"Must I independently complete a mission to become a full member?" Klein was startled. "But we may not get a mission even once a week, and they aren't necessarily simple."
Doesn't that mean it'll take me at least a month or two to officially become a Nighthawk and get a promotion and raise...
"This is just a ritual among Nighthawks. After all, we stand on the frontline against supernatural dangers, so of course we don't want teammates who constantly need to be taken care of. But this doesn't affect your getting the salary of a full member, obtaining the corresponding rights, and performing the necessary duties."
So it's a ritual to gain recognition from other Nighthawks... But Mr. Neil, why do you have to emphasize that it doesn't affect my getting the full member salary... Am I that obvious? Klein touched his face and smiled awkwardly, then changed the subject:
"Does it have to be a supernatural mission?"
"Originally it should be, but you performed quite excellently yesterday, cleverly killing an extraordinary being of at least Sequence 8. I think
Klein chuckled and proactively brought up the matter of his Sequence pathway:
"Mr. Neil, do you think it's true that the Sequence 8 corresponding to 'Seer' is 'Joker'?"
Actually, thinking back to the description in the confidential materials, it fits quite well:
A "profession" that specializes in technical combat...
"I can't guarantee it for you, but I think it's very likely. First, it matches the records in the materials, characterized by agile movements and technical combat. Second, other Sequence pathways have similar situations. Do you know what the Sequence 8 corresponding to 'Mystery Pryer' is called?" Old Neil asked with a chuckle.
"No, I don't. It's not in the Church's materials." Klein shook his head honestly.
Old Neil snorted and said:
"I'm familiar with two old fellows from the 'Mechanical Heart'. They mentioned in a joking tone that the Sequence 8 potion corresponding to 'Mystery Pryer' is called 'Grappler'. Did you hear that? Grappler! Goddess, I don't like fighting at all—it completely doesn't fit the image of a 'Mystery Pryer'!"
"I can understand... 'Mystery Pryer' seeks the secrets behind things, and combat is also one type of thing." Klein thought for a moment.
"Alright, let's not waste time. Continue with the mysticism lesson. You still have many ritual magics to master, and you must truly learn how to make charms and talismans." Old Neil finished preparing his hand-ground coffee.
"Okay." Klein sat down and arranged his schedule in his mind:
Study mysticism in the morning, look through various historical materials, submit a reimbursement request, after lunch go to the shooting club for practice, then go to the Deville Library in the Golden Wutong District to see if I can borrow academic monographs and corresponding journals related to the Hornacis Mountain Peak. After all that, if there's still time, sit in at the Divination Club. "Acting" cannot be relaxed at all.
When the request is approved and I get the funds, I'll buy a set of formal wear on the way home.
Mm, tomorrow morning apply for materials and try to make talismans that avoid misfortune for Melissa and Benson.
......
Inside a restaurant with hanging lamps and elegant decor.
A few friends were celebrating Joyce Mayer's escape from disaster and return to Tingen.
"We all saw the newspaper. Just the description is terrifying." A man with a short beard under his chin sighed. "Joyce, it's hard to believe you went through something like this, suffered such hardship. Cheers—the bad luck has gone, the sun shines on us, steam above."
Joyce and his fiancée Anna raised their glasses together, clinked with friends, and then drank the remaining champagne in one gulp.
"These days, Anna has been extremely worried. I suspect she cried every night. When I invited her for afternoon tea, she was always distracted. Luckily, you're finally back, otherwise I think she would wither away." A young lady with coiled brown hair looked at Anna and said to Joyce. She had a small, cute nose.
"If Anna encountered something similar, I would do the same, or even lose control." Joyce, with his aquiline nose, looked tenderly at his fiancée beside him.
Anna, not used to expressing feelings in front of others, looked at the other end of the long table and said:
"Bogda, why have you been keeping your head down? I can feel you're in a bad mood."
The young lady with the small nose replied on his behalf:
"Bogda is sick. The physician told him that his liver has a serious problem. Medication can only reduce the pain, not truly cure it—he must undergo surgery."
"Lord, when did this happen?" Anna and Joyce asked in surprise and concern.
Bogda was a young man with very short hair. His face was sallow, and his usually sharp red eyes were now tinged with dullness.
"Last week. Since Joyce hadn't come back yet, I told Irene and the others not to tell you." Bogda explained with a bitter smile.
Joyce asked calmly:
"Have you considered when to have the surgery?"
Bogda's expression flickered several times as he said:
"No, I haven't made a decision yet. You know, those surgeons are like butchers—those having surgery are just pieces of meat on the chopping board, being cut at will! I've seen many reports—they even use axes for amputations! Lord, I'm afraid I'll die on the operating table."
"But if you put it off longer, even surgery might not save you." The man with the short beard advised.
At this moment, Anna suddenly interjected:
"Bogda, maybe you can consider going for a divination. If the divination shows everything goes smoothly, then have the surgery as soon as possible. If the result is bad, then look for other methods, following the diviner's prompts. I know a true, amazing diviner—no, I should call him a Seer—I think he can definitely help you."