Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Chapter 42 Sudden Bad News, Your Wife Died
"Good day, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Early in the morning, when Ember was about to leave St. Samuel Church, she met Archbishop Anthony who was waiting at the door at some unknown time, and greeted him with the usual expression.

"Good day, Mr. Ember."

Archbishop Anthony had a gentle smile on his face as always, "Your room will always be reserved for you, and you are welcome to come back anytime if you need it in the future."

"Besides, even if you don't live here anymore, Mr. Ember can still come to the church to pray to the goddess from time to time..."

As he spoke, Anthony suddenly paused, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

Because during the time that Ember lived here, he seemed to have never seen Ember pray to the goddess even once.

But after all, the other party is a genuine Goddess, maybe he has a special way of praying.

His devotion to the goddess cannot be denied just because of a slight difference in the ritual.

"I will."

Ember nodded slightly, but he didn't leave in a hurry, but waited for a while.

After confirming that Archbishop Anthony had nothing else to say, he left St. Samuel's Church and turned to the Backlund Detective Agency behind St. Samuel's Church.

Subsequently.

As expected, he saw Al Hasson's team in the lobby of the detective agency.

This time they finally stopped playing cards, but playing chess.

However, Ember guessed that the reason was probably because Lolotta was not there, and they could only play chess with one missing.

And when they saw the embers, their expressions were shocked.

"Praise the goddess!"

Al tapped his chest clockwise four times, and said excitedly, "It's a miracle that you came to work on your own initiative! This must be the answer to my prayers to the goddess! Praise the goddess!"

"No, I don't think so."

Borgia complained, how could the goddess answer your boring prayer?
"Where's Miss Loretta?"

Ember asked.

"She should be absorbing maid energy in the cafe now."

Borgia picked up a chess piece on the chessboard and held it in the palm of her hand, explaining, "She always said that there are three things that must be done in life, coffee, dessert and maid."

"anyway."

Ember looked at the two who were still playing chess leisurely, with a strange expression on her face, "I've always wanted to ask, why do you play cards or chess every time I come? Is our team so free?"

"What nonsense!"

Al, with his back turned to Ember, turned around and glared at him, "Do you think everyone is like you? It has been nearly half a month since I joined the Nighthawks, but I only reported three times in total, and I spent more time in the headquarters. It doesn’t take more than an hour in total!”

"We are different from you! We have to go to work early in the morning on time every day, even board and lodging are at the headquarters, and we can only sleep for two or three hours a day! In the words of Emperor Roselle, we get up earlier than chickens and go to bed It’s later than a dog! Don’t compare us to you, that’s an insult to us!”

"It's actually quite idle."

Borgia glanced at Ayer, and didn't give him face just because he was the captain, so he dismissed him casually, "Becklund is the capital of the Loen Kingdom, so the churches naturally have a lot of Extraordinary people. "

"Take our Nighthawks as an example. As far as I know, there are at least hundreds of Nighthawks."

"However, with so many Extraordinary beings, it is of course impossible for all of them to stay at the headquarters."

"In fact, the Church of Evernight basically has branches in all districts of the capital, and the night watchmen are usually scattered in small groups to perform tasks in various parts of the capital, and they perform their duties in order to protect the city."

"As for our team's task, it is to stand by at the headquarters. Once there is an unexpected situation that other teams cannot deal with in time, we will be on top. However, there are enough nighthawks in the capital, and if there are problems that other teams cannot handle, we will hand them over to you." The red gloves deal with it, and we don’t need it under normal circumstances.”

"So most of the time, our mission is to carry sealed items to support other nearby cities, just like the one that supported Tingen not long ago."

"However, this kind of unexpected situation may not be encountered once a month, so..."

Borgia paused, and said seriously, "Most of the time, we are really free."

"So, do you understand?"

"understood."

Ember nodded slightly, it was a low-end red glove, it was easy to understand.

However, Ember still looked at Al Hasson in a strange way.

As far as your work status is, you almost fish every day, what qualifications do you have to look at him with the eyes of a class enemy?

"Where are you free!"

Al Hasson was furious when he heard the words, "Isn't it hard work to go to and from get off work on time every day?! How can work be easy? These days, there are still a few people who stick to their posts like us and don't leave without authorization? What do you mean? Say where are we free?"

Borgia didn't speak, but silently looked down at the chessboard.

The captain looks pretty good today, probably because he has no chance to steal another pawn.

But wouldn't it be impossible to win if you don't steal the chess pieces?
"And you!"

Al Hasson reprimanded Borgia, and then turned his gaze to Ember, looking at him vigilantly and suspiciously, "You don't think you want to leave again, do you?"

"will not."

Ember shook her head slightly, went to the sofa and sat down, under the strange eyes of the other two, said in a deep voice, "Actually, I've been seriously thinking about whether I should come to work recently."

"..."

The veins on Al Hasson's forehead popped up, hardened, his fist hardened!

What does it mean to seriously consider whether to come to work? !
If you don’t come, don’t come. Anyway, others can’t do anything about you. Your salary is still paid every week.

In the end, you actually came here to mock him, didn't you?
The Nighthawks who bully me have no one?

Just when Ember was seriously thinking about whether to come to work, and Al Hasson was also thinking about whether to give him a punch.

A figure suddenly appeared at the door.

"Al."

The visitor looked at the three people in the hall and shouted in a dry voice.

"Simon."

Al looked at the slightly haggard look of the visitor, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a low voice, "What happened?"

Simon is also Backlund's Nighthawk.

The last time their team went to Tingen on a business trip, it was the Simon team who took over their duties and was on standby at the detective agency.

But looking at Simon's appearance, it was obvious that something had happened!

"Eve is dead."

Simon said hoarsely, "Al, I heard that Lolotta of your team has been promoted to 'Spiritualist'. I hope you can help me, and I owe you a favor."

"Eve is dead?!"

Al and Borgia were shocked at the same time.

Simon Herbert, a Sequence 7 nightmare like Al.

And Eve is his teammate, a Seer Sequence Beyonder who was promoted to Sequence 8 'Joker' not long ago.

They had just met each other not long ago.

As a result, Simon suddenly came to tell them the sad news of Eve's death.

That is an official Extraordinary? !Someone actually dares to attack the official Extraordinary in Backlund?
"Lolotta should be in the coffee shop next door, I'll call her."

Borgia immediately stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Go back quickly."

Al nodded solemnly.

Simon was his good friend, and the dead Eve was also Lolotta's best friend and an official Extraordinary.

Whether public or private, they have to help with this favor.

(End of this chapter)