I have a mission to entrust … I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place … This security company's brand is really just a brand …
Upon hearing the visitor's words, Klein immediately cursed. He hated the fact that there weren't any forums or bullet screen comments for him to communicate with.
However, he quickly recalled that he had once asked a similar question. The Captain's answer was that if he was free, why not take on the job? The money earned could be used for the team's coffers and the welfare of the participants.
Roshan's eyes darted around as she thought for a moment.
"Our security personnel are out on a mission. They will take at least an hour to return. If your matter isn't urgent, we can consider it."
Among the six official Nighthawks, Captain Dunn Smith had been invited to the cathedral by the bishop. It was unknown what they were discussing. Leonard Mitchell was guarding Chanis Gate on his behalf.
Corpse Collector Frye and Sleepless Royale Redeen had already headed to Golden Indus Borough to cooperate with the police in investigating a theft that was related to a sect. Another Sleepless, Kenley White, was on a break. Another Midnight Poet, Seeka Tron, had gone to Raphael Cemetery in the outskirts of the North Borough for her daily patrol.
As for the remaining two Beyonders, Old Neil was old and weak. He hadn't been on a mission in a long time, while Klein was still considered a beginner. He was truly a dabbler in every aspect.
"None of them are here …" The tall, thin man with white sideburns and an umbrella had a gloomy expression. He took off his hat and bowed. "Sorry for disturbing you. Farewell."
He turned around and walked out the door. Amidst the pitter-pattering rain and howling wind, he left 36 Zouteland Street along the stairs.
"What a coincidence." Roshan watched the gentleman leave and sighed regretfully.
Although she wouldn't receive a share of the commission, she would definitely be able to share in a sumptuous meal.
"There's no other way. Chanis Gate needs to be guarded at all times." Klein put down his knife, fork, and spoon in satisfaction. Even though he didn't like the turnip and vegetable soup, he finished it all. "Don't tell me you want Bright to go on a mission? Or yourself? "
Rozanne's eyes darted around as she giggled.
"Bright can't, but you can. Our Mr. Seer …"
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly came to a realization and hurriedly shut her mouth. This was because the door had yet to close. If anyone passing by or visiting heard about Beyonders, it would be considered a leak.
"Fortunately, Captain isn't here …" Roshan looked at the door and secretly stuck out her tongue. "Otherwise, I would have to go and repent again!"
Bright and Klein laughed at the same time. They looked at each other and began to clean up the tableware.
After settling everything, Klein, who didn't bring an umbrella, chose to stay at Blackthorn Security Company when he saw that the storm hadn't stopped.
He took a newspaper, sat on the soft and bouncy sofa, and took a leisurely "lunch break".
"The airship route from Baekeland to Desi Bay is open …"
"The Great Detective Munson has been compiled into a book and will be published soon …"
"An advertisement for the Laoglas Arms Shop? A standard revolver with six bullets costs three pounds and ten soli. A double-barreled shotgun costs two pounds … "
…
As Klein flipped through the Tingen City Honest Paper, he suddenly discovered a piece of news:
"… The criminals who murdered Mr. Welch and Ma 'am Naya have all been arrested. It is believed that the panic that has spread through North Borough, Golden Indus Borough, and East Borough will be greatly alleviated … Welch's father, the banker Mr. McGovern, has escorted his youngest son's corpse back to Constant City for a grand funeral …"
After reading it a few times, Klein suddenly sighed.
From the looks of it, Welch's father has already believed the police and didn't hire another private investigator to investigate …
His feelings for losing his youngest son are definitely not as bad as my parents losing their only son …
With his mood sinking, Klein sat there for a long time without moving.
As for the fact that he wasn't invited to Welch's and Naya's funerals, he didn't find it strange, nor did he feel depressed.
When everything calms down, I'll find an opportunity to offer a bouquet of flowers to their graves … Just as Klein was about to take a nap in the lounge, there was a sudden knock on the reception hall's door.
"Please come in." Roshan's head nodded, and she immediately sobered up.
The half-closed door was pushed open, and the tall, skinny man with white sideburns and dressed in formal attire from before walked in again.
"Can I wait here for a while? Your mercenaries, no, security personnel should be back soon, right? "He tried to hide his anxious expression and asked sincerely.
"Sure, you can sit there for a while." Roshan pointed to the sofa next to her.
Klein, on the other hand, asked out of curiosity,
"Where did you hear about our security company? Who referred you here? "
So much so that he had to make two trips in the afternoon in the heavy rain and was willing to wait?
Yes, it must be because the members of the Nighthawks easily completed missions that others thought were difficult and accumulated enough reputation in this line of work …
The tall and thin man leaned his umbrella against the door, walked to the sofa, and answered with a bitter smile,
"I've visited all the mercenaries, uh, security companies, and private detectives in the nearby streets. Only you have any hope. They don't have the manpower to take on other missions … To be honest, if I hadn't met a waiter who delivered food, I really wouldn't have thought that there would be a security company here."
… It's completely different from what I imagined … Klein was stunned.
Roshan interrupted and asked, "They're very busy?
