Chapter 53 The Listener

Above the storm-swept sea, an ancient three-masted sailing ship was ups and downs with the waves.

Its speed is not fast and its volume is not large enough. In this disaster scene that is integrated with the sea, it is like dead leaves that have left the trees. However, no matter how rampant the hurricane is and how terrifying the waves are, it sails safely without any inclination. .

Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck, looking at the surrounding waves like mountains and peaks, wondering what he was thinking.

"It's Monday again..." he whispered silently.

It was a day that belonged to the Mother Earth, the beginning of a new round of prosperity and decay.

But for Alger, it has another meaning, it belongs to a mysterious existence that is forever shrouded in gray mist.

At least I haven't become a lunatic... He looked back and laughed at himself.

At this time, one of his few crew members approached and asked respectfully:

"Lord Bishop, what is the goal of our voyage this time?"

Alger looked around, and answered without any hesitation:

"Hunting a 'listener' of the Aurora Society."

...

The storm dissipated, the fog filled the air, and the strange sailboats with artillery positions but still not in line with the trend of the times.

An eight- or nine-year-old boy with soft, docile yellow hair looked in horror at the undisciplined pirates around him, as they enjoyed their vats of beer, as they swayed on the ropes, as they taunted each other and even waved. Punch to punch.

He turned to look at the black-robed man standing in the shadows, and said in a low voice:

"Father, where are we going?"

Five days ago, he saw his father for the first time since he remembered, calling himself the father of an adventurer.

If it weren't for the oil painting left by his mother to prove the identity of the other party, or if the orphanage was not opening its doors for him, he would never want to leave his hometown and follow this near-unfamiliar relative.

The man standing in the shadow lowered his head, looked at his son, and replied kindly:

"Jack, I'll take you to a holy place, the 'sanctuary' where the creator once lived."

"Is that the kingdom of God? We mortals can only enter if we receive gifts..." Little Jack was taught by his mother well and possessed enough common sense. At this time, he was surprised and fearful.

The man standing in the shadows has a face so deep and unforgettable that it looks like a stone sculpture completed by the best masters.

He put his hand to his ear, assumed a listening posture, and replied in an almost dreamy tone:

"Jack, 'mortal' is a wrong concept, the creator created the world, He is everywhere, He exists in the body of every living being, so everything has divinity, and the divinity is rich enough to become an angel , the seven false gods now are just more powerful angels."

"Look, I can hear the teachings of the creator now, ah, what an extraordinary revelation! Life is just a spiritual journey. When the spirit is strong enough and tenacious enough, we can find our own divinity. , and become one with more of the Divinity..."

Little Jack couldn't understand this complicated description, shook his head, and asked another question that he didn't have time to ask before:

"Father, I heard from my mother that after the creator created this world, he divided into all things and did not actually exist, so why is there still his 'sanctuary'?"

As a seven or eight-year-old child, his logic is clear enough.

The man whose face was like a sculpture was stunned for a moment, and his head turned a little bit, as if he heard more whispers.

Suddenly, he fell down and knelt on the deck with his knees, and the exposed skin highlighted one blue-black thing after another.

He covered his head with his hands, his face was twisted abnormally, and he shouted in great pain:

"They are lying!"

…………

had lunch,

After Old Neil promised that he would bring himself to the underground trading market next time, Klein slowly returned to the Blackthorn Security Company, considering whether to read literature in the civilian staff office and practice his skills, or continue to wander out while Captain Dunn has not banned it. , to the fortune-telling club to play the "diver".

However, before he could make a decision, he saw Dunn Smith coming in from outside, wearing a black trench coat and a half-top hat.

"Captain, how is the situation?" Klein asked with concern, thinking about the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notes.

Dunn's gray eyes did not show the slightest tiredness and said:

"It has been confirmed by multiple sources that the notes of the Antigonus family are in the hands of Riel Bieber, but he has disappeared completely."

"I have already informed the various Nighthawks teams about this by telegram, and asked them to pay close attention to each port and each steam train station. The first batch of pictures printed was also mailed out yesterday afternoon and will be published in major in the newspaper."

