"Alright." Klein bowed slightly, took off his short top hat, and put it back on his head. He was imagining what Sealed Artifact 0-08 looked like.
An ordinary-looking quill?
Doesn't need ink for writing?
Then what's its true use? So much so that it needs to be kept a secret and is considered "very dangerous"?
Don't tell me it's a karmic pen that writes who dies?
No, that's too heaven-defying. There's no need for Ince Zangwill to flee …
Just as Klein turned around and was about to leave, Dunn Smith suddenly shouted at him from behind.
"Wait, I forgot something."
"What?" Klein turned his head, his eyes filled with puzzlement.
Dunn put away his pocket watch and smiled.
"Remember to get the accountant, Mrs. Orianna, an advance of four weeks' salary, a total of twelve pounds. After that, you'll only receive half of your salary every week until the repayment is complete."
"That's too much. There's no need for that. It can be reduced," Klein said subconsciously.
He wasn't opposed to the advance. After all, he didn't even have the fare for a public carriage back. However, receiving a huge sum of twelve pounds at once still left him a little afraid.
"No, it's a must." Dunn shook his head and smiled. "Think about it. Are you still willing to continue living in your current apartment? Even the bathroom has to be shared with several households. Even if you don't consider yourself, you have to consider the ladies. Besides … "
Seeing Klein nod in agreement, he paused for a moment and sized up Klein's clothes with a smile. He then said meaningfully, "That's right.
He said meaningfully, "Besides, you'll need a cane, and you'll have to buy a new suit."
Klein was taken aback for a second before he came to a realization. His face immediately burned a little because the suit he was wearing was a cheap one.
Normally, a top hat had to be made of silk and cost five to six soli, a bow tie was three soli, a silver-studded cane was seven to eight soli, a shirt was three soli, pants, vest, and tailcoat cost about seven pounds, and leather boots were nine to ten soli. In total, the entire set cost more than eight pounds and seven soli. Of course, a decent gentleman also needed a watch chain, pocket watch, and wallet.
Back then, the original Baansen and his brother, Baansen, had lived frugally and saved up a sum of money. They went to a clothing store to inquire about the price, but in the end, they didn't even dare to bargain and left with their tails between their legs. They made do with a cheap shop near Iron Cross Street and bought a suit for each of them. The total cost was less than two pounds.
It was because of this that the original owner had a deep impression of the price of clothes.
"Okay, okay," Klein stuttered as he replied.
Just like the original owner, he was also a person who cared about his reputation.
Dunn took out his pocket watch again, opened it, and glanced at it.
"Or will you go to Mrs. Orianna first? I don't know how long you'll be staying at Old Neil's. Mrs. Orianna will be coming home soon. "
"Okay." Klein felt very poor and did not object.
Dunn walked back to the table and pulled one of the hanging ropes.
"I'll ask Roshan to take you there."
As the rope moved and the gears turned, Roshan, who was in the reception hall of the Blackthorn Security Company, heard the bell hanging beside her ring. She hurriedly stood up and carefully went downstairs.
Not long after, she appeared in front of Klein.
Dunn Smith smiled humorously.
"Did I disturb your rest? Well, take Moretti to Mrs. Orianna. "
Roshan quietly pursed her lips and "happily" replied,
"Yes, Captain."
"That's it?" At this moment, Klein blurted out in surprise.
Don't I need you to write a note or something when I go to the finance department to get my salary in advance?
"So?" Dunn asked in puzzlement.
"I mean, don't I need your signature to get my salary in advance from Mrs. Orianna?" Klein tried his best to use simple words.
"Oh, no, there's no need. Roshan can prove it," Dunn Smith replied as he pointed at the brown-haired girl.
Captain, our finance department doesn't seem to have any management here … Klein resisted the urge to lampoon as he turned to leave the room with Roshan.
At this moment, he heard Dunn shout once again, "Wait a minute.
There's something else. "
Can we finish it in one go? Klein turned around with a smile.
"Go ahead."
Dunn pressed down on Sun's acupoint.
"When you go to Old Neil's, remember to collect ten demon hunting bullets."
"Me? Demon hunting bullets? "Klein asked in surprise.
