Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 22 Are you a newcomer too?
Early in the morning, Angel was woken up by a knock on the door downstairs.

"Well……"

In the past few days, Angel has been busy until late at night or even dawn, and has never had a full night's sleep. Last night, she finally solved Mrs. Sharon, the only one who knew about her relationship with Cole. She let go of a big stone in her heart. She returned home and took a quick shower and slept until now.

Cole's sister, Lily Granger's room has been cleaned afresh, and the bedding exudes a special fragrance after drying, like gentle hands embracing Angel on the bed.

Even though the sun was shining outside the window, she didn't want to just get up like this.

"Sorry, I'm coming in!" The voice of the handyman Tromy came from outside the window, followed by the sound of a key opening the door.

Cole trusted Tromy so much that he even gave her a copy of the key to the gate, so that Tromy could come in and clean the house at any time when he went out.

Although the house now belongs to Angel for the time being, she did not take back the key from Tromi for the same reasons as Cole: she also often goes out, and this house needs a female worker who comes in to clean the house regularly. A female worker who has worked for several years is always more trustworthy than a stranger.

Hearing the rustling sound downstairs, Angel decided to cover his head and sleep for another hour. He had already come to another world, and he was no longer a Templar who went to the church to pray every morning. Let alone another hour of sleep, what did it matter if he slept until the afternoon?

Wait, I seem to have agreed to join the Nighthawks yesterday, and I'm going to report this morning...

Angel quickly got up from the bed, came to the first floor in pajamas, and surprised Trommy, who was wearing an apron and a dust-proof cloth on his head.

"Mr. Granger?"

After she saw the person coming, her originally excited expression instantly turned depressed.

"Yeah - so it was you, sorry, miss... It seems that the rumors are true, is he really missing?"

Regarding this kind of differential treatment, Angel guessed that Tromy may have some thoughts about the employer beyond the employment relationship in his heart, but there is no further evidence.

Seeing that the female worker was getting more and more sad, she could only comfort her a few words, and said that even if Cole Granger was away for the time being, she would continue to hire the female handyman, and the salary increase was also negotiable.

To put it bluntly, after comforting Tromi, she hurriedly washed, put on a set of light clothes and went out.

It has been nearly a week since the time travel, and Angel is still not used to women's clothing. She chose loose clothes that are easy to move, instead of the skirts commonly worn by women in this era.

But even such a simple dress up took half an hour, and it was too troublesome for women to prepare before going out, but it would be too outrageous to go to work with sleepy eyes and disheveled clothes... Angel complained in his heart as he walked quickly to the carriage stop on the corner of the street.

Fortunately, the carriage came quickly, she got on the carriage, paid 4 pence, and found a corner seat to sit down.

It was already past the rush hour for work, and there were not many passengers on the carriage. A middle-aged man opposite her who was reading a newspaper saw someone sitting down, looked up casually, then lowered his head, and then glanced over from the corner of his eye.

"Wait, wait a minute!" There was a shout from outside the car, and as the sound of running leather shoes approached, a man got into the carriage.

"Zouterland Street, thank you." The man who caught up with the carriage was wearing a tuxedo and a silk top hat, as if he was going to a ball.He took out the coin from his pocket and handed it to the staff outside the window in front of the carriage. Then he took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Wearing so much on a hot day, I really need style and not temperature...

Huh, does this person look familiar?

Angel took a closer look, and found that it was the newcomer to the Nighthawks he met at the door when he was "escorted" back to the Blackthorn Security Company early yesterday morning. His name seemed to be Klein?

It appears that he has rented the house on Narcissus Street and moved to this street.

Klein also spotted Angel sitting in the corner. He stood by the door for a while before deciding to sit over.

"Hello."

Seeing Klein sitting next to him, Angel took the initiative to say hello. The other party clearly recognized him, and he will be a colleague in the future. It is still necessary to establish a good relationship.

"Hello." Klein replied, he felt a little uneasy after taking a seat beside Angel, "I saw you on Narcissus Street yesterday, your name is..."

"Angel Granger, are you Klein Moretti, right? Um... a newcomer to Blackthorn Security Company?"

Angel's attitude made the other party relax a lot, and the two continued to chat. Although it was inconvenient to say some things related to the mysterious field on the public carriage, she still got a lot of information about Klein.

Klein Moretti is a graduate of the History Department of Hoy University. He has a brother and a sister. They should be the two he saw with him yesterday.Just got involved in an extraordinary incident last week. As the only survivor of a "multiple suicide case", he was recruited into the Nighthawks and became a civil servant.

Angel remembered the "new guy like you" mentioned by Leonard yesterday, did he refer to him?

Surely these members of the Nighthawks came from this way?
During the exchange of pleasantries, Zouterand Street arrived.

Klein said goodbye, got up and got out of the carriage. Standing on the side of the street, he adjusted his top hat and let out a long sigh of relief, only to find that Angel got out of the carriage too.

"Miss Granger, you're getting off here too, don't you?" Klein raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

"That's right, I'm also here at the Blackthorn Security Company, and I happen to be on your way."

Angel replied with a smile, she did not intend to reveal the answer to this mystery for the time being.

