Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 40 Decision
Meditating for a short time to clear the mind and avoid being affected by negative emotions, Angel turned his attention to the right side of the imaginary table in his mind.

There are naturally many benefits to joining the Nighthawks. According to Dunn, the salary of full-time members is double that of now, that is, 6 pounds per week, which is equivalent to more than 300 pounds per year. This does not include the "extra money" obtained by completing Mrs. Green's commission last week, and the weekly salary will gradually increase according to the number of years of work.

In this era, an annual income of more than 300 pounds is already quite generous. The weekly salary of ordinary workers is only about 1 pound, and the income of dock workers who are temporarily employed and whose jobs are unstable is even lower.

If you refuse to become an official member, not to mention the weekly salary of 6 pounds, I am afraid that the 3 pounds of unofficial members will also go away from you now?
Only relying on the savings that she inherited from Cole Granger, the more than 200 pounds may not be able to last for a long time, not to mention that the potion materials needed for promotion are not cheap, even if only the "Instigator" potion of Sequence 8 is counted, the price of any main material exceeds her entire net worth.

Of course, if you leave the Nighthawks, you can also find another job to make ends meet, so you won't be left alone.

I have outstanding marksmanship and good melee combat ability. I can be an ordinary mercenary. I heard that the security companies and private detectives in Tingen City are very busy. It may be a good choice to join now.

Or learn from the predecessor of the time traveler, Emperor Russell, and sell some advanced knowledge and ideas in his mind, it is not impossible to get rich overnight.

After a moment of hesitation, she still filled in the first word on the right, "stable income".

In addition to income, the benefits of being a member of the Nighthawks are also something she feels deeply these days.

The hundreds of bullets she knocked out during practice shooting these days alone are probably worth several pounds. This is not counting the shooting range that is free to use through the police badge. Others need to pay to use the shooting range, 1 soli per hour.

The weapons are also free. A revolver costs a full 3 pounds. According to Old Neil, as long as the weapon is slightly worn, it can be replaced for free, which can also save a lot of money.

If she becomes an official night watcher, she will also get the status of "probationary inspector". It sounds like a big police rank, which is very beneficial to daily life and handling ordinary disputes. As long as she takes out her police badge, in the eyes of ordinary people, she will naturally be on the right side.

There are also various materials for practicing esoteric rituals, most of which can be declared for collection. This time, the production of "Storm Convergence" and "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" bullets has exceeded expectations, and a lot of materials have been saved during the process. If converted into cash, it is not even less than a fixed income.

And I heard that there is a high pension for death?But if I have no relatives and no reason, what does the pension have to do with me?

Angel thought of Cole's younger sister who was studying in Backlund, the titular cousin of "Angel Granger". If he sacrificed himself on the job, the pension should be handed over to her, right?

Putting aside this unlucky thought, Angel filled in the third word, which corresponds to "safety" on the left side of "danger".

This is not self-contradictory, joining the Nighthawks is indeed dangerous, but she has not forgotten that she has killed Madam Sharon, and has already registered with the "Witch Sect".

Mrs. Sharon had also disclosed to Cole Granger the size of the sect, and there was more than one Sequence 4 Extraordinary, that is, a "semi-god" level powerhouse.Now that I am still alive and well, it is likely that the other party has not had time to take care of my small role, rather than that I am safe and sound.

As one of the famous cult organizations in the North Continent, the "Witch Sect" has done things including but not limited to the assassination of political leaders, sacrificial ceremonies, and large-scale massacres. It is blacklisted in every Orthodox Church. As long as you join the Extraordinary Armed Forces of the Evernight Goddess Church, even if it is a high-level "Witch Sect" who wants to kill an official Extraordinary who is on the list, you need to weigh the subsequent impact, and your own safety will undoubtedly be more guaranteed.

No matter how bad it is, in the face of pursuit, having some Extraordinary teammates is better than fighting alone. Many low-rank Extraordinary teamed up can surpass a single mid-rank Extraordinary in combat power. This was well verified in the battle to kill Madam Sharon.

Speaking of other Beyonders, Angel suddenly thought of the method of making spells that Old Neil taught him, and the "divination course" that Klein promised.

Beyonders of different sequences can not only cooperate in battle, but also complement each other in mystic knowledge. Originally, Cole Granger was an assassin, and Mrs. Sharon, the mentor and boss, was also promoted in the assassin sequence. The knowledge that can be taught to him is only about assassination and abetting.

But within the Nighthawks, not only are there several Beyonders from different paths, they can communicate with each other, they can also read the documents inside the church, and obtain various mystical knowledge that is difficult for outsiders to obtain.

