After pouring himself a cup of coffee, he returned to the armory and took the thick stack of historical documents and the explanatory drafts that Old Neil had organized. Klein followed the gas lamps on the wall and turned towards the staircase that led to the Blackthorn Security Company. Tap.
Thud, thud, thud. The sound of footsteps echoed in the sealed and empty underground.
Klein walked down the spiral staircase, pushed open the door, and went straight for the second office on the opposite side.
After two days of familiarizing himself with the place, he had a general understanding of the layout of the Blackthorn Security Company.
The first thing he saw was a spacious reception hall with a set of sofas, tables, and chairs. After passing through a partition, he reached the inner area. The three rooms on the left of the corridor, from near to far, were Mrs. Orianna's accounting office, a lounge with a few sofa-like beds, and the staircase that led underground.
The three rooms on the right, from near to far, were Captain Dunn Smith's office, the civilian staff office with typewriters, and the recreation room for the official members of the Nighthawks.
Klein had previously seen Leonard Mitchell playing cards with two other team members in the recreation room. He guessed that it was Fight the Landlord. Of course, Rosell The Great had already renamed it "Fight the Evil," but the gameplay was no different from what Klein knew.
Bright would have a day of sleep after his night shift. Roshan stayed at the reception desk. César Francis, who was in charge of purchasing and applying for supplies as well as part-time carriage driver, was out as usual. When Klein pushed open the door to the civilian staff office, he saw that the three tables inside were empty. A typewriter was placed there silently.
"Akerson Company's Model 1346 typewriter …" Klein, who had seen similar items in his tutor's office and Welch's house, muttered. He felt that the vaguely visible complex control system was filled with a mechanical beauty.
He walked to the desk with the typewriter and sat down. After some thought, he attempted to type in Virtual Mode.
In the beginning, he instinctively converted it to Pinyin. Only when he was familiar with it did he "digest" the corresponding memory fragments of the original Klein and stop making mistakes.
Tap, tap, tap!
The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard was like a hard music from metal and industry. Accompanied by this melody, Klein quickly completed the application documents.
But he wasn't in a hurry to find Dunn Smith. Instead, he calmed himself down and carefully read the historical materials provided by Old Neil. It was both revision and learning.
When it was close to noon, he stretched his neck and put away the materials. Based on the draft of the Mysticism Studies course, he reflected on and consolidated the content he learned in the morning.
It was not until then that he took the "application", went to the office next door, and knocked on the door slowly.
Dunn was waiting for lunch to be delivered. When he saw the documents handed over by Klein, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Old Neil taught you that?"
"En." Klein betrayed Old Neil without hesitation.
Dunn picked up the dark red fountain pen and signed.
"I was just about to apply for funding for July, August, and September from the Church and the county police department. I'll include yours in the list. Once it's approved, I'll get Mrs. Orianna to withdraw it. The spirit pendulum can be collected in the afternoon."
"Alright," Klein answered simply and forcefully.
His tone and gaze were tainted with obvious joy.
Before he left, he asked casually, "What's the matter?
How can there be a need to apply for July's funding in July?
Dunn was silent for a few seconds. He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.
"There were three cases in a row in June. I was so busy that I forgot some things."
As expected of Captain with a bad memory … Klein knew that he had asked a question he shouldn't have. He laughed dryly and hurried out.
As expected of Captain with a bad memory … Klein knew that he had asked a question he shouldn't have. He laughed dryly and hurried out the door.
Just like that, he began a simple and regular life. Half an hour of Cogitation in the morning, two hours of mysticism lessons in the morning, and one and a half hours of historical information. After lunch, he would take a nap in the lounge to recover his energy.
Following that, he would get some bullets and head to the Shooting Club to practice. After practice, he would stroll to Welch's residence, which wasn't too far away. He would change his route and walk back to Iron Cross Street. This way, he could save on the public carriage fare. If he had free time, he would practice his Spirit Vision, spirit pendulum, and other skills. He would also do some grocery shopping.
…
In a private chemistry laboratory with complete equipment and items.
Audrey, who was tall and had soft blonde hair, stared at the cup in her hand. Countless bubbles emerged, causing the atmosphere to become quiet.
Finally, the liquid in the cup settled into a sticky silvery-white.
"Haha, I really do have talent in mysticism. I succeeded on my first try! I was worried about failure and prepared two sets of ingredients! "the girl muttered to herself in delight.
She put away the leftover ingredients she had taken from her family's treasury and exchanged with others. She took a deep breath and prepared to close her eyes and drink the Spectator potion.
Just then, a "woof woof woof" came from outside the laboratory. Audrey frowned.
She placed the cup with the silvery-white liquid gently rippling in a dark corner, turned around, and walked to the door.
"Susie, who's here?" Audrey twisted the doorknob and asked the golden retriever sitting by the door.
Susie wagged her tail with a fawning look. Her personal maidservant, Annie, appeared in the nearby corridor.
