Inside the guard room outside the
Even after undergoing ritual magic treatment, his complexion was still very poor, like a serious illness that has just been alleviated but hasn't started to improve.
At this moment, the powerful experts sent by the Holy Church were rearranging the seals behind the Chanis Gate. Due to the loss of Saint Selina's ashes, their opinions became conflicted. Some hoped to use new holy relics to make up for the missing power, while others thought it was unnecessary to go to such trouble, since holy relics were extremely rare and precious for the entire Church of the Night. They suggested lowering the status of the
They planned to send a telegram, requesting the Pope to convene a meeting, with the archbishops and senior deacons voting to decide.
For these arguments, Leonard had no feeling at all. He felt as if he had become a living corpse, without pain, without sorrow, without excitement, without joy, unusually numb. He didn't even want to face others, only hoping to stay alone in a corner.
Occasionally, a doubt would flash through his mind: why had the "murderer" only taken Klein's Beyonder characteristic, but left behind Captain
Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps echoed in the corridor. Seiga Tuan, with her right arm wrapped in white bandage, appeared at the door of the guard room.
When Dunn and the others were besieging
But even so, that old internal guard had not lasted to the end and died fighting at his post.
"Leonard, I found a telegram in the captain's, the captain's office that hasn't been decoded yet. It should have been sent by the Holy Church earlier," said Seiga Tuan, a part-time writer.
Leonard's green eyes moved, and he finally seemed to come alive. He vaguely remembered that he had indeed heard the sound of a new telegram coming in, but at that time the battle was imminent, and both he and Klein had no mind to pay attention.
"What is the content?" Leonard found his voice unusually hoarse.
Seiga Tuan, the white-haired black-eyed lady, replied without hesitation: "Beware of
"Ince Zangwill, the defected archbishop, a 'Doorkeeper' who failed in his advancement... Sealed Artifact '0-08', a seemingly ordinary quill..." Leonard first muttered blankly, sifting through the memories he could dig up, then tilted his ear.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the languor and depression on him simultaneously disappeared.
"So that's how it is..." Leonard retracted his legs and stood up, as if a flame was burning in his green eyes.
He looked at Seiga Tuan and said: "I intend to apply to join the 'Red Gloves'."
"Red Gloves" was the term for the elite squad within the Nighthawks. Generally, each Nighthawks team was stationed locally, had its own jurisdiction, and could not go outside their jurisdiction to pursue criminals without permission. But certain evil individuals always struck in one place and then moved somewhere else, causing a lot of inconvenience.
For this reason, the Church of the Night specially established the "Red Gloves" within the Nighthawks. They were strictly selected elites, even in possession of some holy relics. Their task was to reinforce Nighthawks teams that sent out signals, and to track and capture evil beings of interest without restrictions.
In certain circles, they were called "Trackers" and "Hounds".
"Red Gloves? But their minimum requirement is Sequence 7... Moreover, the dangers the Red Gloves face are multiple times that of an ordinary Nighthawks team." Seiga Tuan said with doubt and concern.
Leonard sketched a smile without any joy: "I am almost ready to advance."
His eyes turned cold, and he clenched his teeth silently: I want revenge!
Ince Zangwill, you must live until I become stronger!
"Alright..." Seiga seemed to guess Leonard's thoughts and sighed. "Our team will have half or even more new faces. Even for a Nighthawks team, such a tragic loss is rare..."
Leonard's eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth as he said: "Have you dealt with the bodies?"
"Mm." Seiga nodded almost imperceptibly.
Leonard suddenly took a step and walked toward the door: "I'll go notify their families."
I'll go face the scene I least want to face.
I go...
...
2 Narcissus Street, Melissa was sitting on a single sofa, repeatedly studying the three tickets in her hands, studying the words on them, studying the printed date and seat numbers.
Benson was sitting beside her, watching his concentrated sister with a smile, his body posture very relaxed.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of the doorbell being rung, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Melissa glanced at the maid
Her black hair was much more lustrous than before, her face no longer thin, and there was a healthy color, her brown eyes were bright and lively.
Turning the knob and opening the door, Melissa was stunned because she didn't recognize the visitor.
This was a young man with black hair and green eyes, quite good-looking, but his face was extremely pale, and his eyes hid deep sadness.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Melissa asked, confused.
Leonard had deliberately put on a black formal jacket over his white shirt, and at this he replied hoarsely: "I am a colleague of your brother Klein."
Melissa's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she instinctively stood on tiptoe to look behind Leonard, but found nothing.
Her voice trembling inexplicably, she asked: "Where is Klein?"
Leonard closed his eyes, took a breath, and said: "I'm very sorry. Your brother Klein died at the hands of a vicious criminal while trying to save some people. He is a hero, a true hero."