Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

36 Zotland Street, 2nd Floor, Blackthorn Security Company.

Time flew by and it was already the morning of the second day.

Exhausted, Dunn brought Klein here to complete the onboarding process. He talked to Klein all night about the common sense of the supernatural world, and even as a nightmare, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

Here, Klein saw many people of all ages wearing rank badges on their heads.

The most eye-catching among them was the black-haired, blue-eyed man with a carefree and unrestrained demeanor. Above his head were two level symbols: one was [lv26], and the other was [lv80/lv90].

This immediately reminded Klein of the old man trope in fantasy novels. He glanced at Leonard, thinking to himself, "Could it be that I've encountered a 'protagonist'?"

"Take a look at this contract first, hmm, these days everyone likes to call it a contract." Dunn and Klein came into the office together, opened the desk drawer, and took out two copies of the contract.

The above clauses are not many, and are mostly the ones that Dunn Smith had mentioned before. The key point is the confidentiality clause, which stipulates that violators will no longer be tried through the Kingdom Court, but will be directly tried by the arbitration tribunal of the Church of the Goddess of Night, just like soldiers and officers have to go to military courts.

Klein read it carefully, and after confirming several times that there were no coded traps, he signed his name.

"Welcome." Dunn visibly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a great task.

"How many people are in our Night Watch squad?" Klein then asked.

“Supernatural events are not many, and extraordinary individuals are even fewer. There are only six official members of the Night Watch in the entire city of Tingen, including me. Heh, there are six administrative staff including you,” Dunn replied unhurriedly.

"So few?" Klein was somewhat surprised; he had thought there would be many more extraordinary individuals.

“Fewer people means easier management,” Dunn said, then suddenly turned and went back into his room, pulling a piece of paper from the bottom of a drawer.

"By the way, take a look at this. Three years ago, a newly appointed archbishop lost control and mysteriously disappeared with a '0' level sealed artifact. Take a look at his photo. If you find it, do not alarm or disturb him. Report back to him, otherwise you will have a high chance of dying in the line of duty."

The reason I didn't say it was 100% certain that he would die is because Klein has quite a few strange traits.

Who knows what earth-shattering secret technique is hidden inside?

"What?" Klein took the paper and noticed there was no one looking up; it contained only a black and white photograph and a few lines of text—

[Ince Zangwell, male, forty years old, former archbishop, a failed 'gatekeeper' who was tempted by the devil and fell into evil. He escaped with the sealed artifact '0-08'. His specific characteristics are...]

In the photograph, Ince Zangwell is wearing a double-breasted, pure black clerical robe, a soft cap, dark gold hair, and deep blue eyes. He has a high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips, and features that resemble a classical sculpture, without a single wrinkle. His most striking feature is that he is blind in one eye.

“I understand. Is there anything else going on? Like fighting evil extraordinary beings?” Klein asked, already quite impatient.

“Not for now.” Dunn shook his head. “If you have some free time, you can go to the armory and find Old Neil. He can arrange specific documents for you to read. Reading more church texts will help you better understand the doctrines of the Church of the Night Goddess, even if you are not a believer.”

“How could this be…” Klein twitched his lips awkwardly. He was clearly the most devout believer of the God of Wealth.

After leaving Dunn, Klein followed the instructions to turn right at the intersection and soon saw a half-open iron gate.

He knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside: "Come in."

Klein pushed open the iron door and found that it was a narrow room that could only fit a table and two chairs.

On the other side of the room, there was a tightly locked iron door, and behind the table, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a classic black robe, was reading a few yellowed pages of a book by the light of a gas lamp.

He looked up at the doorway and said, "You must be Klein Moretti? Little Rosen just came over and said you were very polite."

no answer.

Old Neil frowned, and the reflection of Klein's expression in his pupils was incredibly strange.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Old Neil asked.

"It's nothing." Klein forced a not-so-good smile and sat down warily in front of old Neil.

There was no other reason than that the rank insignia above Old Neil's head was a deep black.

This means he is on the verge of spiraling out of control and is an object that can be eliminated.

What bad luck! I encountered an out-of-control person on my first day at work... That was Xiao Ke's inner monologue.

This is lucky; I encountered an out-of-control person on my first day of work... These are Xiao Ke's inner thoughts after practicing the Thirteen Bodyguards' external martial arts.

Klein is currently caught in a dilemma: he is unwilling to give up his prey, but he is also having second thoughts because the person in front of him is a superhuman on the verge of losing control.