Audrey walked out of the laboratory, closed the door, and looked at Annie.
She looked at Annie and said, "Didn't I tell you? Don't disturb me when I'm doing chemistry experiments. "
Annie answered in distress, "But there's an invitation from the Duchess.
"There is an invitation from the Duchess, Lady Della."
"The wife of the Duke Of Negan?" Audrey took a few steps forward and approached Annie.
"Yes, she invited the royal baker, Madam Weaver. She invited Madam and you to have afternoon tea," Annie explained the contents of the invitation.
Audrey indiscernibly puffed up her cheeks and said, "Tell my mother that I'm dizzy.
Perhaps it's because the sun is too strong and I'm a little dehydrated. Get her to apologize to Lady Della on my behalf. "
As she spoke, she pretended to be weak.
"Miss, this isn't just afternoon tea, it's also a literary salon," Annie added.
"But this won't cure my dizziness. I need rest," Audrey firmly rejected.
At the same time, she silently muttered inwardly, If you insist, I'll faint for all of you to see. The etiquette teacher said that I did it perfectly … I think I heard something?
"Alright." Annie exhaled. "Do you need me to help you back to your room?"
"There's no need. I'll clean up the laboratory first." Audrey wished she could immediately return and consume the potion.
However, she held back her urge and watched Annie leave before returning to the laboratory's entrance.
Suddenly, she realized that Susie, who was supposed to be outside, was gone. The laboratory's door was ajar.
I forgot that Susie knows how to open doors with handles … What's that sound? Not good! When Audrey heard the crisp sound from inside, she suddenly thought of something and rushed into the laboratory.
All she could see was the shattered cup on the ground, and the golden retriever, Susie, had licked off the last drop of silvery-white liquid.
Audrey stood dumbfounded at the door like a statue.
The golden retriever, Susie, immediately sat up straight and looked at her owner innocently, wagging her tail.
…
In the outer seas of Pritz Harbor, on an island that was always shrouded in storms, an ancient sailboat was docked at the harbor.
A man with soft blonde hair and a lightning patterned robe looked at Alger Wilson opposite him and said in puzzlement, "Alger, you could've returned to the kingdom and become a captain of the Mandated Punishers or a respectable bishop.
"Alger, you could've returned to the kingdom and become a captain of a Mandated Punisher team or a respectable bishop. Why did you choose to go out to sea and become the captain of the Blue Avenger?
Alger's rough and deep face didn't have any additional expression as he solemnly replied, "The sea belongs to the storm.
This is the Lord's kingdom. I am willing to follow the Lord's will and patrol this kingdom for Him. "
"Alright." The yellow-haired man clenched his fist and punched his chest. "May the storm be with you."
"May the storm be with you." Alger returned the standard etiquette.
He stood on the deck with only a few crew members and watched as his companion left the ghost ship and walked further and further away.
"Sines, you don't understand because you don't know enough …" Alger muttered silently.
At the same time, Audrey completed the second concoction in fear.
Looking at the silvery-white potion that didn't look any different from before, she was so touched that she nearly cried.
Phew. She drank the Spectator potion in small but quick sips.
…
On Friday, a storm hit Tingen, and the rain beat on all the windows.
Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, Roshan, and Bright sat on the sofa in the reception hall, enjoying lunch on the table.
As there was only a stove to boil water, there was no way to heat up leftovers. Klein couldn't possibly eat black bread every day or take the public carriage back. He would have to consider taking a bus back after walking from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence in the afternoon. It was a huge waste of money. Therefore, he could only follow Roshan and his colleagues to eat the so-called "office food."
The nearby Old Will Restaurant would send a waiter over at half past ten every day to ask how many people wanted lunch. After confirming the number of servings, they would send it over at half past twelve in a container similar to a lunchbox. At three in the afternoon, they would ask if they wanted to order dinner and take back the cutlery.
Such "meals" included meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the portions weren't large, it was enough to fill a person's stomach. A meal ranged from seven to ten pence, with different grades.
Klein shamelessly chose the meal that cost seven pence every time. Usually, there was half a pound of oat bread, a small piece of meat cooked in different ways, a spoonful of vegetable soup, and a little cream or butter.
"There's actually only one Nighthawk here today …" Roshan scooped the soup into her mouth.
"I heard that there's a case in Golden Indus Tree. There's a cult involved, so the police department invited two Nighthawks over …" Bright said as he put down his bag.
Klein dipped the remaining oat bread into the last bit of meat juice and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.
Inside his left sleeve, there was a faint silver chain with a topaz hanging on it.
At that moment, there was a knocking sound coming from the half-closed door.
"… Please come in," Roshan was taken aback. She put down her spoon, quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up.
The door was pushed open, and a man wearing a half top hat walked in. His black suit was drenched on his left shoulder.
His sideburns were white, and he held an umbrella in his hand. He looked at Klein and company.
"This is the former mercenary squad?"
"You can say that," Roshan answered familiarly.
The lanky man coughed and said, "That's right.
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