Chapter 369 "Navy Captain"

Klein had a tense expression. Although he was very satisfied with Sharon's performance in this operation and was sure that she had no ill intentions... he was indeed not familiar with her! Teammate? Cooperate to assassinate or be a mercenary?
He sneered:

"Yes, really. This combination is indeed powerful, but I prefer to find a 'Wrathful Soul' puppet. In that case, wouldn't it be possible to take into account both abilities? Well, although this idea is not very realistic..."

Old Bruce slapped his head and said:

"What a genius idea, I almost forgot...

"You still remember the identity of Sharon's temperance faction, right? Why did they buy the sun charm before? Wasn't it to deal with the 'indulgence faction' who were on the same path?

"There is definitely no shortage of 'ghosts' among the indulgent faction...

"Plus we promised before that as long as they join the 'Murderer Festival', we will help them deal with the pursuers of the Indulgence Faction...

"It's time to act, Klein. This glorious and arduous mission is now entrusted to you. Once Sharon's protection mission is complete... go talk to her."

"Ah? Me again? Uh..."

Klein was confused. There was no problem with cooperation, but Fors strictly prohibited him from looking at or talking to beautiful women...

If she saw this, wouldn't she kick me out of the house again?! The relationship between the two of them had just made some progress!

But when he saw the old man on the bed... he couldn't say "Why don't you do it?", and the "Fishman Festival" was not strong enough at this stage, with only a few people... Hmm? Aren't there two more people? ! They joined the organization in exchange for protection!
He said quickly:
"You're right, we should do something!
"But I think there are better candidates for this mission... Leonard and Peiman. If they accept the help of the Temperance Faction without paying, it will give people the feeling that it comes too easily. As a result, the two of them have no sense of belonging to the organization.

"I think we should ask them to give us equal help in return... and I will be there secretly to guard against any accidents. If there is a chance, I will capture a secret puppet of the 'Ghost'..."

Old Bruce was surprised:
"It's a bit far-fetched... but it's okay. However, I still hope that you can participate in the battle, which should help you accumulate extraordinary combat experience." He picked up a silver pocket watch from the table beside him, clicked it, checked the time, and stood up and said:

"It's getting late. I'll leave that matter to you. I'll take you back to the Nighthawks so you don't have to rush to the subway."

After saying that, he put on his slippers, drew a starlight gate on the side, then stepped aside and said:
"Go in. This leads to the William Hotel near St. Samuel Church. It's the room I stayed in before. If there's nothing urgent, it's better not to teleport directly into the church..."

Klein looked at Old Blue's actions with envy. "Teleportation", what a convenient ability! But there is basically no such method on the market...

"Okay, you must take care of yourself. I will bring you some nutritious meals after get off work and come visit you again then."

Seeing that Klein was about to step into the portal, Old Blue hurriedly said:
"Add more chili! Oh, and no porridge or bread, but more meat! No lean meat, but more fat meat!"

Klein stumbled into the spirit world and disappeared into the ward.

……

Near noon, Old Bruce went through round after round of expert consultations. The experts shook their heads when they saw the puncture wound and almost told the family to be notified in person. At the same time, they were full of doubts about the fact that the old man was still alive. In the end, they all declined treatment on the grounds of their own lack of ability.

Old Bruce ate and drank as he pleased, and asked no one to disturb him as he began to enjoy his life in the luxurious single ward.

While he was still imagining what to eat for lunch, the ward was pushed open with great force and a loud noise was heard. Roy, with a sullen face, led Fors and Xio, the latter of whom came to the bed with flowers and gifts in his hands. Old Blue waved and said, "Hey, are you slacking off at work? That's great, it's so easy to get your salary..."

"Can it be simpler than you? I can eat and drink well while lying in the hospital bed and still get paid," Roy moved a chair and sat beside him, picked up the fruit from the fruit basket and started eating, saying:

"You are such a trouble maker, old man. You can even walk away from the trouble and leave the mess to me... Who taught you to do this? Was there anyone who cleaned up your mess before? That person must have died of exhaustion, right?"

Old Blue grabbed the fruit basket and ate the oranges himself, muttering:
"Just tell me whether this matter was successful or not. Was the matter resolved perfectly? In fact, even if there was no 'Aurora Society', I could still throw dirty water on Ambassador Dung Beetle... Alas, his death would have a negative effect...

"Fors, there's no need to write a press release. The novel promoting 'Storm' should be almost finished, right?"

"..." Fors almost dropped the vase on the ground and broke it. Fortunately, Xio, who was standing beside her, quickly helped her up. After she put the flowers in place, she said with a tense expression:
"Yes! That book is already being written!

"However, I have been busy lately, and I am also studying our classic 'Book of Storms'! So I need more time! I must make sure that this book conveys the precise spirit of 'Storms'! It will be the work of my 'painstaking efforts'!"

"Very good," Roy said with satisfaction.

"As expected of a famous best-selling author, Old Blue and I were right about you. Remember to sign your name and send a copy to my office as soon as it's published. I'm going to use it as a reference book to educate the Punishers."

“Yes!” Fors breathed a sigh of relief. Great, great, now that the book has been started, I can postpone it for a while…

Xio held back the urge to complain, for she knew that Fors had been putting a lot of effort into "acting" and "digesting" the potion recently... Well, it seemed that her friend's procrastination had been partially cured, well, only in the extraordinary aspect, and other things like writing... were the same as before.

Old Bruce echoed:

“And remember to sign a few copies for me so I can give them away.

"Okay, you guys didn't come to visit me for something as boring as this, did you? What happened? Let me first tell you, I'm seriously injured, and the doctors say I won't live for many days. I just want to stay here quietly and not go anywhere!"

Roy immediately scolded:

"Don't act like that in front of us, old man! Didn't I treat you last night?!

"Also, let's see what's wrong with you. Let the two ladies learn how thick your skin is!

"There is indeed one more thing." Roy breathed a sigh of relief, took the brown file bag from Hugh and threw it to Old Blue, saying happily:

"What you did, I'm talking about the original story, not the fabricated story in the newspaper, was reported to the military and the royal family. Well, they were impressed by you, and you served in the navy in your early years...

"Congratulations, Captain Blue.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. A newly promoted naval captain who has spent half his life on land and has been retired for decades."

(End of this chapter)