Old Neil, however, didn't think too much about it. He just assumed that Klein was a little nervous because he had just joined the company, so out of consideration for a new employee, he decided to find something to ease the awkward atmosphere. Thus, he steered the conversation toward Russell's notes.

Old Neil pointed to several yellowed pages in front of him and said, "These are the diaries that Russell Gustav lost before his death. To keep them secret, he used strange symbols that he invented to record them."

Strange symbols? Klein's attention was drawn, and after just one glance, he froze. Chinese characters, and simplified Chinese at that!
Filled with an indescribable feeling of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land," Klein quickly scanned the three pages of manuscript in his hands:

"On January 1, 1184, at the grand New Year's Eve party, Madame Florent was a true beauty."

"January 4th, why were my children so stupid? I've said it a million times, don't be fooled by those charlatans. No, those charlatans might be fooled themselves. The key to potions isn't mastering them, it's digesting them! Not digging them out, it's playing them! And the name of a potion isn't just a core symbol, it's a concrete image, and even more so, it's the 'key' to digesting it!"

"On September 24th, Miss Ithaca was more charming than Mrs. Florent; perhaps I am just reminiscing about my youth."

???

Klein slowly typed out three question marks.

Of the three pages of the manuscript, only one page contained information about the extraordinary.

Although this thing was useless to him, it was still a way for him to understand the Fourth Age.

But now, he has found a few useful bits and pieces of information from his vast romantic history.

Sure enough, no one who writes a diary is a serious person...

"Klein?" Just then, old Neil on the other side spoke up, puzzled.

Klein suddenly realized what was happening and quickly covered it up with a laugh, saying, "I thought I would be the most special one and wanted to try to decipher and interpret it."

"What a young man!" Old Neil chuckled and nodded. "I once thought I was the most special one."

Klein glanced at the three pages of manuscript in his hand, making sure he hadn't missed anything, then handed them back and casually asked, "Is this all we have?"

I want to see more of Roselle's diary!
[Side Quest: Find Russell Gustav's Diary. You will receive 10 Source Points for each page you collect.]

Great, now I want even more diaries.

"No, these things are rare and hard to come by." Old Neil stroked the manuscript, his tone filled with disappointment.

“Okay.” Klein nodded, pulled down his hat brim, stood up, and turned to leave under Old Neil’s strange gaze.

As soon as he reached the street corner, he quickened his pace, and the surrounding pedestrians couldn't even see his speed. It wasn't until he returned to the entrance of Blackthorn Security Company that he bumped into Leonard, who happened to be coming downstairs.

"Klein? What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Leonard looked at Klein.

"It's nothing, I have something urgent to discuss with the captain," Klein apologized and hurried toward Dunn's office.

Leonard watched Klein disappear step by step at the end of the stairs, gazing at the dim light and the stone floor, and muttered to himself, "Can you tell what sequence he is?" "Completely unfathomable, he is shrouded in a layer of mist." The voice in Leonard's mind, that is, Pales, replied. The one residing in Leonard's body was also looking in the direction the other had left, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Although his status has declined, his insight remains.

He clearly didn't see any extraordinary qualities in the other person, but he was absolutely certain from his intuition that Leonard wouldn't last a second against him.

Weird...

Klein had no idea what the old man and the young man were thinking. He went up the stairs, returned to the reception hall, and rushed straight to Dunn's office.

“Klein?” Dunn’s tone was strange.

"Captain, something terrible has happened," Klein said gravely. "Old Neil is not in good condition."

In an instant, Dunn became wary.

If someone else had said this, he might have demanded verification of the event's veracity, but it was Klein who was saying it.

"How confident are you?" Dunn asked as he quickly organized his weapons.

“100%,” Klein said confidently.

Dunn put on his black top hat and knee-length trench coat, and nodded slightly, saying, "Alright, let's go to the armory together and try to control him. We'll use ritual magic to stabilize his condition and stop his deterioration."

"No one else is coming?" Klein asked.

“In fact, if it weren’t for concerns about your lack of experience, you could handle it all by yourself,” Dunn said in a low voice.

Huh? I'm actually that strong?
Lacking experience in fighting extraordinary opponents, Klein was never able to determine his own combat strength.

"Klein, didn't you just leave here? And Captain, what are you doing here too..."

At the entrance to the armory, Leonard, still pondering Pales's answer, saw Dunn and Klein rushing towards him and asked with slight surprise.

“Neil might be in trouble, Leonard, you guard the exit,” Dunn instructed.

"Understood." Leonard paused for a moment, then nodded quickly.

And so, amidst a knock on the door, Neil looked on in bewilderment at Klein, who had returned with Dunn.

