After climbing the stairs and returning to the reception hall, Kline was just about to say goodbye to Rosan when the brown-haired girl spoke brightly, "The captain has asked you to come back on Monday to handle some personal matters first." "...Alright," Kline was surprised by how humanistic the management of the Night Watch team was, and felt a genuine sense of appreciation. He had originally planned to get up early tomorrow, taking advantage of the morning hours spent 'loafing' outside the office, to visit the University of Tingen, speak with the faculty member who had welcomed him during the interview, and inform them that he would not be continuing with the process. After all, the original occupant had entered the interview thanks to a recommendation letter from a supervisor, and it was only proper—both as a matter of courtesy and respect—to make a final note, even if it wasn't for his own sake. Given that there were no phone calls, telegram charges were per letter, and mailing a letter would have been too late, taking the public tram was clearly the most economical and practical option. Now that the captain has granted special permission, Klein doesn’t need to be so exhausted anymore—he can sleep well, wake up refreshed, and move through the day with ease. As Klein prepares to remove his hat to bid farewell, he suddenly remembers something, glances around, and speaks softly: “Rosalind, do you know what the starting point of the complete sequence held by the Church is?” This was the question he had forgotten to ask Old Neil earlier. Rosalind’s eyes widen in surprise as she looks at Klein: “Do you want to become a非凡者?” Did I come across that clearly? Klein touches his lips, slightly embarrassed to reply: “After realizing that there truly exist extraordinary, mysterious forces in the world, it’s hard not to be drawn to them.” “My goddess, how dangerous that must be! Didn’t the captain tell you? The enemies of the extraordinary aren’t just heretics or dark wizards—they’re also themselves! Nearly every year, people lose control or make the ultimate sacrifice. Don’t you think about how this will affect your family?” "Rosanne, I'm being a bit more forceful than I intended," she gestured emphatically, "I believe that sticking to a clerical position would be a better choice—almost risk-free, with a steady salary increase each year. After a few years, once you've saved enough, you could rent a standalone house in the northern district or near the city outskirts, marry a charming woman, and build a happy family—complete with adorable, lively little children..." "I understand, I understand," Kline quickly agreed. Rosan blinked her eyes with浅 brown pupils, adding, "My father once said that you shouldn't think that becoming stronger, advancing to a higher rank of extraordinary beings, would solve hidden problems or overcome dangers—on the contrary, you'll face increasingly terrifying events. When encountering certain unknown, horrifying entities, madness and death are the only two outcomes. Indeed, he passed away just two weeks after saying that... Kline, don't look at me with pity. I'm doing very well now, truly very well! You should be the one feeling afraid about all this!" "I just want to know the basic facts," Kline repeated, unsure whether to cry or laugh. The captain explains it more clearly and thoroughly, and even if I never become an extraordinary being, I've already encountered things beyond belief. "Alright." Rosan thought for a moment, "I've heard both the captain and Old Neil mention that, due to the decline and extinction of extraordinary species, there are now almost no high-tier strongholds in this era. To become an extraordinary being is truly impressive—very impressive indeed! In our city of Tinggen and its surrounding suburbs, with perhaps over half a million people, there are only about thirty extraordinary beings—maybe even more, I'm guessing. Well, I haven't counted the dark cultists and black wizards living in the shadows..." Before Kline could speak, she suddenly seemed energized, clasping her hands together: "And among these thirty or so extraordinary beings, most are at Sequence 9! Hmm, I seem to have strayed a bit..." "That's quite all right—these are exactly the kinds of facts I'd like to know." Kline simply hoped Rosan would speak as she usually did, meandering and revealing more details. "In any case, becoming an extraordinary being is already an impressive achievement—truly impressive!" "Rosan repeated, 'The complete sequence of our church begins with 'The Unsleeping.' Sequence Nine: 'The Unsleeping!''" Indeed... Kline gave a barely perceptible nod, listening as Rosan continued to describe, her words flowing effortlessly from her lips: "You should be able to guess just from the name—'The Unsleeping' are those who don't need to sleep at night, and only require three to four hours of rest during the day. Oh, I'm truly envious, aren't I? No, I'm not at all. Sleep is a gift from the goddess—it's the most blessed thing of all!" "Where did I leave off? Ah, yes. 