My Secret Cult Life with Points Added

Chapter 32 Sleep Aid Club

A revolver… Lucius raised an eyelid, surprised, and asked, “Captain, can such a common weapon deal with a Sequencer?”

"If you can hit his head or heart, those vital spots," Felix replied confidently, then laughed.

"Lucius, you may have misunderstood something. Lower-ranking individuals still have the same weaknesses as ordinary people. In the past, when we had direct conflicts with the Cultists, our conventional weapon was still the revolver."

Lucius thought about it and realized that ordinary people could indeed be a significant threat to Sequencers when they had sufficient firepower, provided that they could still hit the target under the influence of the Sequencer's abilities.

Thinking of this, he said helplessly, "I'm a history student, and I've never even touched a gun, let alone shot one."

"That's easy," Felix replied without hesitation.

"Starting next Tuesday, you'll be going to the police station for your morning shift with Charles and the others."

The Hull City Police Department has an indoor shooting range on the second basement floor, which is used for shooting training. The range manager is a retired sergeant major.

I'll let him know in advance so you can use it. The revolver and ammunition are issued by the bureau; it's a normal application process from the equipment depot.

"I understand," Lucius nodded in agreement without objection.

At 4:40 p.m., Lucius got off the steam tram, first glanced at Moran Bookstore, and seeing that the door was closed, turned around and went into the vegetable and meat market.

Last night at dinner, Miss Moran told him that she would be going to Eloron in the next few days to attend a food tasting event, and now it seems that she may have already arrived in Eloron.

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On a weekend morning, Lucius was once again awakened by the sound of ship horns at the dock. He sat up and complained:

"No wonder Daisy said she would suffer from neurasthenia sooner or later."

As the third largest port and an important industrial and trade center in the Kingdom of Horn, Hull City sees countless ocean-going freighters entering and leaving every day.

The low-frequency whistles they emit have long been a daily background noise for the citizens of Hull. What's worse, the sea breeze and water vapor amplify the sound.

He reluctantly rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed his face. Today was Oliver's day off, and he didn't have to go to school or work overtime with Daisy.

Since he transmigrated here, this is the first real day off he has had without any mandatory arrangements.

"Should I go for a walk around here?" Lucius thought to himself, the botanical garden from yesterday had left a deep impression on him.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of the world was still limited to the area connected by four lines: the apartment, the school, the detective agency, and Moran Bookstore.

"However, we can't go too far," Lucius put the new Night's Watch badge into his inner pocket, went downstairs and onto Bank Street, and found a crowded place to walk.

"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! A fire and explosion occurred at a textile factory in the Southern District. Faced with accusations from the victims' families, the boss claims it was an act of revenge by the workers..."

"Come on, come on, come on! These are freshly arrived green apples from the South Continent, picked just before they left Cape Town. If they're not sweet, you don't have to pay!"

"Hey handsome, would you like to try some of my fresh clams?"

Vendors selling fruit and seafood loudly hawked their wares, and Lucius quickly pushed away the heavily made-up woman draped over him, inwardly grumbling:

"You look at least 40, and you still claim your clams are fresh? Have you no professional ethics?!"

He squeezed past the woman, weaved through the crowds, and finally escaped the most crowded section of the market.

As Lucius walked along, his gaze suddenly fell upon the sign across the street:

Sleep aid club.

Sleep aid clubs… Lucius murmured the name. The sound of ship horns in the harbor had caused many citizens to suffer from sleep anxiety, and such clubs quickly sprang up in various parts of Hull.

He suddenly realized that he had the ability to enter dreams, so wasn't he born to do this job?

It can increase your mastery of secret techniques, save you occult points, and also earn you extra income. After doing it multiple times, you can buy several more secret techniques from Miss Moran.

Lucius's eyes lit up as he entered the club's lobby.

The light inside the hall was much dimmer than the sunlight outside, and the air was filled with a faint scent of lavender. The sounds of the market on Bank Street outside were completely shut out here.

The lady at the counter glanced at Lucius as he entered, then gave him a professional smile.

"Sir, do you need sleep aid services? Our club has the best sleep aid services on Bank Street."

"Oh? What services do you offer?" Lucius's interest was piqued. He walked closer to the counter and glanced at the nameplate on the receptionist's chest, which read "Fiona".

Seeing this, Fiona picked up a service menu from the table and introduced it with a smile:

Our club has three floors.

The first floor is a sleep pod.

This is an interior space with a full wall partition, without a sleep therapist. It is constructed using soundproof wood and multiple layers of filling to completely isolate it from all outside noise.

The cabin is equipped with only a mattress, a blanket, and a wicker basket for storing personal belongings.

With numerous rooms and the cheapest price—only 2 pence per 8 hours—it's perfect for those who just need an absolutely quiet environment to catch up on sleep.

The second floor is a soundproof room.

The room is larger than the sleep pod, with a separate washroom and writing desk, and is staffed with a junior sleep therapist.

They can help customers enter a deep sleep state in a short time through some professional methods, such as breathing guidance, muscle relaxation exercises, and the selection of essential oils.

This is my most recommended service. It only costs 5 pence every 8 hours. Most long-term clients choose this level. The intervention of a junior sleep therapist can significantly improve sleep quality.

The third floor is the Dream Zone.

Appointments need to be made at least one day in advance. Customers can tell us their desired dream theme before entering the dream state, and then a senior sleep aid therapist will customize the dream according to their requirements.

Of course, the price is relatively high, around 1 gold pound or more per session, depending on the complexity of the dream.

That sounds great, Lucius imagined easily obtaining the gold pound, and then asked:

"What if I don't want to spend money, but instead join the club?"

Fiona showed no sign of impatience and maintained her polite smile.

She put the service slip back in the drawer, then placed a thicker membership rules booklet on the counter, turning to the page with the membership terms:

"To join our club, you need an introduction from at least two junior sleep therapists or a personal recommendation from a senior sleep therapist."

At the same time, a respectable identity is essential, such as a college graduate, lawyer, doctor, licensed accountant, or professional with equivalent credibility.

Only after the identity verification is passed can the application enter the public announcement period, during which all current sleep aid therapists will vote within the specified time.

After the vote passes, pay a membership fee of 1 gold pound to become one of our junior sleep aid therapists.

Lucius looked troubled after hearing this, realizing he didn't meet the first condition.

He didn't know any junior sleep aids, let alone senior sleep aids.

Wait, maybe we can ask Oliver?

The expertise of the seasoned sleep aid therapist reminded Lucius of the Radiant Ones; Oliver might know someone in that field.

"Sir, do you need sleep aids or would you like to join us?" Fiona's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lucius collected his thoughts and gave an apologetic smile: "I think I haven't thought it through yet. I'm really sorry to have taken up your time."

Fiona remained expressionless, closed the rulebook and put it under the counter, and said politely, "Then please go ahead. If you need anything, you are welcome to come again anytime."

Lucius nodded, quickly walked out of the sleep aid club, and continued walking towards Bank Street.