Because she is good at making people happy, she is called the Happy Witch... The name of this potion is quite intuitive.

Klein managed to chat with this colleague with a poet temperament for a while, and the two parted at the door of the entertainment room. One continued to be passionate about Quint, while the other wandered back to his desk and began to study and work.

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...As for whether Klein, who is trying to study hard, can calm down, that is another matter.

Next door, out of sight of the newcomers to the "Soothsayer", Leonard hastily ended the endgame at hand, briefly explained to his colleagues, and then walked out of the entertainment room and came to the slightly dimly lit corridor.

Hiding most of his face in the dark backlight, the black-haired and green-eyed Nighthawk gently exhaled and said something very quietly.

"Old man, I don't believe you revealed the witch's Sequence 6 name out of pure kindness... What did you discover?"

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"Young man? You mean Klein? What's so special about him... No, forget it, don't tell me anything you're not sure about."

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"How could I take the initiative to provoke a Sequence 6 witch... However, you should be able to deal with it easily, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

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"No, who do you think will be manipulated by the witch?! Do I look that easy to deceive?"

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"...Indeed, I admit that the face is good-looking, but that doesn't mean that I will be charmed, and it's not just you. It's just Sequence 6, but it won't be able to charm you as well, right?"

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"Okay, I understand—"

"Is that you, Leonard? What are you doing there?" Roshan, who was walking from the front desk to refill her coffee, saw the back of her colleague standing alone in the corridor from a distance, and raised her voice to him in confusion.

"I'm just thinking about it, miss. Not everyone can understand this poetic feeling of turning toward the light and embracing the darkness." Leonard turned around and responded as if nothing had happened.

"Poetry? I've never seen you read your own works, so what's the use of poetry?" Luo Shan was not used to this man's narcissistic expression of always treating himself as a poet, so she couldn't help but sarcastically

road.

After exchanging a few words with the young and energetic front desk girl, Leonard waved his hand indifferently, casually strolled for a while on the pretext of borrowing the bathroom, returned to the Nighthawks Recreation Room, and joined his colleagues again

Among the card games opened.

…

Lunch time at Blackthorn Security.

As Klein ate his portion of the meal, he felt that the 7 pence he spent was much more painful than yesterday——

After yesterday's robbery by Miss Witch, his property had shrunk by 12 soles and 8 pence, but the meal money was an expense that could not be saved, so he could only reluctantly part with it.

There are still several weeks of advance salary to pay, and I'm really worried that I won't be able to pay next month's rent... Maybe it's time for him to find some part-time jobs to earn some extra money?

The Fortune Teller Club was a good choice, but the membership fee was too high, and he could only watch and think about it before the funds for reimbursement were issued.

Tragic, so tragic, why is life always full of hardships and setbacks.

Probably because of the 7 pence price tag on lunch, Klein did not pick out the seasoning leaves in the vegetable soup today, and drank the soup in the bowl cleanly in one mouthful after another.

...The taste is actually not bad, he comforted himself.

Just as the lunch in front of him was gradually decreasing, Klein caught a glimpse of someone approaching him with a lunch box. He hurriedly swallowed the stew in his mouth and looked up over there.

The rather handsome face of Midnight Poet Leonard appeared in view.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" he asked Klein, placing the lunch box on the table next to him without being polite at all.

Klein could only shake his head slowly.

In fact, the two of them are not familiar enough to have lunch together... Although struggling with this kind of thing will make him look like a big boy who is still in middle school and high school, but in fact, similar problems may not be common after entering society.

How much will change? The communication distance between people has always been so subtle.

...There seems to be no special intersection between them, right?

Klein recalled it carefully, and in the end he only found his own comment about him being "gay" in the fragments of memory.

While silently chewing the bread, Klein quietly moved his lunch box out a little. He glanced at Leonard's food and guessed from the richer dishes that he probably bought it.

A 10p work meal.

It's great to have money...but I refuse to be gay...

Klein said firmly silently.

However, this night watcher with the romantic temperament of a poet seemed to have simply found a place to eat. Until the lunch boxes of the two of them were almost empty, Leonard picked up the paper towel that came with the meal and wiped his mouth casually.

He glanced at Klein with a slightly dark look.

"I thought you would be curious about how I knew the sequence name."

"...I believe that if it wasn't your secret, you would choose to tell it out." Klein answered honestly, putting the open lunch box back away and covering it so that the restaurant waiter would come and collect it later.