Thinking of the "Hanged Man" who talked so eloquently at the "Tarot Club", and comparing it to himself who was ignorant and ignorant when exchanging information, Angel filled in the fourth word, "knowledge of occultism" in the form.

In this way, there are four keywords on each side, which looks more symmetrical and beautiful.

Similarly, on the balance in Angel's heart, the choices on both sides are equally heavy.

I was once again faced with the decision of the day I received Mrs. Sharon's letter.

Do you refuse to join the Nighthawks and face this strange but vast world alone again, or become a full member and fight together with the teammates you have gradually become familiar with these days?
Dunn Smith asked her to leave the choice until the day when the church replied, but Angel knew that if she couldn't make a decision today, she wouldn't be able to make a decision that day either.

Her eyes lingered on both sides of the intersection, unable to make up her mind.

There is no way to go on like this, so she had to add a ninth word in the center of the form: "Go home".

yes, go home.

After coming to "this world" for more than 10 days, she has her own identity, a temporary job, killed the most threatening enemy, and made many friends.

But this is not my home. My home is in Liverpool, England, not in Tingen, Ahowa County. I am a modern person in the 21st century, not a resident of this... mysterious steam age!
But how to set foot on the way home, Angel was at a loss.

She has learned about the life of Emperor Roselle Gustav in detail, the most famous king of the Fifth Epoch, who seems to be... no, it should be a confirmed traverser, that magnificent life.

According to the records, Emperor Roselle continued to carry out creations and technological innovations that surpassed this era until his old age and before he was assassinated in the White Maple Palace. This shows that he never found a way to "go home", but spent his whole life in this world.

Of course, maybe after death, Emperor Roselle's soul that did not belong to this world returned to Earth, but there is no way to verify this kind of thing, and there is only one chance for such an "attempt", Angel does not intend to try it so early.

Then, the remaining solutions can only be found from the mysticism.

Maybe there are records of time travelers in the major churches?Or leave a way to travel to other worlds?If you go this way, joining the Orthodox Church is undoubtedly a good start. As long as you accumulate contributions and gradually rise up, you should be able to slowly come into contact with these hidden knowledge.

Or try to find other traversers who are still alive. If there are two, there are three. This world already has Emperor Roselle and himself, so there may not be No.3 traversers.

I can publish missing person notices in English in newspapers, buy large-scale nuclear radiation warning signs on the layout, or some memes that only modern people can understand. As long as it is knowledge that does not belong to this world, it will attract the attention of potential traversers.

If you want to do this, leaving the Nighthawks and returning to your free body is a better choice.

This leads to another dilemma...

Adding new keywords didn't make Angel's choice any easier. She sighed and decided to go to Old Neil's to get the bullet first, and then make a decision slowly.

Turning right to leave the intersection, she came to the iron door of the armory. She knocked lightly on the door and got a quick response.

"Is it Angel? Please come in."

Pushing open the door and entering the armory, Old Neil was still dressed in a long robe, sitting at the table, studying the few pages of Emperor Roselle's manuscript at hand. There were already several sheets of paper filled with symbols on the table, and a pot of coffee with a strange aroma was steaming.

Seeing Angel come in, he said without raising his head, "I'm here to pick up today's bullets, wait a minute, I'll finish drawing these symbols."

He took a pencil to write and draw on the blank paper, and copied a few characters from the manuscript onto it. Angel recognized one of the characters as meaning "sun" or "date", but she was not sure. Her knowledge of Chinese was limited to the few Chinese characters used in fashion in advertisements, or the golden sentences tattooed on the body of celebrities.

After writing a few Chinese characters like a painting, Old Neil breathed a sigh of relief, put down his pencil, and looked up at Angel.

"Isn't Klein with you today?" He looked behind Angel and found that there was only one person, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you usually... Oh, I remembered, he's off today."

He patted the pencil shavings on the robe, stood up, took the key chain at the side, and quickly entered the arsenal behind.

"Still the same?"

Old Neil's voice came from inside the door, but before Angel could answer, he returned to the outside room with a box of bullets.

"30 ordinary pistol bullets, no need to sign, anyway, this caliber is only used by you."

After handing over the paper bullet box to Angel, Old Neil returned to the laziness of a "Roselle researcher". He sat back on his chair and prepared to continue his deciphering work.

"By the way, Klein said that you are very interested in divination. I just taught him last week. You can come and listen to it when you are free."

"But you go to practice shooting with him every morning, and I heard that you taught him a few tricks? I think you might as well ask him for advice directly. This young man is a fast learner, and he is also a 'divinator'. Maybe he can teach him better than me."

Old Neil smiled, lowered his head and continued to draw Chinese symbols crookedly.

