Old Neil massaged Sun's acupoint.
"The reason why you committed suicide is mostly clear. The notebook is also in Ray Bieber's hands, and the matter has been exposed. Regardless of whether you are alive or dead, it will not affect the subsequent developments. I think, I think, the strange existence or mysterious power that caused all of this will no longer pay special attention to you, just like how you don't care about ants on the ground. Heh heh, as long as you don't attempt to make 'Him' think of you."
"And the matter of us issuing a warrant for Ray Bieber will soon reach the Secret Order. They should be able to guess that this is related to the whereabouts of the Antigonus family's notebook. Believe me, this secret organization that has existed for more than a thousand years definitely has all sorts of information channels. Therefore, their focus will turn to Ray Bieber's whereabouts in an attempt to find the notebook before we do. They won't, and can't, harass you, follow you, or deal with you."
"Young man, congratulations. You have escaped the shadows of the past and are about to welcome a new journey filled with sunshine."
Klein nodded repeatedly as he listened. He was both delighted and relaxed.
He said in delight and relief, "I hope so."
The haze that had shrouded him ever since he transmigrated seems to be dissipating …
However, to be frank, Klein was still a little uneasy. This was because he seemed to have a certain level of connection with the notebook. It was to the extent that he would coincidentally discover traces of it during normal hostage rescue missions.
He was really afraid that one day, the postman would suddenly deliver a package, and when he opened it, he would realize that it was the Antigonus family's notebook!
I hope everything will develop as Old Neil described … He prayed silently.
When Old Neil heard his answer, he immediately scoffed.
"You don't seem to be a devout believer of the Goddess. Shouldn't you be drawing the crimson moon in front of your chest and saying, 'May the Goddess bless us'?"
"Mr. Neil, you don't seem to be one either. A true believer wouldn't say, 'Welcome a new journey filled with sunshine.'" After this period of mysticism lessons, Klein and Old Neil had established a good friendship. Therefore, he didn't stand on ceremony with his sarcasm.
The two looked at each other and laughed in unison. They tapped their chests four times at the same time.
"Praise the Goddess!"
At this moment, the sound of a plectrum and marbles turning could be heard. The door of the Blackthorn Security Company was opened.
The dainty Lady Orianna, with her hair stylishly coiled up, and her pale green skirts swayed lightly into the hall.
"Good morning, Mr. Neil. Good morning, Klein." She held a calf leather handbag in her hand and greeted him with a smile. "Today is another sunny day. It's a good day."
"Good morning, Orianna. You're still as beautiful as you were ten years ago," Old Neil replied with a chuckle.
Orianna narrowed her eyes and said with a straight face,
"Mr. Neil, your compliments are still as infuriating as they have been for the past decade."
She stressed the words "more than ten years".
"Is that so?" Old Neil looked at Klein in puzzlement, his face filled with doubt.
Never mention anything that can make a lady remember her age … As a keyboard warrior who knew a little about everything, Klein instantly understood what Mrs. Orianna was getting at. He chuckled.
"Good morning, Mrs. Orianna, you are as beautiful as ever."
"Thank you, our outstanding graduate from Khoy University." Orianna smiled faintly and nodded. She then said, "The old butler has already paid the commission for the mission. According to the captain's rules, half of it is extra funds, and the other half is for you and Leonard. Since you're not an official member, you can only get 10% of the other half. You can come and sign for it later."
"How much did he pay?" Klein asked, feeling both happy and distressed.
"200 pounds. That's what he said at the time. Oh Lord, Lord Tempest, I really can't imagine, I can't believe, this matter is resolved just like that! This is no more difficult than having a dream! Why isn't your security company famous? It's a disgrace to the whole profession! "said Mrs. Orianna, imitating the old steward's slightly Southern accent.
Klein thought about it seriously for a few seconds and said humorously,
"This isn't fair to the kidnappers."
The two Beyonders quickly resolved the problem in what could be described as a relaxed and comfortable manner … It was like a fully-armed adult bullying a few children …
"They're too unlucky. They must have lost the blessings of the gods." Oriana chuckled. "I told the old butler that we were lucky enough to get the job this time. An informant happened to see the kidnappers entering the hiding place with the child. So, don't expect too much from us. We are really just a very ordinary security company." Oriana chuckled softly.
Generally speaking, the more ordinary something is, the more extraordinary it is … Klein lampooned with a smile as he watched Mrs. Orianna pass through the partition and enter the accountant's office.
Old Neil smacked his lips and said with a hint of envy, "You're really a lucky lad.
You've only joined us for a short period of time, and you've already encountered a commission worth 200 pounds. "
"Is that rare?" Klein asked in puzzlement.
Previously, he was either studying history or mysticism, or he was wandering around outside, using his spiritual perception to search for clues.
"According to Orianna's statistics, we might not even encounter a commission a week, and most of the commissions are worth less than 20 pounds." Old Neil rubbed the white crystal pendant on his wrist and replied with a sigh.
Following that, he looked at Klein with a hint of anticipation.
"If you encounter a similar commission in the future, please remember to inform me."
Upon hearing Old Neil's words, Klein suddenly had a strange feeling. Hence, he asked directly, "What's wrong with you?