"Isn't Welch's revolver with you? There's no need to hand it over. " Dunn stuffed one hand into his pocket and said, "With the demon hunting bullets, you can protect yourself if you encounter any strange dangers. Uh, it will at least give you courage."
There's no need to add the last sentence … Klein had been worrying about this matter, so he replied without hesitation,
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind!"
"I'll need to write an official document for that. Wait a minute." Dunn Smith sat down and picked up a dark red fountain pen. He scribbled a note, signed it, and stamped it.
"Thank you, Captain." Klein received it sincerely.
He slowly took a step back and turned around again.
"Wait."
Dunn shouted again.
Captain, you look like you're in your thirties. Why are you showing signs of premature aging? Klein forced a smile and turned back.
"Is there anything else?"
"I forgot that you have never practiced shooting before. It's useless for you to have demon hunting bullets. Why don't we do it this way? Collect thirty normal bullets a day and take the opportunity to go to the streets, which is the underground shooting range at 3 Zouteland Street. Most of it belongs to the police department, but there's a shooting range that belongs to us Nighthawks. Ah, right, you still need to collect a badge from Old Neil; otherwise, you won't be able to enter the shooting range." Dunn smacked his forehead and took the note from Klein. He quickly added other content and stamped it.
"A good gunner is trained with bullets. Don't underestimate them." Dunn passed the amended note to Klein.
"I understand." Klein, who was afraid of danger, wished he could go today.
He took two steps out, then suddenly turned around cautiously and spoke after some deliberation.
He deliberated and said, "Captain, is there anything else?"
"That's all." Dunn nodded affirmatively.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief and walked all the way to the door. Along the way, he wished he could turn around again and ask, "Is there really nothing else?"
He held back the urge and finally "successfully" left the Keeper room.
"Captain has always been like that. He often forgets things." Roshan walked beside him and softly disparaged him. "Even my grandmother has a better memory than him. Of course, he only forgets trivial things. Yes, trivial things. Klein, I'll call you Klein from now on. Mrs. Orianna is an amiable person. She's easy to get along with. Her father is a watchmaker. He's very skilled …"
Listening to the brown-haired girl's rambling, Klein stepped up the stairs and returned to the upper floors. He met Mrs. Orianna in the office on the right that was the outermost.
She was a black-haired lady in a flouncy dress. She looked to be in her thirties and had fashionable curly hair. Her green eyes were clear and smiling, making her look delicate and elegant.
After Orianna listened to Roshan describe Dunn Smith's arrangements, she took out a note and wrote an advance receipt.
"Sign here. Is there a seal? If not, just leave a fingerprint. "
"Okay." Klein skillfully completed the procedures.
Orianna took out a copper key and opened the safe in the room. As she counted the gold pounds, she smiled and said, "That's right.
"You're so lucky to have enough cash today. By the way, Klein, were you invited by the captain because you're involved in a supernatural incident and have a specialty?"
"Yes, ma 'am, your intuition is very accurate." Klein was generous with his compliments.
Orianna took out four light gray notes with dark black patterns and locked the safe again. As she turned around, she smiled.
"Because I'm the same."
"Is that so?" Klein expressed an appropriate amount of surprise.
"Do you know of the serial killer that shook the entire Tingen City sixteen years ago?" Orianna handed four gold pounds to Klein.
"… I remember! Was it the Bloody Butcher who killed five girls in a row? Some took their hearts, and some took their stomachs? When I was young, my mother often used this matter to scare my sister, "Klein said after some thought.
He took the notes and realized that there were two five-pound notes and two one-pound notes. They were all gray with black patterns, and there were complicated patterns and special watermarks at the four corners.
The former was slightly larger, and in the middle was the fifth king of the Kingdom of Rouen, the direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I. He wore a white wig, and his face was round. His eyes were long and narrow, and his expression was abnormally stern. However, in Klein's eyes, there was an indescribable sense of intimacy.
This is a five-pound note!
It's equivalent to four weeks of Baansen's salary!
In the middle of the one-pound note was George III's father, the former king, William Augustus VI. This "powerful man" had a thick beard and a determined gaze. During his reign, the Kingdom of Rouen broke free from its old shackles and once again reached the pinnacle of the various countries.
These are all "good kings" … Klein vaguely caught a whiff of the pleasant smell of ink on the banknotes.