So many missions? " The tall and thin man with white sideburns sat down and sighed.
"You're a mercenary team, no, a security company. You should have heard of the burglary and murder case on Howes Street, right?"
Howes Street … Burglary and murder case … Alright, unfortunately, I'm one of the people involved … Klein nodded with a heavy heart.
"You're a mercenary team, no, a security company. You should have heard of the burglary and murder case on Howes Street, right?"
"Yes."
"Due to the viciousness and cruelty of the criminals, all the tycoons in the nearby streets, and even all of Tingen City, are afraid. Other than increasing their own guards, they also hired a lot of additional security personnel and private detectives. This has created an obvious lack of manpower in this line of work," the tall and thin man answered clearly.
A standard chain reaction … Klein and Roshan looked at each other and saw the self-deprecating look on each other's faces.
The security industry had entered its "golden age," but the Blackthorn didn't feel anything at all. It was obvious how much of a failure this company was.
Of course, in a certain sense, it also proved that the Nighthawks' concealment was successful.
After waiting for another twenty minutes, seeing that the storm was about to stop, Klein prepared to pack up and leave for the Shooting Club to practice his revolver.
At that moment, the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell came out from the partition and looked at the sofa in confusion.
"Who is this?"
"The client, Captain is back?" Roshan asked happily.
"Back?" The tall and thin man was stunned.
I've been sitting here, staring at the door. Why didn't I notice anyone coming back?
Roshan's expression froze as she chuckled.
"As a security company, we don't just have the front door."
"Got it." The tall and thin man nodded in enlightenment.
As for being addressed as Captain, he didn't find it strange at all. A security company used to be a small mercenary team or a small mercenary guild. It was rather normal for a "Captain" to appear.
Leonard's white shirt wasn't tied up, and his black vest was casually draped over his shoulders. He looked at the tall and thin man and suddenly snapped his fingers.
"I'm a security member of the Blackthorn. How should I address you? What's the matter you wish to entrust me with? "
Perhaps having heard of the unrestrained nature of mercenaries, the tall and thin man wasn't angered by the insult. Instead, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He watched as Leonard sat down and organized his words.
"My name is Klee. I'm the butler of the tobacco merchant, Mr. Vickroy. His only son, Little Elliot, was kidnapped this morning. We have already reported it to the police and received sufficient attention. However, Mr. Vickroy is still worried. He wishes to use your mercenary, uh, security channels, as well as your understanding of Tingen to investigate from another direction to ensure that Little Elliot is rescued safely."
"If you can find the kidnappers' hideout, Mr. Vickroy is willing to pay a hundred pounds. If you have a way to successfully rescue Young Master Elliot, he is willing to double the payment to a lump sum of two hundred pounds."
Leonard Mitchell smiled leisurely.
"Mr. Vickroy seems to only wish for us to find the kidnappers' hideout? Otherwise, he wouldn't think that his only son is only worth a hundred pounds. A tobacco merchant with close ties to the southern plantations wouldn't only be able to fork out two hundred pounds. "
"No, Mr. Vickroy is only an ordinary businessman. He isn't a tycoon. Besides, he believes that the police are more professional when it comes to rescuing people," Klee answered frankly.
"Alright, no problem." Leonard snapped his fingers again.
He looked at Rozanne with his dark green eyes.
"Beautiful lady, I'll have to trouble you to draft up a contract."
"Don't always think of yourself as a poet. In fact, you only know how to recite the works of others." Roshan was used to exchanging mockery with Leonard, so she forgot that there were guests present.
Of course, the Blackthorn Security Company didn't care who the client was. It was fine if they had it, but it didn't matter if they didn't.
Roshan left the reception desk and entered the clerk's office. Tapping sounds could be heard immediately.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched. He felt that they were too unprofessional.
They didn't even have a standard, ready-made contract!
"This is really a sad thing …"
And what's even sadder is that I'm actually in such an unprofessional company …
Amidst his thoughts, Rona drafted up a contract that only had a few clauses. She got Klee and Leonard to sign it.
After Klee stamped it, she took the contract and entered the accounting office. She got Mrs. Orianna to get the "Blackthorn Security Company" stamp. The stamp was practically useless. Dunn usually handed it to Orianna for safekeeping. On Sundays, he would give it to Roshan and the rest.
"I'll be waiting for your good news." After receiving one of the contracts, Klee stood up, took off his hat, and bowed.
Leonard didn't respond. He remained silent for more than ten seconds, as though he was thinking about something.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Klein, revealing a smile.
He revealed a smile and said, "I need your help."
"Ah?" Klein was taken aback.
"What I mean is that you and I will complete this mission together." Leonard's lips curled up as he explained, "I'm good at fighting, shooting, climbing, sensing, and reciting, as well as some support, but that doesn't include finding people. You wouldn't want Old Neil to go out in such weather, right?"
When he said "sensing," his voice was muffled, making it impossible for anyone to hear him clearly.
"Alright." Klein had the urge to try out a new "skill", but he was also a little wary of Leonard Mitchell.
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