Hence, he directly asked, "Mr. Neil, you seem to be in need of money? How much do you earn every week? If it's not convenient for you to tell me, please ignore my question. "
Old Neil leaned back into the sofa and chuckled.
"This isn't something that needs to be hidden. I've been here for many years. Currently, I receive a weekly salary from the Church and the police department. The total value is twelve pounds."
"Twelve pounds a week?" Klein blurted out in surprise.
With a weekly salary of twelve pounds and a fifty-two weeks a year, that would be more than 600 pounds a year!
Previously, when he read the Tingen Morning Post and The Honest Paper, they had introduced that high-ranking lawyers only earned 800 to 1,000 pounds a year. This was a high-ranking lawyer!
As for the manager of Baansen's import and export company, his weekly salary was only six pounds. He was considered a rather respectable person.
"Yes, such a salary is actually quite generous. Furthermore, we don't have to pay income tax," Old Neil added with a smile.
Klein had heard from his brother, Baansen, that if a weekly salary was more than one pound, they would have to pay Type E tax, which was the income tax for government and company employees. It was three percent for one to two pounds, five percent for two to five pounds, ten percent for five to ten pounds, fifteen percent for ten to twenty pounds, and twenty percent for more than twenty pounds.
Apart from that, he had read in the newspapers that there were four other types of income tax. Type A was a tax on land, housing, and other physical appreciation, which included land rent and rent. Type B was a tax on agricultural income. Type C was a tax on bonds, funds, and stocks. Type D was a tax on commercial, financial, and professional income.
"It's admirable," Klein echoed Old Neil's words.
"However." Old Neil shook his head. "For Beyonders like us who need to constantly explore the mysteries, practice, and attempt rituals, the salary is never enough."
"Aren't all the materials obtained through application?" Klein asked in surprise.
Old Neil scoffed.
"There's a limit. Sometimes, there's a need for a sufficient reason. If you want to practice and experiment in the mystical domain, you can only use your own money to buy the materials. You can buy them internally, or you can go to some underground markets. "
Klein perked up and immediately asked, "What's the matter?
He immediately asked, "Underground markets with Beyonder materials? I thought … I thought the Church definitely wouldn't allow them to exist. "
He lacked the means to obtain the materials!
With a secret organization in embryonic form behind him, he couldn't possibly settle everything within the Nighthawks, right?
"There's no way to control such matters. Yes, from the point of view of mysticism, all things have spirituality and come from the same source. The ingredients we use are not only from Beyonder species, but also from normal animals, plants, and minerals. For example, the Poison Hemlock, Golden Mint, and Night Vanilla in your Seer potion can often be encountered in daily life. They might not have any Beyonder qualities, but they have their own characteristics. By mixing and fusing them, they can achieve a certain effect. Therefore, this isn't a transaction that the Church can ban just because they want to," explained Old Neil in detail.
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he continued, "Besides, Beyonder species don't only have their cores.
"Besides, Beyonder species don't only have their cores. Take the Lavos octopus for example. Other than its blood, its eyeballs, skin, and tentacles are all good materials. Unless the Church uses its own people to capture all of them, it will be a huge financial burden to hoard and control the flow of them. The lower the grade of the Beyonder material, the more so. We can only try our best to prevent the more special ones from circulating."
Old Neil suddenly laughed. "Another important reason is that the underground markets we know are better than the ones we don't know. Under the premise that the secret organization hasn't been completely destroyed, this is a good strategy. Furthermore, it can help us obtain the materials we lack. Of course, with such a market, there will definitely be prohibited items appearing. As long as it's not too exaggerated or dangerous, we can pretend not to see it. At most, we can use it to enrich our treasure vault. "
"It's also because the Churches are restraining each other, preventing us from using too drastic methods, right?" Klein guessed.
Old Neil tersely acknowledged, but he did not elaborate on the specifics.
"I'm a Seer, so I'll definitely need repeated practice in the future. I'll need more materials. Mr. Neil, can you take me to the underground markets to take a look?" Klein requested with a legitimate reason.
Old Neil revealed a troubled expression.
"Actually, most of the people who are active in those places aren't Beyonders. Some are nobles who like to be mysterious, while others are rich people who yearn for such things … Uh, alright, I have a thirty-pound bill that's about to be due. It's not convenient for me to go for the time being."
"Alright …" Klein didn't expect it to be because he owed money.
After a while, he deliberated and said, "Mr. Neil, do you need to borrow money?
I have a ten-pound reward. " "Haha, there's no need. I have a way to resolve it."
"Haha, there's no need. I have a way to resolve it." Old Neil patted the sofa and slowly stood up. "Sigh, aging is really the worst enemy a living being can't deal with. Last night's night watch made me very tired. Well, you can revise the lessons from before this morning and read more literature. Tomorrow, I'll teach you the basics of ritualistic magic."
"Alright." Klein stood up and took off his hat to bid farewell.
In the afternoon, seeing that Captain Dunn hadn't returned yet, Klein pretended to be searching for the notebook and wandered the streets once again.
With ten pounds as a reward, he didn't need to wait for the funds to be allocated. He could head straight to the Divination Club!
The whispers and illusions that occasionally appeared in his Cogitation and Spirit Vision made him eager to begin "acting."
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