At 36 Zotland Street, Lucid walked slowly out of the carriage in a black dress.

Today, the battle with the soft bed was so fierce that it entangled for a while, so it came relatively later than usual.

The protection of Lord Deville has finally come to an end, which also means that she no longer needs to wear a uniform to work.

But in fact, she held a positive attitude towards the uniform of the "sheriff" in her heart.

To be honest, the trousers in the uniform of the "sheriff" are undoubtedly more in line with Lucid's habit of wearing the skirt with a chilly bottom.

Shaking her head slightly, she pushed open the door of the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group".

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Walter blushing and nodded at her with a smirk:

"Good morning, Shirin."

? ? ?

Lucid couldn't help being a little surprised.

What happened to Walter today? What kind of wind is this blowing?

This meow is abnormal.

But out of politeness, she nodded slightly and smiled:

"Good morning, Mr. Walter."

After a few steps closer, Lucid smelled a hint of alcohol on his body.

Can't help but roll his eyes quietly, feeling this guy was drinking early in the morning.

No wonder the attitude today is so strange.

However, she couldn't help being a little curious.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the desk at the front desk secretly, and Lucid became even more puzzled.

Good guy, on the table in front of Walter, there was a whole bottle of misty champagne.

"Eh?"

The doubts in her heart were even worse, and she frowned slightly.

Where does Walter's misty champagne come from? With his salary, he was afraid that he would not be able to buy a bottle for a month without eating or drinking.

But she didn't ask too much, narrowed her eyes slightly, crossed the front desk, and walked into the company.

Then, in the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group", she saw Lilin who was sending foggy champagne everywhere.

"Fuck?"

Lucid's mind felt a little overwhelming.

What's the situation with this special cat?

She kept a stiff step and walked to her seat.

Seeing the arrival of "Shilin", the corners of Lilin's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and she couldn't help but walked up to her, bowed to her, suppressed the joy in her heart, smiled and said:

"Sister Xilin, I have joined the "Night Watcher" too!"

"Uh……"

Lucid was speechless for a while, but he quickly reacted, frowning slightly, and asked:

"Why are you...well, "Night Watcher" is always accompanied by danger, why did you join here rashly?"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Lilin's eyes, but she quickly replied to her decision again, pursing her lips, and said with a serious face:

"Because... this is my decision."

Lucid's eyebrows frowned, but facing the determined girl, she couldn't blame anything, so she sighed slightly and said with emotion:

"Oh... I hope you don't regret it in the future."

After that, he turned his head and thought to himself.

In fact, after Lilin joined the Night Watcher, the benefits to herself would outweigh the disadvantages.

This means that in the "Night Watcher" team, he has one more ally that he can rely on relatively.

But Lucid had a sense of worry spontaneously.

Judging from Elilin's temperament, it was only a matter of time before he became an extraordinary one in the Night Watcher squad.

Is this good or bad for her?

Lucid didn't know.

On the extraordinary road, it is not a smooth road to the sky.

Monaghan is also true, why did Lilin rush to join the "Night Watcher"?

I think back then, I spent a lot of effort, and only then joined the "night watcher".

Thinking of this, she was a little depressed, and she always felt as if she had suffered a loss.

This kind of emotion accompanied her through the whole morning, and finally broke out during the noon lunch break.

Lucid walked into the "Team Leader's Room" and asked Monaghan who was eating a lot:

"Why did Lilin suddenly join "Black Thorns"?"

"..."

As if the pause button had been pressed, Monaghan's movements stopped abruptly, put down the rye bread in his hand, tilted his head and replied:

"This is what Lord Deville meant."

"why?"

Frowning, Lucid was a little puzzled, and continued to ask:

"If I remember correctly, "Night Watcher" is not under the jurisdiction of the mayor!"

"..."

Monaghan paused abruptly, then smiled bitterly:

"No... you don't understand."

"Ugh……"

He sighed and said solemnly:

"Kutis's relatives will receive more pensions...in the future, in the future...the relatives of those colleagues will also do the same."

Lifting his head, he looked at "Xilin"'s eyes with a bitter expression, and said with a trembling voice:

"How can I refuse this?"

"..."

Lucid became silent.

After a long time, I thought about it and said:

"I will establish a foundation... with 50% of the annual income of the "Fortune-telling Club" plus the existing 1,000 pounds to protect these... colleagues."

"..."

Now it was Monaghan's turn to be speechless.

After a while, he stood up from the chair, bent over and bowed to "Xilin", and said with emotion:

"Thank you, Shirin..."

Due to the excessive movement, he knocked the rye bread off the table and fell on the wooden floor of the regiment's room.

"Uh……"

Looking at the rough rye bread on the ground, Lucid couldn't help feeling a little sad, pursed his lips, and forced a smile:

"Captain, I will invite you to dinner at noon tomorrow..."

After blinking, she felt that this seemed a bit ambiguous again, so she added:

"I... also, let's invite the whole team to dinner together..."

After that, he turned around blushing and walked outside the head of the group.

When I first walked to the door, I heard Monaghan's voice again:

"and many more……!"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Lucid turned around and asked:

"What's wrong?"

But seeing Monaghan blushing too, he asked a little embarrassedly:

"Is there any kind of red, fragrant, whole pot...er... stew?"

"What?"

Lucid couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

What does this guy want to express?

Seeing "Shilin" with a dumbfounded look~lightnovelpub.net~ Monaghan couldn't help but continue to describe:

"It's the kind of...very exciting, fragrant, red boiling thick soup, and then put all kinds of meat into the pot..."

After blinking, Lucid seemed to understand something.

Feelings are greedy for their own hot pot!

This is really...

But thinking of the scene of a group of night watchers playing hot pot in the "black thorns" at noon, she felt a little psychedelic.

Maybe... this will become a repertoire for night watchers in the future.

The thought of Kemiao looking at the steaming hot pot with shocked face in the future, Lucid vaguely felt a kind of mischievous pleasure.

It's so awesome!

The corners of the mouth can't help but turn up slightly, this hot pot...