After leaving Aztec's house, Klein took a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.
Kacha. He took out his key to open the door and suddenly saw a figure sitting in the dining room.
Klein subconsciously tightened his grip on his cane, but he immediately realized that it wasn't a thief, but his maid, Bella.
Bella was engrossed in reading the newspaper that was spread out on the table. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she was also startled. She quickly stood up and explained with a stutter.
She stood up and stammered, "I-I just finished my work in the morning. I was waiting for the water to boil and the bread to eat."
I really haven't gotten used to the sudden addition of a maid in the house … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh, took off his hat, and nodded slightly.
"Reading is a good habit. To be able to persist in reading while busy with work is encouraged by the Goddess."
He was afraid that she would think that he was mocking her, so he used the name of the Evernight Goddess.
But in fact, only the God of Knowledge and Wisdom would place reading in such a high position … Of course, all Churches promote learning … Yes, to believe in the Evernight Goddess at the age of seventeen or eighteen, it means that she was influenced by her parents. And such parents would definitely let their daughter receive an education as long as they had a choice. Even if she couldn't afford a public elementary school, the Church's free schools wouldn't be a problem. At most, it would take some time … Therefore, Bella isn't illiterate. She knows words and can read newspapers … Klein thought as he put down his cane and walked into the living room.
He had a rather good impression of Bella.
Although this young lady was clearly not used to the kitchen and was clumsy, she showed that she was willing to learn and was diligent in her studies.
Bella lowered her hands and said in slight embarrassment, "I-I didn't really read newspapers in the past.
"I … I haven't really read newspapers before. Mr. Landlord doesn't allow us to buy old newspapers to paste on the walls … I picked it up just now. When I was wiping the coffee table, I accidentally glanced at it. I thought … I thought it was very interesting."
What a pitiful lady. When I transmigrated over, the newspapers were ranked at the bottom of the interesting rankings … Klein lampooned silently and smiled. He took out his pocket watch along the silver chain and snapped it open to take a look.
"As long as you finish your work and do it well, you can do whatever you want with the rest of your time. Don't be nervous. Of course, if I'm chatting with Baansen and Melissa, you'd better stay in your room. I'll allow you to use the gas lamp inside and bring in a few old newspapers."
"Well, come and knock on my bedroom door at one in the afternoon. After that, prepare a cup of Sibe black tea, two pieces of soft white bread, a piece of oatmeal toast, and a small plate of butter for me."
In order to celebrate his advancement to Sequence 8, Klein decided to be extravagant and eat the white bread that Baansen had planned on enjoying on the weekend ahead of time.
Hmm, I'll buy another 8 pounds, and from now on, I'll switch from oatmeal bread to white bread! A Sequence 8 Beyonder's weekly salary will definitely increase … Captain didn't mention this before … I forgot again! Klein was stunned for a moment and decided to ask about it the next day.
"Okay, okay," Bella replied, pleasantly surprised.
Then, she asked uncertainly, "Mr. Klein, is it the Sibe black tea for guests?"
Then, she asked with uncertainty, "Mr. Klein, is it the Sibe black tea for guests?"
Since the whole family was Moretti, she addressed them by their first names.
"Yes, it'll be the tea we usually drink in the future." Klein waved his hand and walked to the staircase.
After becoming a Clown, he suddenly realized that his financial situation had become very good.
Firstly, there were no additional and large expenses for the time being. The only expenses were the fixed daily rental fee of 2 soli for inspecting the houses with red chimneys, and the occasional replenishment of materials. The latter could often be reimbursed.
Secondly, there were 300 gold pounds sitting quietly in Klein's anonymous account. After all, a hectare in the countryside only cost 5 to 6.5 soli per hectare. In other words, he could buy 920 to 1,200 hectare of countryside farmland or pasture, which was equivalent to 137 to 179 hectare on Earth, or 23 to 30 hectare. In addition, this sum of money could also allow him to buy a house on Daffodil Street for 15 years.
If all of it were exchanged for land, the income from land rent would be about 23 to 31 pounds a year … Not bad, but there's no need for that now. I have to keep the 300 pounds for emergencies … Phew, I have to find a chance to tell Baansen and Melissa about my real weekly salary! Klein thought as he entered his bedroom.
After locking the door, Klein sat on his bed and began Cogitation again. In this way, he slowly controlled the small amount of power that leaked from the potion. He was very careful and very cautious.
To him, losing control was originally just a term that existed in the mouth until he met the Mandated Punisher.
However, he did not know the Mandated Punisher, nor did he know what had happened to him before that. He only subconsciously thought that it was a special case, a situation that rarely repeated itself.