"Thank you, I will find a chance to ask him."

At this moment, Angel's mind was full of his own choice of staying or staying, and he didn't dare to make a promise in the face of this kind of problem, so he could only muddle along.

Holding the bullets and leaving the arsenal, Angel returned to the second floor of the Blackthorn Security Company, wasting a lot of time in the basement worrying about the future, and she was surprised to find that it was almost noon.Mrs. Orianna’s office heard the heavy knocking of a mechanical typewriter. The waiter in the Old Ville restaurant in the reception room registered the number of people and the amount of lunch, and was about to leave. The white-haired “Miss Writer” Sika Troon saw Angel coming out from behind the partition and called out to the waiter.

"Wait a minute, there is one more person... What set meal do you order?"

She turned to Angel.

These days, Angel has been at the Blackthorn Security Company to eat the food delivered by the Old Ville Restaurant at noon, and he is quite familiar with other Nighthawks, especially Sika Ton. Because he wants to "get information" from her, he grabs Angel and chats with her every time he eats. Apart from Klein, he is the Nighthawk member she has the most contact with.

"No, thank you, I'll go back to eat at noon."

Angel declined Ms. Teon's invitation. Today is Monday, and there will be a "Tarot Club" at [-] pm. In order to avoid delays on the road and miss time, she decided to go back to Narcissus Street for lunch.

"Oh——" the white-haired lady made a deliberate long voice, with a sad expression on her face, "He's off today, so why don't you eat here? It's obvious that I met you first..."

"Stop, stop!" Angel quickly interrupted her performance, "You are the third one to mention Klein today, so this topic can't be passed?"

"But Leonard is also taking a day off today!" Sika showed a sly smile, "Are you kidding yourself?"

"I……"

Angel was tongue-tied and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Ahem..." It was the waiter at the Old Ville restaurant who helped her out, although it was not his intention, "If there is no order, I will leave first?"

Only then did the two realize that there were outsiders present. Angel shook his head and repeated, "I won't eat here at noon, so there is no need to add me."

Watching the waiter leave quickly, Sika Teang turned around and continued, "I heard you're going to become a full-time member?"

The news spread so fast...

Angel was surprised by the speed of gossip in the office, nodded and replied: "The captain mentioned it to me, saying that he has applied to the Holy Church, but I haven't responded yet."

"You need to be more cautious. This is different from a civilian job. Once you join, um...you understand."

Sika originally wanted to say a few more words, but seeing Angel's melancholy expression, he smacked his lips, but still didn't put any pressure on her.

Looking at Sika Teon's rare white hair, Angel's heart moved, and he asked, "Did you hesitate before becoming a full member?"

"I didn't think that much, because I didn't have a choice." The white-haired lady squinted her eyes, as if lost in memory, "Unlike you, I was just an ordinary person before I joined the Nighthawks. An out-of-control 'Mechanical Heart' Extraordinary was killing people in the southern district. I survived by luck. The captain saw that I was very skilled and invited me."

"I had a nightmare for a whole year, reliving that moment every day. When he asked me if I would take the potion and become a Beyonder and a full member, I agreed without hesitation."

"I simply think... Becoming an Extraordinary gives you the power to protect yourself and others. It's an old-fashioned reason, right? It's like a vulgar novel that no one reads."

Angel keenly felt that Sika Thon seemed to have omitted part of the content, but she just listened quietly.

"I just think that you don't have to choose the most appropriate one, but you don't regret not choosing another one after you choose it." Sika concluded, "After that, I didn't have any nightmares."

"Oh, the more you talk, the more it looks like my novel that was returned by the editor." As if feeling that the atmosphere was a bit dull, she changed the subject and started talking about a topic she was interested in.

"I think changing the plot can be regarded as a best-selling novel," Angel also joked, "You just have to be careful not to violate the rules and reveal the secrets of the Nighthawks and the church."

"It doesn't matter, I can use the Punisher or the members of the Mechanical Heart as the protagonist!"

The two smiled at each other.

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Walking out of the door of the reception room and going down the stairs to the first floor, Angel looked back and saw that the signboard of "Black Briar Security Company" was still hanging on the corner of the upper floor, and passers-by would not be able to find this signboard if they didn't search carefully.

"Hey, I might regret it in the future if I choose this way, but if I don't choose this way, I might regret it immediately?" Chewing on Sika Thon's suggestion, Angel sighed and walked towards the bus stop at the corner of the street.

Under the sunlight near noon, Angel could no longer see the imaginary form in her mind clearly, but she still stretched out her right hand while walking, and wrote a word in the grid in the air that only she could see.

"partner".

(End of this chapter)