknown when and where it was taken, but the background of the photo seems to be a very dark place. The photographer used the bright flash of a new portable camera to capture this magical and beautiful scene.

The innocent girl seemed to be sleeping in the darkness, and her body and limbs were entangled by the ferocious and terrifying monster's arms and legs. However, her expression showed no pain, no sadness or joy, she just closed her eyes silently like a fairy from another life.

As for Klein, he was familiar with the face that appeared in the black and white photo, and could even add more colors to her.

Leonard put away the surprised look on his face, continued to take out the pile of information, and said: "Why use such photos as reference materials... If there is really no suitable choice, they should be able to

Let’s find someone to take a portrait.”

Because no matter how you look at photos like this, they are...a bit bitter.

Leonard didn't say this out loud, but he could guess that everyone who had seen this information would probably have similar thoughts. Regardless of men or women, after all, the person in the photo was indeed breathtakingly beautiful - look, the newcomer next to him
To be continued...