The two walked into the reception room on the second floor of the security company one after the other. The reception room that looked like a battlefield last night had been cleaned up. The blood-stained carpet was removed to reveal the wooden floor.The reception desk had to stay here because there was nothing to change, and there were two bullet holes on the outer facade.

A brown-haired girl was sitting behind the reception desk, fiddling with the coffee pot. The strong aroma of coffee filled the room. The sound of the door opening made her look up at the two of them.

"Good morning, Klein, who else is this?" She greeted Klein first, and then looked at Angel suspiciously.

"Angel Granger, Captain Dunn should have mentioned me."

The girl's eyes widened: "It's you... That's right, the captain said you would come today, and he's waiting for you in the office."

She put down the coffee pot, walked out from behind the reception desk, led the two of them around the partition, entered a corridor, and stood at the door of one of the three offices.

"Bang bang—" she knocked on the office door and said, "Captain, I brought the two you mentioned."

Dunn Smith's low voice came from inside: "Come in."

The girl didn't go in by herself, but made a "please" gesture. Angel glanced at Klein, saw that he took the initiative to take half a step back, politely gave way to the path of the door, and walked into the office first.

"Daly left Tingen early this morning." Dunn Smith sat behind a solid wood desk, waited for Angel to close the door, and said without end.

Angel was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Dunn to talk about work first.

"I thought she would take a few more days off."

"She came to Tingen this time with other excuses, and because of Mrs. Sharon's case, she stayed for two more days. This is already the limit. I still need to write a report to explain this matter."

There was a smile in Dunn's gray eyes, and he was obviously not dissatisfied with these trivial matters: "She spoke highly of you and said that if I hadn't recruited you into Tingen's team, she would have kidnapped you."

"Maybe I should follow her back to Enmat, and she might give me my full salary."

"Cough... It's all rules, I can't change it. You can ask another newcomer, Mr. Klein Moretti standing outside the door. He joined earlier than you, and he is still an unofficial member."

With that said, he took out a contract in duplicate from the drawer.

Angel took the contract, sat on the chair opposite Dunn and read it carefully. There were not many clauses in the contract, such as signing time, salary, benefits, obligations, etc. Most of them were what Dunn had told her when he invited her to join last night. It was just an addition that "it needs to wait for the approval of the Holy Church before becoming a full member".

At a glance, there are no unreasonable clauses, except that the secrecy clause is very strict, and there is no need to sue for violations, and the church will directly judge and punish them.

However, considering the special nature of the Nighthawks, Angel could understand this caution.

She signed her name at the end of the contract, pressed her fingerprints, and Dunn stamped the two contracts, and returned one of them to Angel, and the contract was considered established.

"Then, welcome to join the Nighthawks, Ms. Angel Granger." After accepting the contract, Dunn stood up and stretched out his right hand across the table.

Angel smiled slightly, stood up after him, and also extended his right hand to hold the opponent's hand.

"Thank you, Captain Dunn Smith."

After shaking hands, the two sat down again, but Angel was stunned by Dunn's next words.

"Your first task is to hand in a batch of the bullets you used in the battle yesterday. What are they called?"

Dunn changed his position on the armchair to make himself more comfortable, and said.

Although Angel was puzzled, he quickly replied: "It's called 'Storm Gathering' and 'Phantom Phosphorus Eruption'. They were all used up yesterday. I need to remake them. Should I hand them over to the higher authorities?"

"That's right, I'm going to hand in the battle report next week. How many bullets can you make this week?"

Neither has elaborated on who the "above" are.

Angel roughly estimated that he can make about 5 bullets in an hour, but according to the last production experience, up to 20 bullets will exhaust his spirituality. If he concentrates on making once a day, he can produce about 100 bullets in a week.

Due to the more complicated process of "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption", the bottleneck is not spirituality, but the inability to concentrate for a long time. She estimates that only 10 pieces can be produced a day.

"If there are enough materials, we should be able to make 100 'Storm Convergence' with enhanced attack power, and another type of bullet with up to 10." She answered honestly. This involves evaluating her combat effectiveness and value. As a newcomer, Angel did not lie.

Dunn nodded in satisfaction, took out a stack of notes from the drawer, signed a note with a pen on the table, tore it off and handed it to Angel.

"You will hand over the note to Ms. Roseanne who is on duty today, and ask her to take you to Old Neil to collect the materials you need. Next Monday, just give me 80 bullets. The ratio is up to you, but you must have both."

Just need the finished product, not the recipe and how to make it?
Angel suppressed the doubts in his heart, and took the note signed by Dun En with fancy fonts.

"There is an alchemy room in the basement, which is usually used by Old Neil. You can use it as needed. If there is any lack of equipment, report to him, and we will prepare it as soon as possible." Dunn carefully ordered. "Of course, you can also make it in your own alchemy room. I only need to see the result next week."

It seems that my house was searched by them the night before... Also, I entered the dream in the basement, so I must not be able to hide it from Dunn who has the ability of "Nightmare".

"I'd better go back and make it, I'm used to the equipment."

Angel considered it again and again, but decided to choose to make the required bullets in his own home instead of the alchemy room of the Nighthawks headquarters.

"Then go ahead and call Mr. Klein Moretti in for me." Dunn nodded, which was his approval.

(End of this chapter)