Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 24: Aurora Club, these crazy people

Roger tried writing down a few more sets of simple, recognizable words to test Bandit, and the tabby cat made the correct choices without a single mistake.

"sharp."

Roger was overjoyed and gave Bandit a thumbs-up with a smile. Bandit licked his paw awkwardly, as if trying to hide his pride.

"I wonder what happened to Miss Justice's Susie?"

This scene made him think of the big golden dog and its nickname "Dream Dog".

"Well, if Klein ascends to the Old Ones with 'The Fool', this guy might have a chance to become a 'Star Cat'."

Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Bandit has now regained consciousness, and his mind has become smarter after digesting the potion. He is no longer as reckless as before, so Roger can finally go to sleep peacefully.

Having just been promoted to Sequence 8 the day before, and having not rested all night out of worry about Bandit, Roger was extremely tired.

He returned to his bedroom, hid the "Scholar's Ring" in a secluded place, then covered himself with the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

During this sleep, Roger had many fragmented dreams, which made him upset.

Finally, he saw a twisted and blurry figure standing in the deepest part of the temple shrouded in gray fog. Its deep eyes were crimson, as if staring at him.

The moment Roger saw that figure, his heart inexplicably relaxed, everything returned to peace, and the dream came to an abrupt end...

When he woke up again, it was already early morning of the next day.

At this moment, outside the living room, there was a knock on the door, and Roger could vaguely hear someone calling "Mr. Bangwei's" name.

He sat up with a start, and after making sure that he was not dreaming, he quickly put on his clothes, pulled up his pants, and tidied his hair before going to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a short middle-aged man wearing narrow-framed glasses, a neat suit, and his hair neatly combed back. He was holding a briefcase and looking at Roger with concern.

Seeing Roger's somewhat disheveled appearance, he coughed lightly and said:

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

"It's okay. May I ask who you are?" Roger asked in confusion.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

The middle-aged man opposite took out a business card and handed it to Roger.

"I'm Leo François from Huntington Law Firm. I've been entrusted by Mr. Willis to have some documents for you to sign."

Roger finally reacted after hearing this.

Mr. Willis had mentioned this matter to him before, saying that a lawyer would soon ask him to sign the process documents for the establishment of the "Tingen City Stray Animal Protection Foundation."

"Please come in and talk."

He invited lawyer François into the living room, and the latter went straight in without any hesitation.

But after looking around and taking in Roger's simple living environment, he was stunned.

"You are truly a philanthropist with noble sentiments."

Lawyer François couldn't help but admire.

He had seen many successful people, including Mr. Willis, living in luxurious manors or single-family villas.

But this was the first time he had seen someone as simple as Roger, living in an improved townhouse with almost no interior decoration.

What philanthropist... I also want to live in a big house, but I don’t have the conditions!
Roger curled his lips and forced a "noble" smile: "You are too kind. Where are the documents?"

François sat at the table and took out a pile of agreements and documents from his briefcase.

Roger reviewed the documents one by one. They included not only the appointment letter for the executive director, a list of partner organizations, a funding plan, personnel arrangements, but also a lease for an office in the West District. These were all suggestions Roger had made based on the animal rescue association systems he had seen in his previous life, and they were highly feasible.

"The annual rent is 50 pounds...you're really rich."

Roger felt a little emotional.

Mr. Willis, who previously had little knowledge of animal rescue, thought about renting an office in the prosperous Jinwutong District, but Roger considered that there were really no stray animals to rescue there.

Finally, after negotiations between the two parties, they reached an agreement on setting up an office in the West District.

If we had really followed Mr. Willis's advice and rented an office in the Golden Indus District, the annual rent would have been at least 70 pounds. We would have used that money to buy more vaccines and food and do something practical.

"I have no problem. Your professionalism is worthy of recognition."

Roger quickly signed all the agreements and finally sent lawyer François to the door.

The two sides shook hands, and Roger watched the other party leave before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Take a shower. We're running out of food at home. We need to go buy some later."

Just as Roger was about to enter the bathroom, he suddenly heard the door knock again.

"I'm dizzy, is this ever going to end?"

He frowned and opened the door again.

But strangely, there was no one outside this time.

Just as Roger was wondering, he suddenly felt a furry sensation under his trouser legs.

He looked down and saw Bandit about to lie down on a white square envelope.

"Cats are good, cats can read, but cats can't stop hugging their nests."

He complained, picked up the envelope, looked around again, went into the house and closed the door.

Roger opened the envelope and saw an address on Red Moon Street and a time of 10:30 p.m.

There was a pitch-black inverted cross emblem below. He had seen it on the black secret book he had obtained at the previous Beyonder gathering. It was one of the symbols commonly used by the Aurora Society.

“Red Moon Street sounds familiar… Tonight, does that mean we’re going to carry out a mission tonight?
"Really? Can you please stop letting me stay up late?"

As Roger was silently complaining, he suddenly saw the letter paper and envelope in his hand simultaneously emit a cold, dark red flame.

The flames seemed harmless to the human body, but they burned the paper in an instant, leaving no trace of ash.

"What kind of secrecy is this? Is it a magical item?"

Roger curled his lips. He didn't bother to take a shower for the time being. Instead, he ran straight back to the bedroom and took out the map of Tingen City that he had prepared earlier.

Following the address in his mind, he quickly slid his index finger across the map and soon pointed to "Red Moon Street".

At this moment, he finally understood why the street name sounded familiar to him.

Because the Church of Saint Selina, which belongs to the Church of the Goddess of Night, is located on this street!

The worst thing is that St. Selina's Church is not far from the address given by the Aurora Society.

Roger slid his finger a little further along the line between the two and pointed at the Blackthorn Security Company.

He narrowed his eyes, and a somewhat crazy guess came to his mind.

"Fuck, these lunatics from the Aurora Society, are they going to drag me into storming Chanis Gate?"

(End of this chapter)