Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 240 Novice Nighthawk

church?Evernight Goddess Church?
Aren’t you all believers of the goddess of the night?What are you afraid of?
When Chris was confused, the two groups of people who were planning to go out all returned to the tavern and sat down in their original positions.

They were still drinking, but no one dared to speak loudly anymore.

The front door was pushed open violently, and a man wearing a police uniform with the badge of the Goddess of the Night on his chest stepped across the threshold, and his voice reached people's ears at the same time:
"Routine inspection."

Routine inspection?
A member of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, but wearing a police uniform?

Nighthawk?
Chris made a preliminary judgment, but still just waited quietly.

The man suspected of belonging to the Nighthawks took off the silver chain hanging around his neck, and began to conduct a slow investigation through divination.

Behind him, there were two people, one with deep eyes, the other with pale skin and a sinister aura.

The leaders of the "Corpse Collector" and the "Sleepless One" are Extraordinaries of the "Soothsayer" path.

Chris quickly made further judgment.

There must be a reason for the Nighthawks to come to the village, and the most likely reason is to search for "Giant" Shatov.

But the goal may not be clear-otherwise Nighthawks wouldn't send out only three Beyonders.

Chris raised his left eyebrow slightly and turned on his spiritual vision.

In the state of spiritual vision, the etheric body of the suspected "divineer" was stronger than the Sequence 9 Extraordinary he had observed before, but not to the level of Sequence 8. The other two were slightly worse and were at the average level of Sequence 9. .

Maybe he is a "divineer" who has finished digesting the magic potion and has not yet been promoted.

"Have you seen this man?"

The "divineer" sat on the chair and showed the sheepskin scroll in his hand to the villagers in front of him.

"No, I haven't seen it before." The villager sipped his wine to hide his nervousness.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, choose a tarot card." He smiled nonchalantly.

The young villager felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, while the other villagers, regardless of their age, all had nervous expressions on their faces.

There are no Extraordinary in the villagers, they have never been in contact with Extraordinary, but they have all heard that there is a mysterious team called "Nighthawks" in the church, they have heard about their legends, and know that they can make people speak truth, can make The dead can be resurrected and can communicate with spirits.

In addition, what makes the villagers feel scared and intimidated is that they have cooperated with the "giant" from Fusac. In the war, this is an act of collaboration with the enemy.

Even now in peacetime, the Church of the Goddess of the Night does not allow this.

Not to mention that they are believers of the Goddess of the Night—although they are only superficial believers.

Therefore, this "routine inspection" that was made out of nothing frightened the villagers even more - they had never experienced it before.

"Choose a tarot card, don't waste my time." The "divineer"'s face gradually turned ugly.

"Cough cough."

Chris coughed, hid his left hand in his sleeve, and stood up under the watchful eyes of the audience.

He slowly walked up to the "divineer", and under the surprised gazes of the three night watchers, he asked calmly:
"Where are your documents?"

"Documents?"

The "divineer" didn't understand what happened for a while. After Chris repeated it again, he stood up and asked in a neither humble nor condescending manner:
"who are you?"

Chris took out the pass certificate issued to him by the soldier on the way, waved it in front of the "divineer" very quickly, and took it back before the other party saw it clearly, and said disdainfully:
"Goddess, I have never heard of a 'routine inspection', and the archbishop never told me about it before sending me."

archbishop?
The three Nighthawks couldn't help but widen their eyes. They only knew the name of the Archbishop, but they had never seen her at all.

Their level is not yet high enough to reach the "Archbishop".

Among the three, the "Seer" who had the most experience looked at Chris's left hand hidden in his sleeve, and his eyes gradually became strange.He had heard of the "Red Gloves", the elite team within the Nighthawks, and knew they were special, but he had only "heard about them" and had never seen them with his own eyes.

The "divineer" saluted Chris with a respectful expression.The latter waved his hands with disdain on his face:
"Why are you here?"

"We got news that some Feysac people crossed the border privately and smuggled themselves into Loen."

The information is a bit unclear. As far as I know, Shatov has been here for two months...

Moreover, you are searching for targets who may be hiding in the village, but you walked into the tavern with such arrogance and arrogance. Didn't you learn professional knowledge when you joined the Nighthawks...

Chris sneered, then teased in a disdainful tone:

"Smuggling? Are you sure there will be Feysacs who choose to cross the Amanda Mountains and come here instead of taking the inter-sea ferry to Conston City in order to smuggle?"

"This……"

Chris put his hands behind his back and his tone was unquestionable:

"I have checked here, and there is no trace of the Fusac people."

He turned closer to the "divineer" and asked in a low voice:

"The Holy Church sent you three Sequence 9 Beyonders?"

"Uh, it's not the church..."

The "divineer" blushed, and his previously unruly look disappeared. He paused for a moment and did not say the reason.

Chris also made a guess in his mind: the temperature in Winter County is low and the environment is poor, so field missions may be performed by such low-sequence "newbie" Extraordinaries.

Moreover, not every Nighthawk team is as friendly as the Nighthawks in Tingen City.

"I understand," he nodded, then waved his hand, "You can leave here."

After exchanging glances with the other two Nighthawks, the "divineer" put away the tarot cards on the table, saluted again, and then turned around and left the tavern.

After the three people left, Chris stood silently, scanning everyone's faces and observing their expressions.

At this time, other people in the tavern didn't dare to take a breath, let alone move. Some people's hands holding the wine glasses even froze in mid-air.

After a long time, Chris crossed his arms, sat back in his seat, looked at Andre who looked shocked, and said lightly:

"Can we go back?"

"You and I……"

Andre's voice was broken. He didn't expect Chris' status to be so high.

A man who scared the three "Nighthawks" actually handed over 5 pounds of toll to the soldiers?

Chris turned his head and glanced around, then spoke calmly, not loudly, but enough for everyone to hear clearly:
"Don't mention my existence to others."

Nobody said anything, but that was the best answer.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chris and Andre walked out of the pub one after another.

Then, he used simplified dream divination to confirm that the three night watchers had left, and then prepared to leave the village and return to the city.

After that, they had a smooth journey and returned to the city before four o'clock in the afternoon.

Until the two of them parted, Andre still had surprise in his eyes and a very strange expression, but he didn't say anything.

On Monday morning, with the piercing sound of the whistle, the steam train Chris was riding slowly left the Winter County Steam Railway Station and headed towards Backlund.

(End of this chapter)