After eight o 'clock, in the Moretti family's dining room.
Looking at the plate with only a thin layer of soup left, Benson raised his hand to cover his mouth and burped in satisfaction.
"Even though this is the third time I've eaten it, I still find it delicious. The sweetness and sourness of the tomato and the elasticity of the oxtail combine perfectly. Klein, I'm sorry that the Blackthorn Security Company has caused Tingen to lose an outstanding chef."
Melissa leaned back in her chair and nodded in agreement.
"That's because you haven't seen real culinary skills." Klein smiled humbly. "If there's a chance in the future, let's go to the Bonaparte Restaurant on Howes Street to taste the authentic Intis feast, and the Shoreline Restaurant in the Golden Indus Borough to taste the delicacies of the South."
These were all restaurants that often appeared in the newspapers. The former spent a pound and a half per person.
"I prefer your cooking," Melissa answered without hesitation.
Baansen chuckled and said, "But I still feel that your tomato oxtail soup is lacking something.
"But I still feel that your tomato oxtail soup is lacking something. Perhaps, perhaps it shouldn't be paired with bread?"
Klein nodded in agreement.
"Its best partner should be rice."
"Rice …" Melissa murmured, her expression filled with yearning.
In Tingen, which was located in the north and wasn't considered a metropolis, it was very difficult to eat rice apart from a few designated restaurants.
To Baansen and Melissa, such food only existed in the newspapers and occasionally in textbooks.
Seeing his sister's expression, Klein laughed.
"After we save up for another half a year, we'll find a chance to go on a vacation to Desi Bay and try the delicacies there."
Desi Bay was located in the southernmost part of the Rouen Kingdom, and a third of it belonged to the Feynapotter Kingdom. It was sunny and had beautiful scenery. Paella was very famous there.
Without waiting for Melissa to express her opinion on being thrifty, Klein suggested, "In another three months, my salary will increase significantly.
"In another three months, my salary will increase by a large margin, and I will be able to meet the needs of traveling and saving money at the same time."
"Why?" As expected, Baansen and Melissa's attention was diverted.
Klein coughed lightly and explained with a smile.
"Due to my good professionalism, the police department that often works with our company is also interested in hiring me as a part-time history consultant. They will pay me an additional salary, at least two pounds a week. In the future, if you see me in a police uniform with the corresponding identification, don't be surprised."
"Of course. As you all know, the efficiency of the government is like the footsteps of a ninety-year-old woman. They still need a long process and a test for me. Therefore, I will often go to Khoy University during my two months off to look for my tutor and the faculty I know to learn more."
Under the astonished gazes of his brother and sister, he paused and spoke with a slightly strange expression.
"Just like what Rosell The Great said, one is never too old to learn."
Benson fell silent for a few seconds. He sighed and said in a self-deprecating manner,
"Is it too late for me to apply to a university now?"
"Knowledge is indeed equal to wealth."
It's also equal to power … Klein added silently.
"Baansen, you need Klein's grammar books and his classical literature textbooks." Melissa suddenly said what Klein wanted to say.
Benson's expression changed as he gritted his teeth.
He clenched his teeth and said, "Klein, give me those books tonight."
"Even if they help me sleep, I have to read them for an hour, no, an hour and a half a day."
"I swear in the name of the Goddess! If I can't do it, I'm a curly-haired baboon! "
Klein immediately smiled.
"No problem."
…
The next morning, after Klein hung his coat and hat on the coat rack in the break room, he followed Roshan's instructions and went underground to the guard room outside Chanis Gate.
Captain Dunn, Renfrye, Seeka, Royale, Leonard, and Kenley were all present.
His gray eyes swept across the newly promoted Nighthawks at the door, and Dunn smiled.
"We have a routine meeting every Thursday to summarize the previous missions and discuss the various problems we faced."
I'm also someone who has gone through the test of countless regular meetings … Klein thought to himself. He found a seat and joked,
"Should I introduce myself first?"
Dunn laughed and turned to look at Kenley.
"Brief me on the follow-up investigation of Sirius Arpis."
Kenley was also a Nighthawk who had been promoted from a civilian worker. He wasn't tall, but his brown hair was rather thick. His figure was rather well-proportioned, and his muscles were very firm. He gave off the feeling that he was smart and capable.
He thought for a moment.
"With Old Neil's help, we found Sirius's secret hideout. There were many books and items at the scene. Based on them, we can confirm that Sirius is a subordinate of the secret organization, the Aurora Order. He's a Secrets Suppliant.
"There's enough evidence to prove that he and Hanass Vincent were the ones who sold the Antigonus family's notebook to Welch. Those who don't remember Welch can ask Klein.
"The valuable items that we found included three Sequence potion formulas. They are Sequence 9 Seer, Sequence 9 Apprentice, and Sequence 8 Clown …"
"The next mission is to find the peripheral members of the Aurora Order who believe in the evil god, based on the undestroyed letters and Sirius's usual social circle. The focus is on the cultist who is hiding in the police department.