'The Unsleeping' can see through darkness even without light. The deeper the night, the stronger they become—in every way: in strength, in inspiration, in thought. However, while they can detect hidden dangers concealed within the dark, when faced with monsters that cannot be resolved by ordinary means, they still rely on items such as magic bullets. My father was once one of 'The Unsleeping.'" "Before克莱恩 could ask further,罗珊 spoke on her own: "Next is Sequence 8's 'Midnight Poet,' then Sequence 7's 'Nightmare.'" Nightmare?克莱恩 immediately recalled邓恩.史密斯 guiding him through dreams, and asked confirmingly: "Captain?" "Did you know?"罗珊's mouth nearly formed an O. "Captain once entered my dreams..."克莱恩 glanced to either side and lowered his voice again. "I see..."罗珊 suddenly understood, responding softly. She picked up the coffee cup beside her, took a sip, then added with a touch of admiration: "There are only two Sequence 7 members in our Tinggen city. So, Captain must be one of them. Even when he goes to a major diocese like Beckland, he's truly outstanding—some priests wouldn't even compare." "Indeed, Captain is quite remarkable,"克莱恩 smiled in agreement. To be honest, Dunning Smith's appearance last night at midnight left a very strong impression on me—I almost instinctively believed he was a truly exceptional one. "Of course!" Rosan proudly straightened her back. Then, with a troubled expression, she said, "I'm not entirely sure what comes after Sequence 7—perhaps only the captain truly knows that." "What about the others who began with incomplete sequences?" Kline happily shifted the topic. Undoubtedly, Rosan's description of the "night-watchers" did align with some of his expectations and imaginings of exceptional beings. Yet, they fell short of what he envisioned as the ideal Sequence 9—someone who could learn and master a vast array of mysterious knowledge, laying the foundation for understanding the reason behind their journey across dimensions and for eventually returning home. Rosalie thought for a moment, then sighed. "I'm not particularly interested in this area, though I do know that there are more of these churches than others—after all, the goddess is also the Hidden Mother, isn't she? Well, there should be two or three. Some of the members are always cold and intimidating, with a strange scent about them. Others—well, I mean, take Old Neil—he knows a lot, and he's quite skilled in several interesting magical rituals. Let me think... I recall he once mentioned his Sequence 9 title, the name of his potion formula... Ah yes, the 'Seer of Secrets!' Several interesting rituals? The Seer of Secrets? That sounds very much like what I'm looking for." Her heart warmed slightly. "By the way, I also know the name of a Sequence 7—one that's incomplete!" Rosalie, having recalled several things during her earlier thoughts, spoke with a touch of pride. "What is it?" Caine was deeply curious. Yet, given the scarcity—perhaps even the absence—of strong Sequence 7 members, can't Sequence 7 already be considered a solid pillar of the Church? Rosan smiled sweetly, with a touch of pride in her voice. "An empath!" "Madam Daili?" Kline asked instinctively. After the initial surprise, he found it rather unsurprising—only a Sequence 7-level adept could achieve Madam Daili's level of empathic ability! Rosan's eyes widened again, her voice filled with disbelief. "How did you—how did you know this?" "I've met Madam Daili," Kline said without reservation. "Well," Rosan replied with admiration, "if I could become an empath like Madam Daili, then I'd gladly become a remarkable one—no, I'd seriously consider it, even for a full ten minutes..." "Indeed, Madam Daili has fulfilled every image I've ever imagined of a remarkable one," Kline added, with a touch of exaggeration. Having achieved his intended purpose, he chatted with Luo Shan for a few more minutes before noticing no further information, and then removed his hat, bowed formally, and departed. Descending the stairs, Kline walked a few steps before suddenly stopping, reaching again into the inner pocket of his coat to feel for the bills. Then he took out the twelve-pound gold note, tightly clutched it in the palm of his left hand, and tucked his hand into his trousers pocket, refusing to let go or draw it out, a gentle smile gradually forming on his face. By custom among the people who love to eat, after receiving money, one must go out and treat oneself to a meal! Tonight, he would treat his sister to a good dinner.