"Yes, if the Nighthawks hadn't arrived in time, I would've been the sixth victim." Mrs. Orianna's tone still had a hint of lingering fear, even though the incident had happened more than ten years ago.
"It sounds like that serial killer, no, butcher, is a Beyonder?" Klein carefully folded the notes and placed them in the inner pocket of his suit. Then, he touched the surroundings a few times to confirm it.
"Yes." Mrs. Orianna nodded solemnly. "He killed a lot of people in the past. The reason why he was caught was because he was preparing a demonic ritual."
"No wonder he wanted different organs … Sorry, Ma 'am, for reminding you of bad memories," Klein said sincerely.
Orianna chuckled and said, "I've long been afraid … Back then, I was studying accounting in business school. After that, I came here. Alright, I won't hold you up any longer. You still have to find Old Neil."
"Goodbye, Ma 'am." Klein took off his hat, bowed, and left the office. Before he went down the stairs, he couldn't help but touch his inner pocket to confirm that the twelve pounds was still there.
He turned at the crossroads and walked to the right. Not long after, he saw a half-closed metal door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Amid the knocks, an old voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Klein pushed open the metal door and realized that it was a narrow room. There was only room for a table and two chairs.
On the other side of the room, there was a tightly locked metal door. And behind the table, a white-haired elder in a classic black robe was reading a few yellowed pages under the light of a gas lamp.
He looked up and looked at the door.
"You're Klein Moretti? Little Roshan came over just now and said that you were very polite. "
"Miss Roshan is really a friendly person. Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat in greeting.
"Have a seat." Neil pointed to a silver-inlaid tin can with complicated patterns on the table. "Would you like a cup of hand-ground coffee?"
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth were very deep. His dark red eyes were slightly turbid.
"You don't seem to be drinking any?" Klein acutely noticed that Neil's ceramic cup was filled with water.
"Haha, it's my habit. I don't drink coffee after three in the afternoon," Neil explained with a smile.
"Why?" Klein asked casually.
Neil looked into Klein's eyes with a smile.
"I'm afraid that I won't be able to sleep well at night. That way, I'll hear the whispers of some mysterious existence."
"…" Klein was momentarily at a loss for words as he changed the topic.
He switched to asking, "Mr. Neil, what documents and books should I read?"
As he spoke, he took out the note written by Dunn Smith.
"Things related to history, complicated and fragmented. To be honest, I've been trying to learn them, but I can only grasp the basics. The rest are too troublesome. Things like diaries, popular books, epitaphs, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera," Neil grumbled. Neil complained. "For example, what I have here requires more detailed historical records to deduce the specific content."
"Why?" Klein was a little confused.
Neil pointed to a few yellowed pages in front of him.
"These are the diaries that Rosell Gustav lost before his death. To keep it a secret, he used strange symbols he invented to record it."
Rosell The Great? Senior transmigrator? Klein was taken aback as he listened attentively.
"As many people believe that he didn't really die, but instead became a hidden god, there have always been cultists who worship him who hold all sorts of rituals in an attempt to obtain power. Occasionally, we will encounter such incidents and obtain a few original or transcribed notes," Neil said, shaking his head. "To this day, no one has been able to decipher the true meaning of those special symbols. Therefore, the Holy Cathedral allows us to keep the copy for research, hoping that there will be an unexpected surprise."
Having said that, Neil revealed a smug smile.
"I've already deciphered a few of the symbols and confirmed that they're expressions of numbers. Look, what did I discover? This is actually a diary! Yes, I hope to use historical events from different dates, especially events around the emperor, to compare them with the records of the corresponding day in the diary. From there, I can decipher more symbols. "
"A genius train of thought, right?" The old gentleman with white hair and deep wrinkles looked at Klein with sparkling eyes.
Klein nodded in agreement.
"Yes."
"Haha, you can take a look as well. You'll have to help me with this work tomorrow." Mr. Neil pushed the few yellowed pages to Klein.
Klein turned them around, and with just a glance, he was stunned!
Although the "symbols" were very ugly and slightly deformed, there was no way he would mistake them …
This was because these were the words he was most familiar with:
Chinese!
And it was f * * king simplified Chinese!
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