There were no lights in the conference room, but there was an extremely eerie white light that illuminated everyone present as white as an infernal corpse.

Martin sat uneasily on the chair, his buttocks were shaking and his thighs were twisting back and forth.

With a bang, a magic pistol was thrown on the table by the warlock next to him, making Martin tremble in fright.

"I...I'm a little unclear, you...why you came to me." He asked weakly.

The woman in front of him is his current boss, the local cardinal-general on duty in the Dream Department, and a senior warlock of the middle level of the Three Magic Patterns, Payman Uriwood.

"Where did this pistol come from?" she said coldly, "If it is a normal problem, there is no need for me to take action. I don't know you, but this pistol can be regarded as a third-level magic weapon. Are you?

Why did you bring it with you?"

"Isn't this the standard pistol issued to our captains by the Logistics Department?" Martin scratched his head and awkwardly scratched the corner of the table in front of him.

"Someone has tampered with the magic pattern on it. At first glance, it looks like a standard pistol, but in fact it has slightly exceeded the upper limit of the pistol, and it has perfectly absorbed the load capacity of seven bullets." Peyman.

He said coldly, "Martin!"

"yes!"

"Recite the fourth article of the Dreamer's Program!"

"Dreamers have no right to modify any magical weapons issued by the Logistics Department...well..."

"This is obviously a modified magic pistol. You can't deny it even if you deny it." A strange smile appeared on Peyman's face, "So... you will be punished."

"Yes..." Martin sighed. The scenery last night was beautiful, but it almost caused a disaster.

"However, before talking about the punishment, you need to tell me how you modified the gun and give me the name of the person who modified it." Payman paused and continued, "This will affect the severity of the punishment, of course.

, you can also choose not to say it, and you should know the result very well."

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I said!" Martin quickly grasped the life-saving straw and told everything about last night.

To be honest, he seemed to have misjudged the strength of Mr. Sheldon from the beginning.

He thought that the magic bullet in this pistol should be similar to the previous one, but it was just more lethal to rune creatures.

Sheldon actually said that he should try not to hit the building with magic bullets, as he would have to pay for the damage...

At first, when he saw the reinforcements he called fighting fiercely with the nightmare, he felt that the chance of victory was slim, so he fired with the attitude of giving it a try.

The effect is hard to describe.

Because his first bullet penetrated all the nightmares in front of him, and it could also turn!

One can imagine how wide his colleagues' eyes were when they saw this scene.

In the dark night sky, the gentle golden light emitted from the magic bullet wantonly, soothing everyone's heart.

This once again made Martin re-evaluate Sheldon's strength.

But it seems it's too late.

This is not the main reason for this result. Even if his colleagues' eyes are wide open and their jaws are about to dislocate, he will not fall into this situation.

But he happened to ignore Sheldon's advice when he fired, and the magic bullet finally hit the stone wall of No. 25 Lilac Street.

Then... there is no more.

It is said that the head of the household on the 25th is now clamoring for insurance premiums from the insurance company, because he bought insurance for his house, and now that there is a hole in the house, of course he must take this opportunity to make some money.

After destroying all the visible nightmares on the street, this magic bullet lost its direction.

Bang!

The head of the household on the 25th was so unlucky that he suddenly woke up from his sleep and found a group of people outside looking into a large hole that had appeared inexplicably in his house.

At the time, it was extremely embarrassing.

They must explain to the owner that this was just a construction error, and they will repair the wall as soon as possible and send a sincere apology.

However, the people living in No. 25 were too greedy for money and did not continue to investigate why the construction was going on in the middle of the night.

At that time, Martin's face turned the color of pig's liver, and he was probably scolded when he returned home.

No, even his immediate boss came to talk to him.

After truthfully reporting what happened last night, Peiman just pinched his chin and nodded.

He walked around in this small conference room.

"You said he is the new resident who just moved in yesterday?"

"That's right, he is also a three-magic warlock. He quit his job and came here because he had a child."

"His name is Sheldon Marquez? I seem to have heard of this name..." Peyman glanced at Martin with interest.