At this time, it would be great to have a telephone, a fax machine, a surveillance camera, and a big data... Unfortunately, I only know how to use it, and I only understand a little bit of the principle... Klein sighed silently.

"However, no matter what, we have found the whereabouts of the notebook, and this is your credit. Of course, that requires further confirmation. I have already sent a telegram to the Backlund Diocese, asking them to send someone Escort Sealed Artifact No. 2-049, it is a dangerous item that once belonged to the Antigonus family, it can help us know whether Riel Bieber is a descendant of the Antigonus family."

"Level 2" Sealed Artifact... Dangerous... Use it cautiously and sparingly... Klein wanted to ask curiously what this Sealed Artifact was, what special abilities it had, and where the danger was, but he instantly remembered that he was not at the level of confidentiality. Had to give up reluctantly.

"May the goddess bless us." Klein tapped four times on his chest and drew a full moon.

Dunn opened the door of his office, nodded slightly and said:

"The goddess has been protecting us, Klein, if you didn't choose the 'divine expert' before, when this matter is confirmed, you should be able to become a regular team member and choose the 'sleepless one', unfortunately... To be honest, I have always been I don't understand why you choose 'divine'. Although 'corpse collector' can be resisted, but you have seen Daly, you should understand how powerful 'psychic' is, and 'mystery' is also a good choice, At least with old Neil as an example, the risk of losing control would be low."

For this question, Klein had prepared the answer from the very beginning, but Dunn never asked it, and only mentioned it casually until now.

He organized the following language:

"What I'm thinking about is that the Diviner and the Secret Peep are auxiliary Extraordinary, you don't have to face the enemy all the time, it's too dangerous, and you and Old Neil also said that in the mysterious and extraordinary realm , Curiosity and exploration often lead to terrible consequences, and the description of 'the voyeur' makes me feel worried, so... oh, you know, not long ago, I was just an ordinary college student, timid is The only reason I chose that."

"I have to say, this is an answer that I didn't expect but also makes sense." Dunn rubbed his forehead and chuckled.

He turned his body halfway, his gray eyes looked up and down at Klein deeply:

"During this time, you continue to go out, no longer limited to the route from Welch's house to Iron Cross Street. Maybe, maybe you can sense that notebook and help us determine the whereabouts of Riel Bieber."

"Okay." Klein found that he didn't have to worry anymore.

He said goodbye and turned around, counting silently in his heart:

"three two……"

"Wait a minute," Dunn called.

Klein turned around and smiled slightly:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

Dunn coughed:

"Well, there are times when auxiliary Beyonders have to face the enemy. Although the 'diver' sounds like they can avoid these, we can't ignore them. You must keep the practice of firearms and increase your strength in a planned way. "

"This is exactly what I am trying to do." Klein pointed to the outside, "I went out."

"Okay, uh, wait a minute." Dunn stopped him again and said while thinking, "Maybe I have to consider hiring a martial arts teacher for you, of course, the premise of this matter is that you become an official team."

Klein gave a "hmm" and asked cautiously:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

"No." Seeing Klein's disbelieving eyes, Dunn shook his head and smiled, and emphasized again, "It's really gone."

Only then did Klein walk out of the partition, say goodbye to Roshan, Mrs. Orianna, and the others. First, he went to the shooting club to practice, and then wandered around for a full hour, earnestly completing the tasks assigned by the captain.

After doing all this, he came to the divination club and saw the beautiful Lady Angelica reading a magazine leisurely.

"Family"... After Klein recited the name silently, he walked over with a cane, smiled and said hello:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Angelica calmly put down the magazine, got up and said, "Not long after you left yesterday, Mr. Glacis came. He has just recovered from a serious illness."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said:

"It's a real joy."

Hearing this sentence, Angelica, who had been quietly observing him, couldn't help but lowered her voice and asked curiously:

"Mr. Glacis said you were a very, very, very wonderful doctor, didn't you?"

What? Klein looked at the lady across from him in amazement, suspecting that he had auditory hallucinations.

How can I tell that I am a doctor?

I don't know myself...