"Klein, didn't you just leave? Did you leave something behind? And Dunn, are you here to replenish your weapons?" Old Neil remained seated, not even moving an inch.

“Klein said you were lonely here all by yourself, so he came to see you,” Dunn said casually as he sat down opposite old Neil.

"Lonely? A little, yes, but bearable." Old Neil didn't deny it, but as a veteran Night Watchman, he naturally understood that Dunn wouldn't come all this way for such a small matter, so he asked directly, "Is there anything else?"

"Speaking of which, you seemed to have had a boyfriend you were about to get engaged to when you were young," Dunn said after a moment of silence.

“Yes.” Old Neil sighed, his tone becoming melancholy. “Before our engagement, she suddenly fell seriously ill and was incurable. At that time, I tried to save her with ritual magic, but unfortunately, I was only a beginner in the field of mysticism and failed.”

“I remember the Night Watchers were all on guard that you might lose control, but thankfully you eventually regained your senses and didn’t show any abnormalities,” Dunn continued.

His tone was soft and gentle, making one feel drowsy.

This is the ability of the Midnight Poet, the eighth in the Sleepless Path Sequence, whose language and poetry can have different effects on the creatures around him.

"Thanks to the goddess's blessing, that's certainly true." Old Neil smiled bitterly.

At this moment, Dunn closed his eyes and asked in a very gentle tone, "Can you tell me what you really want to do? What have you been trying to do?"

"Me?" Old Neil was bewildered at first, then said with anticipation, "I'm trying to resurrect Celeste, Dunn, I've found a way, I'm on the right track!"

"Yes, the right path!"

At this point, old Neil suddenly became very excited:
“I will use the ‘Life Transmutation’ method to prepare a body for her that will not age. Dunn, perhaps you don’t know, but Sequence 4 of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess is good at ‘Life Transmutation’, and the corresponding sequence of the ‘Generalist’ pathway can also barely do it. Well, I will use the grace of the gods to complete it.”

"Then, I will summon her soul from the spirit world and pray for the help of the gods to reunite the spirit and the flesh."

Isn't that a great idea?

“Indeed,” Dunn’s gray eyes flickered, and he asked casually, “Old Neil, where did you learn about ‘life transmutation’ and ‘resurrection ritual’?”

Old Neil replied excitedly, “I heard it! I tried the first part, and it’s true! It’s a gift from God. He keeps telling me, describing it, He is… He is…”

Old Neil's voice faltered, and after a dozen seconds, he said, with a mixture of confusion and fear, "He is the Hidden Sage..."

The Hidden Sage? Another god? Or perhaps... an evil god?
Klein thought to himself.

Just then, Old Neil began to release a dangerous aura, and the spirits around him began to show an unusual fluctuation. On both sides of his cheeks, a crack appeared, like compound eyes.

From Klein's perspective, the symbol above Old Neil's head is increasingly turning towards darkness and corruption.

Dunn's expression turned sorrowful.

Old Neil's condition was far more serious than he had anticipated.

“Let’s do it,” Dunn said.

Klein nodded, radiating a lot of heat. The armory was too small, and using a knife would hurt Dunn, so Klein chose to use his fists.

The three-tiered Thirteen Protectors training was fully activated, and the blessings of the three great deities were instantly bestowed upon them.

Old Neil, who had undergone the transformation, didn't even realize what was happening before he was embedded in the wall, his eyes becoming much clearer.

"what?"

Whether it was a misperception or not, Klein seemed to notice that the black mark above Old Neil's head had faded a little after that punch.

Try again.

He stepped forward and, without saying a word, pulled Old Neil off the wall, pinned him to the ground, and punched him repeatedly.

As Klein's fists continued to fall, old Neil's aged face became increasingly swollen, but the symbol above his head also turned more and more blue, and the surrounding almost frenzied spirituality gradually calmed down.

When Dunn, Leonard, and even Parles saw this scene, they all gaped open.

They probably hadn't been sleeping well lately, and they actually saw someone using the most physical means to eliminate the pollution and distortion that had reached the deepest level.

This completely defies the common sense of the extraordinary!
"Enough! Enough!" Old Neil wailed. "Klein, I'm all better now."

"Oh, it's so good to see you're alright." Klein glanced at the level indicator above Old Neil's head, which had completely returned to normal, breathed a sigh of relief, and released his hand from Old Neil's head.

[You have overcome the level restriction and won a battle. You have gained 530 combat experience.]

[Thirteen Bodyguards' Horizontal Training (Third Level, 530/100)] (End of Chapter)