"He also seems to be an expert in dealing with nightmares, and he can also engrave the magic pattern on the pistol in a few seconds..."

"He is very powerful. I remember when I asked him for help, he wiped out three fourth-level nightmares on the street with a wave of his magic wand."

"He also knows about Mengsi..." Peiman's eyes suddenly shone with excitement.

"Is he unemployed now?"

"Should...should be..." Martin shrank his head, not daring to take a deep breath.

"Then if you get him here, I will waive your fine and even give you some extra rewards."

"You know, there are not many three magic pattern warlocks now, and the number of warlocks in the future will be even less... Even if you become an honorary consultant, it will be fine..."

"What?" Martin couldn't believe his ears and eyes.

"Do you want to do it or not?"

"I'm going, I'm going!" Martin was timid.

"Repeat what I asked you to do."

"Go to Mr. Sheldon and persuade him to join the Dream Division."

"No!" Peiman said righteously, "Let him visit the Dream Store!"

...

It’s not an exaggeration to say that he was disgraced and dejected. Martin thought he could use this pistol to make a splash, but he didn’t expect that this would happen...

That is to say, he accidentally lost it while playing, and Sheldon can't be blamed. After all, he was dissuaded from going out to exterminate nightmares. He still wanted to go, and they even helped him charge the pistol. If you say this to him again, Martin

I even thought that I was a bitch...

He randomly picked a door and walked in. After all, he didn't know where this damn door would take him, so he just walked away casually.

The door of Mengshi is open at will, that is to say, the door opens and closes from time to time. During the evening rush hour after work, it is even difficult to find the door to go out...

Mengmeng also specially sent a team of experts to solve this problem - at best, it is just a matter of installing a few more doors.

However, there is a limit to casualness. At least Martin, who is familiar enough with the Vatican, knows his way around.

He stepped into the small bronze-lined door in front of him and straightened his clothes a little to avoid being too decadent.

"Alas...what kind of world is this..." Martin sighed and muttered in a low voice.

However, this newly moved gentleman is indeed very accomplished in magic. He can actually modify the magic patterns on standard weapons at will...

Maybe it would be good to let him be an honorary consultant.

He is a good man and quite kind.

The sun was so bright that Martin couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.

Very warm.

He shook his body and prepared to call a carriage to return to the nightmarish Lilac Street last night to find Mr. Sheldon Marquez who lived at No. 27.

By the way, doesn’t he have a child? If he goes to work in the Dream Division, what will happen to his child? Do you still need him to help take care of the child...

Martin couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his own thoughts.

He walked on the spacious streets with a relaxed and optimistic attitude again, his mood improved, and he saw a sense of relief before his eyes again.

"Oh! My God! I beg you to come to us! A monthly salary of nine gold and twenty silver, no, no, no, ten gold coins will do!"

"Screw it! Our work here is easier than theirs. We will give you twelve gold coins! Come to us!"

"Huh?" Martin picked at his ears with his little finger, wondering if he was hearing something.

His salary is only two gold and eleven silver coins per month. Why is it only twelve gold coins?

People always keep an eye on things, and there seemed to be a small group of people in front of them excitedly crowding together, pushing the people next to them out from time to time.

Judging by their clothes and the cheap sapphire lapel pins on their chests, they should be typical interviewers.

"I'll go..." Martin almost fainted, "Who is so popular in such a big battle?"

He looked at the building sign nearest to them. It should be a recruitment building.

Normally, recruitment here shouldn't be like this. A monthly salary of one or two gold coins is not enough at most. This is the result of his personal practice.

"Leiden Centralized Recruitment Office!" He almost yelled, "What the hell is this world like!"

It's a very, very ordinary recruitment building, and all the positions in it are ordinary.

For Martin, this is an extremely fair assessment.

What kind of freak would come here to apply for a job and be surrounded by interviewers!

You know, job requirements are all different...

In other words, we have reached the point where we have to capture people at all costs...

Martin took three steps and two steps at a time, then quietly touched it quickly.
Chapter completed!