"Name!"

"Schilling Frein."

…………

"What extraordinary traits are you taking?"

"I, I... I don't know."

"Where did you get the extraordinary characteristics?"

"I bought it from the market, it's very cheap."

...

In the Public Security Department, a group of night watchers stared at the black-haired and brown-eyed girl sitting in the center and was speechless for a long time.

Thinking that I had worked so hard to become a transcendent, the comparison between the two could not help but produce a huge psychological gap.

But now, can't you just arrest such a noble lady?

After all, they did not cause any damage, nor did they steal it.

A group of people stared with big eyes, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Finally, one of the night watchers murmured:

"Go out and discuss it first."

After leaving the room where "Miss Friein" was held, the night watchers inevitably had differences.

After a while, they finally came up with the result of the treatment of "Miss Friein".

According to the confirmation of divination and other methods, the "Night Watchers" recognized the "authenticity" of Lucid's words.

After confirming that "Miss Frein" was indeed a lucky one who had the chance to take the extraordinary traits, they made a decision:

Incorporate her into the ranks of "Night Watchers" and temporarily serve as a civilian.

This is decided based on two considerations.

One is that she can be observed, and the other is that it is easy to control.

Lucid, who was sitting alone in the room, didn't know yet, but at this moment she had already got her wish.

After another moment, she was taken to an office aside.

Pushing open the door of the office, a vicissitudes of life with flaxen hair and emerald green pupils greeted him.

Shaking his head, staring at Lucid, sighed:

"Why take the path of the transcendent?"

Upon hearing this, Lucid sighed secretly.

I was a little bit emotional for a while.

A little bit sad, his own extraordinary path...no choice at all.

Once through, the ignorant becomes an assassin.

But in fact, if she could choose, she would still embark on the path of transcendents with a high probability.

Is there another person willing to be ordinary?

Pursing his lips, Lucid said solemnly:

"Becoming a transcendent, of course, is for greater power..."

After a pause, I added:

"Only when you are strong enough can you better protect the things you care about."

"Um?!"

After hearing the words, the man's emerald green eyes lit up slightly, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he immediately lost a smile:

"hope so."

After a few steps, I started to introduce myself:

"This is Matthew Monaghan, your captain."

A suspicion appeared "just right" on Lucid's face:

"this……?"

Seeing the "confused" black-haired girl, he laughed blankly:

"Have you heard of "Night Watcher"?"

Although she couldn't help but want to make a fierce complaint about this, she nodded "with a little knowledge" and shook her head again:

"Know a (billion) point."

Nodding slightly, Monaghan continued:

"We are the night watchers."

"US?"

Lucid asked in surprise.

"Yes, you are now our civilian staff."

"what?"

Just right, she showed a puzzled expression.

A hint of narrowness flashed in the green eyes, and he smiled:

"Yes, Miss Frein. You may choose whether to become an extraordinary person, but you cannot choose whether to become our civilian."

He pursed his lips and tried his best to control his tendency to complain:

Sorry, I can really...

Efforts to calm down the spit in my heart, but on the surface stared at Monaghan "stunned and unwilling".

As if amused by the reaction of this "miss noble", Monaghan grinned and said:

"Come to report at 36 Zotland Street tomorrow, or wait at home for me to come to visit in person."

With a grin, he added narrowly:

"Perhaps you can also try to escape..."

…………

After confessing some more matters, Lucid was released from the Public Security Department again.

Looking at the clear sky of Tinggen in late autumn, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

...

But she didn't know that Matthew Monaghan in the office frowned.

Although it can't be said, there is always a weird feeling in my heart.

"This Frein... not quite right!"

Leaning back, leaning on the chair and thinking.

After a moment, he shook his head and said with a laugh:

"Well, let's come in and observe slowly...Anyway, they are all closely monitored now, and I'm not afraid of any moths coming out."

...

Early the next morning, Lucid arrived at 36 Zotland Street.

She declined Anna who wanted to help, and took a box from the carriage that she didn't know what it was.

Holding the wooden box "somewhat hard", "staggering" walked into No. 36 Zotland Street where the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group" hung.

Needless to say, the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group" must be the external name of the "Night Watcher".

The corners of her mouth cocked slightly, and she vomited:

"Tsk, it's really in the same line..."

Pushing the door open, a muscular man standing in a turban was greeted, staring at her fiercely.

"Fuck!"

Lucid couldn't help but marvel at it.

The image of this person is too similar to the philosopher in his mind.

"Is that you, Mr. Banana?"

She complained again.

However, the person in front of him is different from "Banana Man" in terms of skin color.

After blinking, Lucy's German was timid, and seemed to whisper in a flustered voice:

"Hello, Captain Monaghan asked me to come..."

"Mr Banana"'s expression was a little slow, and then he nodded and sat back on the chair.

But Lucid didn't plan to let him go, and whispered in a "pathetic way":

"Can I put it here, please?"

"Mr Banana" nodded slightly.

After putting down the box, she "uneasy" walked into the building with the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group" sign.

…………

After going through some formalities, "Miss Frein" officially became a civilian of the "Blackthorn Mercenary Group".

After officially becoming a "civilian" ~lightnovelpub.net~ she opened the box she brought, took out a bottle of wine, and distributed it to the members of "Black Thorns".

The good name is: the meeting ceremony.

The people who received the "meeting ceremony" couldn't help but marvel at it.

This is the real "Olmere wine"!

Even a nobleman, opening a bottle of good wine would have been distressed for a long time.

The "night watchers" couldn't help but marvel at the rich net worth of this "new colleague", and at the same time they couldn't help being curious.

As for her attitude, it seems that she has suddenly become closer.

But Monaghan is an exception.

In the "Head's Room", looking at the beautifully packaged "Olmere Wine", a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Frowning, he felt that this was more and more invisible to Miss Frein.