Furthermore, I even paid an additional contribution for the Clown formula … This is all a sin I committed in order to split the credit … Forget it, I won't be able to find a chance to say that I actually have the Clown potion formula … Klein took a deep breath and tried his best to squeeze out a smile.
"I hope the examination goes smoothly."
He agreed wholeheartedly with Dunn's decision to let him continue guarding Chanis Gate. Not only did he lack the expertise in surveillance, investigation, and other aspects, but he was also not up to standard in a head-on battle.
When it came to marksmanship, he was considered pretty good compared to ordinary policemen. However, his team members were all Beyonders with enhanced physiques. Even if they weren't sharpshooters, they weren't too far off.
As for close combat, Klein was only at the beginner level.
To put it simply, even with the Slumber Charm, Sleeping Charm, and Dream Charm, he was still a support-type Beyonder. It was easy for him to deal with ordinary people, but it would be quite dangerous if he encountered someone of the same kind who was good at combat.
When I advance to Sequence 8 and become a Clown who is good at combat techniques and knows a few spells, I'll be able to complete ordinary Beyonder missions alone … Hmm, if I can also steal the powers of Sealed Artifact 3-0782 and create the Flaring Sun Charm, that would be even more perfect. It wouldn't be impossible for me to defeat someone stronger than me … Klein was filled with anticipation as he slowly walked back to the Blackthorn Security Company.
When he ended his shift and left Chanis Gate the next morning, the Nighthawks' surveillance of Hood Eugen in the mental asylum still didn't obtain any useful clues. They could only place their hopes on the so-called informant's internal investigation.
When he returned home, Klein quietly finished his breakfast and went back to his bedroom. He slept all the way until noon.
He woke up naturally, washed up, and walked to the first floor while smelling the aroma of food.
"Melissa is preparing lunch?" Klein looked at Baansen, who was reading the newspaper in the living room.
Baansen lowered the newspaper and said, "Yes.
"Yes, she had a guest visiting today. I asked her to chat with the guest while I prepared lunch, but she didn't trust my cooking and dragged the guest into the kitchen with her. That was very rude."
Benson, you actually managed to notice Melissa's disdain for your culinary skills so quickly … Klein held back his laughter as he walked to the armchair and casually asked,
"Melissa's guest?"
"Yes, you should know her. She's Elizabeth, whom you met at Selena's birthday party." Baansen leaned back and continued reading the newspaper comfortably.
Not just at the birthday banquet … She actually came to visit … Klein's expression froze as he glanced sideways at the kitchen door.
Just then, Melissa walked out with a plate, followed by Y'lisabet, who was also wearing an apron.
"Klein, you're awake? I was going to call you. " Melissa delightedly put the plate that emitted the aroma of meat on the table. "This is Elizabeth. You know her."
"Hello, Klein." Y'lisabet, who had a cute baby face, greeted him with a beaming smile.
Klein responded politely and warmly.
After the two exchanged greetings, Melissa blinked and said seriously, "Y'lisabet will be following us to the Family Servant Assistance Association later.
"Elizabeth will follow us to the Family Servant Assistance Association later. Their family employs a few servants and has rich experience in this area. They can provide us with certain reference opinions."
"Actually, we've already drafted the requirements for choosing a maidservant. Listen to it and see if there's anything you need to add."
Melissa wiped her hands on her apron and took out a piece of paper from the pocket of her household clothes.
"1. Healthy body."
"2. Hardworking and responsible."
"3. Good at cooking."
"4. Quiet and not noisy."
"5. Simple family background."
"6. Ordinary looks."
…
The requirements were read out one after another. Klein and Baansen listened with their mouths agape. Their eyes were blank. They never expected that hiring a maidservant would be so troublesome.
"Melissa, weren't you against hiring a maidservant previously?" Klein subconsciously asked when his sister stopped.
Melissa pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.
"Yes, I was against it. But since my objection is invalid, I believe that we have to do this well. And to do something well, we have to make sufficient preparations. Oh, is there anything you would like to add?"
"No!" Klein and Baansen shook their heads in unison, causing Y'lisabet to cover her mouth and snicker.
After lunch, the group of four took a public carriage and arrived at the Tingen Family Servant Assistance Association on Champagne Street.
It was very similar to the housekeeping company that Klein knew in his previous life, but it was half-charitable. On the one hand, they registered the personal information and work needs of various servants. It made it easier for employers to choose, and it also increased the chances of the recipients finding employment. On the other hand, they would organize some basic training to improve the recipients' ability to work.
Part of their expenses came from charitable organizations, and part of it came from the employers. With its agglomeration, integrity, convenience, and organization, the personal agents were quickly forced to join or change professions.