Hearing this, the smile on Leonard's lips deepened a bit.

"You're right, everyone has their own secrets, including me..." He deliberately prolonged the last part of the sentence and added the second half of the sentence slowly, "Including you, isn't it."

Klein had no special reaction.

"Of course, everyone has some things they don't want to tell others, but..." Klein calmed down and decided to give it a try, "Do you mind chatting about something casually? Just treat it as an afternoon break."

Leonard nodded happily.

——Klein’s idea is not complicated.

There are not many choices before him now. One is to believe Alice's words and help her hide her identity and avoid the pursuit of the Nighthawks; the other is to recognize the authenticity of the Nighthawks' information and selflessly report and expose the witch.

Considering the contents of the "contract" he signed with Miss Witch...he cannot reveal Alice's true identity and origin to outsiders, but there is no provision in it that he cannot report her to the Nighthawks.

As a result, a contradiction arises.

If the "contract" he signed is really as magical as Miss Witch said, then he can't reveal her true origin to a third person. In other words... what she said is the truth: she is indeed from another world.

rather than the "Pleasure Witch" as mentioned on the wanted poster.

But if the "contract" is false, then the situation will be countless times more complicated than it is now, and he should probably worry about the safety of himself and his family first.

Therefore, the current priority is to prove the authenticity of that "contract".

How to prove it?

Klein turned his gaze to the young poet with black hair and green eyes beside him.

"Well, I have some immature ideas and need other people's opinions for reference..."

Klein considered it carefully, and in a tone of conceiving the outline of a novel, word by word, he opened up a brand new world of fantasy to his audience——

In that world, ordinary people can also understand the existence of extraordinary levels of power, and even, if they are willing to try, they can master the most basic "level 0 tricks" without spending too much effort.

Of course, promotion is also like sailing against the current. The further you go, the more difficult it becomes, but there is no loss of control or madness...

If you seek death by trying to contact evil gods that are not recognized by the church, that is a different matter.

In addition to humans like them, there are elves, giant dragons, half-beasts, a sky race with wings on its back, aquatic species diving in the deep sea, and a dwarf civilization that mysteriously disappeared overnight... the sky, the earth

Each has its own stories and legends engraved on it and the ocean, secrets and treasures buried in history, and bards play heroic poems handed down from generation to generation, traveling to every corner of civilization...

Klein only briefly described the homeland that Alice had told him, and found that he had not been judged as a violation of the agreement by the mysterious power of the "contract", and was able to tell the world she was originally in in the form of language.

others.

But when he came back to his senses and stopped talking, he found that there seemed to be many more people around him.

Roxanne, Brett, Frye, Cornley...several colleagues who had been chatting in the break room had gathered around him at some point, looking intently listening.

Seeing him stop, Luo Shan asked with some regret, "Is it gone?"

...He doesn’t know much!

Klein lamented silently in his heart, his face showing no trace of contemplation.

"I'm still thinking about the general framework...I'm talking about it now mainly because I want to hear opinions so that I can make subsequent revisions."

Brett, who was also a clerical worker like Rosanne, was the first to express his opinion. The middle-aged gentleman smiled kindly and made no secret of his admiration for Klein's imagination.

"As expected of a top student who graduated from the History Department of Hoy University, the background he constructed is so sophisticated. I guess, Klein, you must have made reference to the myths close to the first and second eras. It is said that that era was indeed exciting, and the elves

, fantasy races such as dragons are very active in history..."

It is true that the original owner is a college student who graduated from the history department, but he is not... and the original owner's focus is almost entirely on the Fourth Age that he loves, and he really doesn't know much about those ancient myths...

Klein listened to the compliments that praised him and accepted them with a shameless expression of humility.

"Very imaginative writing... But, Klein, do you plan to write a novel? Become a writer like Ms. Siga? Well, if you really plan to write, I would like to apply for a character based on me...

It doesn’t have to be a protagonist or a supporting role, just a supporting role can also be used! My only expectation is to arrange a romantic and touching love story, and the other party should preferably be a nobleman from the capital! ... Or, someone from a royal family.

The prince is not bad either!”

The above is a speech from Rosanne.

"But I must say, Klein, this is not to pour cold water on you. If you dare to write like this, official extraordinary people from major churches will visit your home the day before your novel is published and confiscate the manuscript of your novel.
To be continued...