Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 245 244 Fortune Teller

No. 32 Red Rose Street, in front of an old-fashioned six-story building that looks quite impressive.

After arriving at their destination in a rented carriage on the bustling street, Klein and Pettigrew Neil got out.

Tang didn't come. He claimed that he was going to persuade Professor Azik Eggers to try a new flavor. Klein didn't know whether this was true or not.

Klein: Emm, Mr. Azik, take care of yourself.

After the two men stepped onto solid ground again, the coachman pulled the carriage away, and the two walked to the door of the six-story building No. 32, one in front and the other behind. Pettigrew Neil raised his hand and knocked on the heavy wooden door. After a while, the door opened.

"Neil, you're back."

The person who popped his head out from the wooden door was a young man who looked to be only about 1.6 meters tall, with freckles on his face, but very cheerful.

"Um, Cornley, is the captain here?"

"Ms. Daly has arrived. The captain and Ms. Daly are in the office on the fourth floor..."

Pettigrew and Klein entered 32 Red Rose Street. Klein looked around and found that the first floor of this old building was a very spacious place.

The place was not what he had imagined. It was all dark with the curtains drawn. The sunlight coming in through the translucent windows dispelled the darkness. The smooth floor was dust-free and very atmospheric, giving people a sense of peace naturally.

Apart from a few long tables with a lot of things that looked like documents on them, which made the place look a bit messy, there were no strange statues, talismans, mystical symbols or the like.

"The church's night watchmen also need to disguise their identities when facing outsiders."

Pettigrew seemed to see Klein's confusion and smiled at him.

"Emperor Roselle said that stereotypes are unacceptable."

Although the Night Watchmen and the Night Goddess control the night, they would not make their offices look like they are inhabited by bats that cannot stand the sunlight.

Did Emperor Roselle say that?

Klein could only smile awkwardly.

"This is Mr. Klein Moretti."

Pettigrew introduced him to Cornelia.

"This is Koenli, a member of Tingen's Night Squad."

Cohen Li suddenly realized, "Hello, Mr. Moretti."

"Hello."

Klein smiled politely in response.

"Let's go to the office on the second floor first. When Conley, Ms. Daly, and the captain come down, please let me know."

"Okay." Cohen Li nodded and sat back to where he had just stood up to open the door. Behind the long table, which looked a bit messy and had countless documents on it, he had a face full of hatred and resentment, and sighed.

Klein glanced at the book Cornelius was reading. It seemed to be something like "Simple Elements of Ritual Magic"...

When I walked past the stairs and reached the corridor on the second floor, the sunlight coming through the window seemed to dim a lot.

"Good afternoon, Neil."

On the second floor, by chance, a young man with a monocle in his left eye socket happened to go out and ran into the two of them.

He was a young man with a poetic temperament whom Klein had met once before.

When they first met, Klein remembered that he was wearing a police uniform. Hmm, he should also be a Beyonder of the Nighthawks?
"Klein Moretti?" The man pinched his monocle and said to Pettigrew with a smile, "Are you planning to recruit him as one of our members?"

Pettigrew didn't directly respond to the young man with a poetic temperament. Instead, he introduced him to Klein, "This is Leonard Mitchell, our colleague."

"Hey, it's not polite to ignore my question like this."

Leonard laughed and joked, looking a bit nonchalant and unserious.

Pettigrew smiled at him and said, "This is Klein Moretti. You should know him."

"Yes." Leonard looked at Klein. "According to Emperor Roselle, he's, uh, the Boy-Who-Lived? Ah, so, Neil, you're an Owl?"

Emperor Roselle, how much have you written?
Klein felt a sense of déjà vu that was both strange and familiar, and he was so embarrassed that he almost dug his toes into the ground.

However, Pettigrew did not respond to the other party's words and said, "Leonard, have you finished your last report?"

One hit kill.

Leonard froze for a moment. He smiled awkwardly at the two of them and said, "Right away, right away."

"Give it to me tomorrow morning."

Leonard simply turned around and prepared to leave.

Devil, this guy is a devil!

Pettigrew Neil, the devil who controls the reports in the Tingen Night Squad.

Pettigrew looked at Leonard's somewhat embarrassed escape, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, then he took a few steps and opened the door of his office.

The "wizard's" office was equally simple and clear. A huge floor-to-ceiling window reflected the image of Red Rose Street. The floor was covered with carpet. The sunlight outside the window, which had begun to weaken, struggled to penetrate into the room, allowing people to see the furnishings inside at a glance.

When Klein walked in, Pettigrew said, "Close the door."

Klein then closed the door.

His attention was drawn to the cabinet against the wall. On it were many strange-looking objects. Klein saw parts of mummies, insect remains, strange sculptures, and other things that looked very "wizard-like."

Pettigrew glanced over there and said, "Those are some souvenirs. Some of them are spiritual objects that can be used as materials for witchcraft... Please take a seat. I think you already know what I want to say."

After the two sat down, Pettigrew said bluntly, "The Antigonus family's notes are important to Tingen University and us. You are a believer of the goddess. The fact that you were able to survive such an accident is due to her protection."

Klein listened silently without interrupting.

You can't say at this time, "No, there is no such thing as the protection of the goddess. My original body has been dead for a long time. I am just a ghost who has resurrected from another body. Hahaha, please purify me," right?
"The effect of yesterday's ritual was very obvious, which gave us a new direction for investigation... Mr. Moretti, your inspiration is very high, almost beyond the level of ordinary people... Well, don't worry, although this will cause you some inconvenience, as long as you are not a Beyonder, it won't be a big problem..."

"It's just that if you want to provide us with more help, your inspiration is not enough."