After entering the association, Klein and company were immediately warmly received. A young woman in a pale yellow dress with frilly frills led them to the sofa and asked with a smile, "What are you doing here?
She smiled and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"We need to hire a maidservant." At this moment, Baansen was pushed to the front by his younger siblings.
"Do you have any specific requirements?" the young lady asked with familiarity.
Baansen seriously recalled the comparison between his culinary skills and Klein's.
"I'm good at cooking."
"Good at cooking?" The young lady frowned slightly. "Frankly speaking, none of the handyman maids are good at cooking. Why don't you hire a chef? If you need female chefs, there are quite a few in our association. "
"None of the handyman maids are good at cooking?" Melissa couldn't help but interrupt when she saw that her request was met with a setback at the beginning.
The young lady nodded and answered with certainty,
"The handyman maids are either the daughters of low-level laborers or girls from the countryside. The culinary skills that they have access to are relatively poor. Even if they have received simple training from the association, the most they can do is ensure that the food they make won't make people sick."
"…" Melissa was speechless for a moment. She finally understood what it meant by 'plans can't keep up with changes'.
"What a pity," Ye Zichen said. Baansen thought for a moment, organized his words, and said, "Perhaps we can change the requirement: willing and able to learn cooking."
Not bad, Baansen sure has a quick mind … There's no need for me to interrupt … Klein sat by the side, holding his cane in one hand and his hat in the other. He looked relaxed and at ease.
"That's not a problem. During culinary training, we will record the girls with outstanding performance." The young lady smiled professionally. "Are there any other requirements?"
"Yes." Sensing Melissa's gaze, Benson gulped a mouthful of saliva and took out the piece of paper from his pocket. He began reading it line by line.
The young lady listened in a daze for a long time before replying,
"I-I'll first filter the information and recommend some handyman maids who meet the requirements. You don't have to rush to make a decision. Choose two to four, and I'll bring them to your house for a test run. Then, you can decide who to hire. Of course, this will require you to pay a little more to the association, and you will need to prepare the ingredients yourself."
"Alright." Baansen folded the piece of paper and nodded politely.
The young lady stood up and took two steps into the office. Then, she turned around and smiled sheepishly.
"Can you give me that piece of paper? I'm afraid I might have missed out on your requirements … "
"No problem," Baansen answered while holding back his laughter.
After a while, the young lady in the pale yellow dress came out with a stack of information and handed it to Baansen to choose.
The information was labeled with the handyman's real name, year of birth, family situation, facial features, physical condition, past experience, corresponding characteristics, and expected salary.
While Baansen and Melissa were seriously flipping through the information, Y'lisabet leaned close to Klein and whispered, "Don't you have any requests?"
"Yes, but it's not specific enough," Klein said perfunctorily.
"Yes, but it's not specific enough," Klein said perfunctorily.
"Then, what will you choose?"
Klein chuckled and pointed at the spirit pendulum hidden in his left sleeve.
"Of course, I'll write down the corresponding sentence and eliminate them one by one. I'll divine the most suitable one to be our family's handyman."
"…" Y'lisabet was stunned. After more than ten seconds, she nodded in confusion. "The simplest and most effective method … I actually forgot that you are …"
"…" Y'lisabet was stunned for a moment. Ten seconds later, she nodded in confusion. "The simplest and most effective way … I forgot that you are …"
"…" Y'lisabet was taken aback. After more than ten seconds, she nodded in confusion. "The simplest and most effective method … I actually forgot that you are …"
She didn't finish her sentence because Melissa sharply sensed that the two of them were whispering and cast her gaze over.
Hey, sister, don't misunderstand! We're just having a normal conversation … Klein coughed lightly and took the initiative to read some of the information.
Soon, they settled on three candidates. The price ranged from 4 soli 8 pence to 5 soli 2 pence per week.
Baansen didn't press down on the handyman's salary. Instead, he seriously discussed with the young lady about the additional money to be paid to the association.
After a friendly discussion, he successfully changed the fee from two weeks' worth of the handyman's salary to one week's salary. However, he had to pay one soli for bringing the handyman to the association's carriage for the housekeeping trial.
After settling the matter, Y'lisabet bade farewell and left. The siblings took a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.
Along the way, Klein felt very uncomfortable under Melissa's scrutinizing gaze. The moment he entered the house, he went straight to the second floor.
"Klein." Melissa called out to him and said in a serious tone, as though she had thought it over. "If you want to get engaged to Y'lisabet, you need to work harder. Her father is an import and export merchant, and her mother is a baronet, which is often referred to as the daughter of a lord …"
Wait, get engaged? When did that happen? Klein looked at his sister in confusion.
How far had she been worried?
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