"Also, we need to re-investigate the people who came into contact with Hanass."
Dunn nodded slightly and looked at Klein.
"You heard it too. We obtained the Clown potion formula, but we can't confirm its authenticity for now. We're waiting for the Holy Cathedral to give us feedback."
"You made a major and crucial contribution to the missions related to the Aurora Order. Together with the incident of shooting a member of the Secret Order, it won't take long for you to earn enough contributions to advance. But I have to remind you that not everyone is like Daly. You have to endure your desire for three years. You can't let the Clown potion formula affect your mental state, or you might lose control."
Captain, this is because you don't understand the magic of the "acting method" … Last night, I used divination above the gray fog to confirm that the Clown potion formula is correct … Klein nodded honestly.
"I will control my emotions."
Following that, the white-haired, black-eyed Midnight Poet, Seeka Tron, said, "We still haven't found any clues about Instigator Tereese.
"We still haven't found any leads on Instigator Tereese. I suspect that he has already escaped Tingen."
…
After discussing the various matters, Klein left the duty room and looked for Old Neil to continue his mysticism lessons. In the afternoon, he went to his combat teacher, Gawain, to do basic strength, endurance, and overall coordination training.
…
The sun was still shining brightly at five o 'clock.
Klein took off his training clothes, took a quick shower, changed into his original clothes, and took a public carriage to Besik Street.
He didn't forget the red chimney he saw in his dream divination, nor did he forget the man who bought the supplementary ingredients for the Spectator potion at the underground market and was suspected to be a member of the Psychological Alchemy. However, it wasn't convenient for him to use the power of the Nighthawks to investigate.
Number 27, Henry Private Detective Agency … Yes, it's here. According to the description in the newspaper, Klein found a private detective agency that was said to be trustworthy.
He put on his mask, pulled down his top hat, and straightened his collar. He walked up the stairs and arrived at the agency on the second floor.
Knock, knock, knock! He knocked on the half-closed door.
"Please come in." A voice that sounded like it was filled with phlegm was heard.
Klein held his cane and pushed the door open. He saw that the detective agency had a semi-open layout. There were a total of four employees, each sitting on a seat separated by a partition.
"Hello, I'm Detective Henry. May I know how I can help you?" A man in a white shirt and black vest came over.
He held a pipe in his hand, and his face was chiseled. His eyebrows were like sharp swords, and his dark blue eyes were sizing up his employer professionally.
Klein used the collar of his trench coat to cover half his face and said, "I have two matters to entrust to you.
"I have two requests. How are you going to charge me?"
"It depends on the difficulty of the matter." Detective Henry retracted his gaze and pointed to the guest area with a sofa. "Let's talk there."
Klein followed him to the semi-partitioned area and sat on the single-seater sofa. He didn't take off his coat, hat, or mask.
He deliberately said in a deep and hoarse voice,
"The first matter is that I need you to help me investigate which houses in Tingen have chimneys that look like this. Also, I need you to find out who the landlord is and who the current occupant is."
As he spoke, he took out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it to reveal the red chimney and the surrounding scenery.
This was a drawing that Klein had once again used the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog and the method of self-prayer.
"This drawing is really well done …" Detective Henry subconsciously praised. He frowned slightly and said, "This commission isn't complicated, but it's very cumbersome. It requires a long period of time and a large number of helpers."
"I understand." Klein nodded slightly.
Detective Henry pondered for a moment and said, "Seven pounds.
The price of this commission is seven pounds. Also, you have to give me at least two weeks. "
"Yes, the second matter is to help me find this gentleman and figure out his identity. The only information I know is that he occasionally appears at the Evil Dragon Bar in the dock area. Also, don't let him notice you. He's a very sharp and observant person." Klein took out a second drawing.
He attempted to get in touch with members of Psychological Alchemy to see if he could obtain valuable information and materials, such as formulas that could be exchanged with Justice.
"Three pounds. Similar missions cost three to four pounds, and your outstanding drawing skills can effectively help me and my assistant save time," Detective Henry answered skillfully.
"That's a total of ten pounds?" Klein felt his teeth ache at the price.
Detective Henry took a puff from his pipe and said, "Yes.
You need to pay two pounds in advance, pay another three to five pounds when the matter progresses, and pay me the rest after it's all done. "
"Then I'll confirm the progress next week." Klein didn't bargain, lest the observant detective remembered his traits.
After signing the standard contract, he took out two one-pound notes and handed them to the detective. He only had one pound and seventeen soli left in his stash.
Detective Henry watched as the gentleman, who was wearing a gauze mask and a black trench coat with his collar turned up, quickly left. He smoked his pipe, his eyes filled with doubt.
Why is he looking for a house with a chimney like that?
… He should be an artist, or at least a professional who has learned how to sketch …
…
In the afternoon, in Viscount Glaint's luxurious villa in Baekeland.
Audrey, who had a maid with her, followed etiquette and handed her hand to her master. She looked at him and pretended to kiss him.
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