"Alright." Hearing Dunn's proposal, Leonard replied with a relaxed expression.
Next, he walked out of the warehouse with Klein and the others, approaching the place where the monster Bieber had "self-destructed," using it as the center, searching outward in circles.
"Captain, what exactly are we looking for?" Klein looked at the scattered rotting flesh, suppressing his nausea, and asked Dunn Smith beside him with confusion.
Dunn didn't look up, still scanning the ground with his deep gray eyes:
"Waking up early, losing control, turning into a monster means that Ryle Bieber didn't fully absorb the extraordinary power from the notes, which also indicates that some part of his body will concentrate the supernatural, becoming a high-quality material."
"If you encounter a similar situation in the future, don't miss it; it might be a very important 'item'."
I see... Klein nodded slightly with understanding.
In an instant, he thought of something else:
If the part of the monster Bieber that concentrated extraordinary power was some indescribable place, wouldn't that be awkward... If it's later used to prepare potions, wouldn't it be very disgusting...
Just as Klein's thoughts were wandering, Borgia, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, suddenly spoke:
"Found it, cough."
Dunn and Al immediately turned around and gathered over. Driven by curiosity, Klein also quickly walked toward Borgia.
Soon, he saw what was in front of Borgia. It was a grayish-white object the size of a fist, covered with grooves, soft and textured, like a brain taken out alive.
Although Klein couldn't immediately see the extraordinariness of this "grayish-white" thing, just from the fact that it remained intact in the violent explosion, he was sure Borgia hadn't found the wrong item.
Dunn took a careful look, squatted down, and while flexing his right arm, carefully picked up the grayish-white object with his left hand in a black glove.
As soon as it was touched, the "grayish-white" thing immediately spread out, becoming a viscous, continuous liquid.
At this time, Al Hassen took a tin-colored square box from his bosom, took out the cigarettes inside one by one, and put them in his pocket.
Then, he handed the square box to Dunn and said with a smile:
"I know, you only love your pipe."
Dunn let out a "huff," took the square box, and "poured" the grayish, viscous liquid into it for temporary storage.
After storing this item, he roughly searched the scene again with Lolota and the others.
Confirming there were no major omissions, they left the place and went outside, seeing the horses restlessly pawing the ground, nearly breaking free of their ropes.
"I'll drive." Borgia covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly.
"I know, you're very good at calming animals." Al smiled and nodded.
Getting into the carriage, the four of them—Dunn, who was still doing his "flexing exercise," Lolota, Al Hassen, and Klein—were briefly silent.
When the horses' hooves sounded and the wheels rolled, Dunn finally looked at Klein and spoke thoughtfully:
"I know you must be full of curiosity about the notes of the Antigonus family and want to know what happened to them."
No, not at all... Klein subconsciously denied it in his heart.
That was an ancient item full of misfortune!
Without giving him time to reply, Dunn continued on his own:
"However, I must first report this matter to the Holy Temple. After they confirm the secrecy level of the notes, I can consider whether to show them to you."
"No problem." Klein replied briefly.
Dunn flexed his arm, thought for a moment, and said:
"I once promised that after confirming Ryle Bieber was a descendant of the Antigonus family, I would make you a formal member of the Nighthawks. Now, we not only confirmed Ryle Bieber's identity but also eliminated this monster and thwarted the conspiracy of the Secret Order."
"In this process, you performed excellently, personally killing a member of an evil organization. So, I will fulfill my promise and immediately apply to the Holy Temple, waiting for their approval."
"Oh, I forgot an important thing. I haven't asked if you are willing."
"Mr. Klein Moretti, are you willing to formally join the Tingen City Nighthawks team and become one of us? Your salary will double immediately, reaching 6 pounds per week, and it will increase somewhat every year."
"Your salary will be borne half by the Church and half by the Aholva County Police Department. At the same time, you will gain the status of acting inspector, which will be very useful at times."