It was like watching a murder in another city on the news. A normal person would at most sigh and forget about it when they turned around.
However, what happened to Old Neil was a huge shock to Klein. It made him realize that losing control was always around him, and it could happen in an unexpected way at any time!
What a bloody lesson … Klein ended his Cogitation, opened his eyes, and muttered to himself silently.
During this period of time, he often dreamed of the scene of that day. He would often wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat.
He was mourning over Old Neil's death, but he was also worried about his future. If not for Cogitation that could help him sleep, he believed that he would not be able to fall asleep recently.
Other than digesting the potion, I have to try my best to control my emotions and desires. I have to keep them within a reasonable range so that I won't be corrupted by them … Klein exhaled, lay down, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
On the day of Old Neil's death, Dunn's performance and words had greatly touched him. It made him seriously examine his responsibilities as a Nighthawk for the first time. He wanted to take on the responsibilities that belonged to him as soon as possible so that he could help his Captain and teammates.
Therefore, he did not plan on wasting his afternoon. He would still participate in combat training as usual.
…
Three o 'clock in the afternoon, in the simple training field.
Gawain, with his short, mottled blond hair, frowned as he watched Klein's movements slowly turn from jerky to familiar. From familiarity to familiarity, he looked like a trainee knight who had undergone more than half a year of training.
And all of this happened in a short span of forty minutes!
He called a halt to the practice and sized up his opponent. He couldn't help but ask,
"What happened?"
Klein had already thought of a set of excuses. He was prepared to push his performance to scientific research, but as soon as Gawain finished speaking, he immediately added in a low voice,
"If it's inconvenient for you to answer, then you don't have to."
From the looks of it, the corresponding personnel from the police department have already communicated with Teacher Gawain … That's right, he would occasionally train Beyonders, so how could he not warn me in advance … Klein heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.
"Teacher, how long do you think it will be before I can participate in actual combat?"
Gawain crossed his arms and looked at him seriously. He replied in a slightly hoarse voice,
"Two or three days."
"But this is not enough!"
As if he was thinking, he explained,
"Being able to participate in actual combat is not equivalent to being proficient in combat. The latter will probably take another two to three weeks."
"In addition, you must master cold weapons that are easy to carry, such as a cane, a whip, a dagger, and a trident!"
… There are so many projects? Klein was stunned.
Gawain's gaze swept across him.
"You have to remember, every drop of sweat you shed here can save your life in the future."
"Yes, Teacher!" Klein replied energetically.
…
On Saturday morning, Klein entered the Blackthorn Security Company and knocked on the Captain's office door again.
Dunn Smith seemed to be prepared. He only looked up and said, "I forgot to inform you yesterday.
After advancing to Sequence 8, your position in the police department will naturally be changed from probationary inspector to inspector. I will get them to change your identification and uniform epaulets as soon as possible. "
"Your weekly salary will be increased from six pounds to ten pounds. The Church and the police department will each bear half of it. This has reached the level of a senior Nighthawk. Of course, I'm talking about the Sequence 9 level."
… Captain, did you make a draft? Klein was stunned when he heard that. His eyebrows relaxed, and he replied with a smile,
"This is more than I expected."
He thought that his weekly salary would only increase to eight pounds.
Dunn picked up his coffee and took a sip.
"The increase of a Nighthawk's salary is based on the number of years of service, contributions made, and one's rank. The third point is often closely related to contributions."
That's right. Without contributions, even if I digest the potion and reach the standard of advancement, I won't be able to apply for the formula and ingredients … Klein nodded thoughtfully.
With a weekly salary of ten pounds, including bonuses, it would be about 540 pounds a year. Without paying taxes, such an income would be considered pretty good among the middle class. It was second only to the professions of lawyers, famous architects, senior surgeons, and high-ranking government employees.
The deputy director of the Finance Department of the Kingdom of Rouen's Ministry of Finance only earns 700 pounds a year, and that's before taxes. After taxes, it's at most 640 pounds. Hmm, not much … According to the newspaper, a good house in Baekeland West and Hillston Borough costs about 2,500 pounds. If Baansen, Melissa, and I can maintain our current expenses, we can buy it in seven or eight years … Just by relying on ourselves, we can buy a house in the center of the Imperial Capital and Shanghai in seven or eight years. This salary really makes me happy … Klein got up and bade farewell. He walked briskly into the underground and took his turn on Chanis Gate.
Before ten, he suddenly heard someone approaching the duty room.
Very soon, Dunn appeared at the door. His gray eyes were gloomy.
His gray eyes were dark as he said, "There's a case that requires your help."
"A case involving a Beyonder?" Klein asked subconsciously.
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