"Becoming a Beyonder?" Klein said, already having made some guesses.

Pettigrew nodded, acknowledging the other party's speculation. "That's right." "You are a follower of the Goddess. According to the normal process, you will join the Night Watchers of the Church of Evernight and become a civilian member, or accept the church's protection for a period of time to prevent subsequent events from causing harm to you."

This is the treatment measure for the vast majority of people affected by supernatural factors.

"Now, the Antigonus family's notes are also closely related to you. We also need your help. To do this, you must improve your own inspiration and become a Beyonder. This is the best solution with the least consequences..."

"Of course, we also have cooperation with Miskatonic University. Many students at Hoy University are clergy from various places and Beyonders from various churches... Even if you want to become an investigator at Miskatonic University, you can treat it as a second job. We have a contract with Miskatonic University and will not interfere with such activities."

Having said this, Pettigrew continued:

"You don't have to make a choice now. Let me first tell you about our conditions and treatment."

"The modern Nighthawk system was created by a cardinal a thousand years ago, integrated and optimized. After a thousand years of changes, we now follow the current laws, policies, and many regulations within the church. We provide generous treatment to every follower of the Goddess who joins the Nighthawks..."

Afterwards, Pettigrew briefly explained the basics of the Divine Path, the twenty-two sequences, and the potion system from Sequence 9 to Sequence 1. After he finished, he continued:
"Sequence 9 Beyonders receive a salary of 10 pounds per week... Well, our salaries are tax-free. We will also pay the full amount of medical insurance, housing provident fund, etc. to the insurance company through the church on a regular basis, at designated locations, and in fixed quantities. At the same time, we will allocate accommodation, single apartments... If you have a family, you can also apply for family-style apartments. Within the Night Watch, contributions can be exchanged for potion materials, formulas, and magical items..."

"Ten, ten pounds?"

Klein was stunned.

You know, his father works in a security company and his weekly salary is only 2 pounds 13 soli, and this is near the University of Tingen, in this place known as the university city, the real city of miracles.

Two pounds is enough to cover a family's daily expenses, send their children to university, and make them wealthy...

"Yes, Tingen City is quite special. All Church Beyonders are treated similarly. In other regions, it's less... Well, Sequence 8 gets 20 pounds, and Sequence 7 gets 70 pounds per week."

Pettigrew added.

Klein almost choked on his own saliva.

How much?

I'm a little moved, what should I do?

"It should be similar at Miskatonic University. From what I understand, Sequence 9, 8, and 7 all receive similar salaries." Pettigrew thought for a moment and continued, "Well, you're a top student with a double degree in history and linguistics... If you go through the talent introduction program, your salary should increase by around to percent."

Academic qualifications are also important.

In other words, you will get 11 to 12 pounds, and that’s even if insurance and provident fund are paid in full!
If he is both a member of the Nighthawks and Miskatonic University, can this salary be doubled?
The weekly salary is 12 pounds, 52 weeks a year, plus the share from Miskatonic University, that’s almost 1200 pounds a year!

You know, today's senior barristers only earn about 800 to 1000 pounds a year!

"Correct."

Pettigrew nodded. "And then there are other subsidies, like me."

He pointed at himself and said, "I passed the 'Professional Ritual Magic Level Test' held by Miskatonic University. Even though I'm not a Miskatonic University employee, after I obtained the 'Level 2' Ritualist Certificate, I will receive an additional 70 pounds in addition to my 15 pounds base salary."

Weekly salary, 85 pounds...

Klein took a breath.

The salaries of extraordinary people within the system are so terrifying.

Moreover, many things can be directly reimbursed and applied for through the system, without having to spend any money at all.

As expected, everyone wants to take the civil service exam, which makes sense even in another world.

The end of the universe is a compilation...

"But, Mr. Neil, why didn't you become a member of Miskatonic University?" Klein thought for a moment and suddenly realized this.

If the treatment is so good, why isn't Pedigru Neil the same?
"Because it's even more dangerous," Pettigrew said. "You can consult Don Eggers about the specifics. It's not as easy as he makes it out to be. Many Beyonders in the Church go insane while becoming investigators... Mr. Moretti, please be clear."

"Don't step into danger just for the sake of immediate gain. Being with potions and the extraordinary itself will inevitably lead to chaos and madness."

"So, do you still want to think about it?"

Klein sat there in silence.

He thought a lot at this moment, but soon he became firm in his belief.

Whether you want to go home or protect yourself, you need extraordinary strength!

"I am willing."

Well, first become a Nighthawk and earn that 10 pounds!
Pettigrew smiled, then said, "But your situation is rather special."

"The Antigonus family was a prominent noble family in the Solomon Empire of the Fourth Epoch. According to the information we have, this family controls the path of fortune-tellers."

"Others, after joining the Nighthawks, are free to choose their own extraordinary path. Since you have had a deep understanding of the Antigonus family notebook, my suggestion is to take this path and become a—"

"Soothsayer."

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The office next door.

Leonard Mitchell, with his left leg resting on his right leg and his feet on the table, stared blankly at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

But if you look closely, you can see that his right eye is dull and unfocused, but the pupil of his left eye, which is wearing a monocle, is moving rapidly in its eye socket, as if he is doing some kind of high-intensity decryption work.

After a long time, Leonard Mitchell put his legs down and smiled.

"interesting."

His right eye became active again. Leonard Mitchell seemed completely unaware of the strangeness of his actions. He curiously asked what the thing in his body that called itself a "system" was.

"What secrets does Klein Moretti hold?"

'No. '

The system's voice was calm, revealing only a sense of joy that Leonard was unaware of.

It’s really, really interesting.

He'll be like Russell Gustave...

(End of this chapter)