Pour the coffee and return to the arsenal to get a thick stack of historical materials and drafts compiled by Old Neil. Klein followed the gas lamps on the wall and turned to the ladder leading to the Black Thorn Security Company.

Da, da, da, footsteps echoed in the sealed and empty underground.

Klein finished the hovering stairs, pushed open the door, identified it for a moment, and headed straight to the second office opposite.

After two days of familiarity, he has roughly figured out the layout of Black Thorn Security Company:

Just in the beginning, there is a spacious reception hall with a group of sofas and tables and chairs. Through partitions, it is the inner area. The three rooms on the left side of the corridor are from near to far. They belong to Mrs. Oriana's accounting room. There are several lounges similar to sofa beds, and the steps leading to the ground.

The three rooms on the right are from near to far, including captain Dunn Smith's office, with a typewriter's civilian office and a recreation room for the official members of the Nightclub team.

Klein had seen Leonard Mitchell play cards with two other team members in the entertainment room. He guessed it was Landlord. Of course, Emperor Rossell had renamed it "Fight Evil", but the gameplay was no different from what Klein knew.

Bright had a day of sleep-filled benefit after nighttime. Rosan stayed at the reception desk, responsible for purchasing, applying for supplies and part-time coachman Cizel Francis went out as usual. When Klein pushed open the door of the civilian office, all three tables were empty, and a purely mechanical typewriter was quietly placed.

"Axon's 1346 typewriter..." Klein, who had seen similar items in the tutor's office and Welch's home, whispered, feeling that the vaguely visible complex control system was full of mechanical beauty.

He walked to the desk with a typewriter and sat down, brewed for a while, and tried to type virtually.

At the beginning, he always instinctively processed it into pinyin, and only then did he "digest" the corresponding memory fragments of the original owner and no longer made mistakes.

Da, da, da!

The rhythmic keyboard typing sounds like a hard music from metal and industry. With this melody, Klein quickly prepared the documents to apply for funds.

But he did not rush to find Dunn Smith, but instead calmed down and carefully read the historical materials provided by Old Neil, both for review and study.

As noon approached, he moved his neck, put away the information, and based on the draft of the "Mystery Course", he recalled and consolidated the content he learned in the morning.

It was not until this time that he brought the "application form" and came to the office next door, and gently knocked on the door.

Dunn was waiting for lunch to arrive. After seeing the documents handed over by Klein, his lips curled up slightly and said:

"Old Neil taught you?"

"Hmm." Klein betrayed Old Neil without hesitation.

Dunn picked up the dark red pen, signed it and said:

"I just happened to apply for funds for July, August and September from the Church and the County Police Department. I will include you and find Mrs. Oriana to withdraw it after approval. Ling Fei can receive it in the afternoon."

"Okay." Klein replied concisely and vigorously.

His tone and eyes were filled with obvious joy.

Before saying goodbye, he asked casually:

"Don't the funds for July, August and September should be completed in June?"

How can I apply for funds for July again in July?

Dunn was silent for a few seconds, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip:

"June encountered three consecutive cases, busy and some things were forgotten."

He is worthy of being a captain with poor memory... Klein knew that he had asked questions he shouldn't have asked, laughed dryly and hurried out.

In this way, he began a simple and regular life, half an hour of meditation in the morning, two hours of mystery courses in the morning, one and a half hours of mastering historical materials, and after lunch, take a nap in the lounge to recover his energy.

Then, collect the bullets and go to the "Shooting Club" to practice. After the practice, you will take a walk to the not-far Welch residence, change the route, and walk back to the Iron Cross Street. This will save you a bus fare. If you still have free time, you will be proficient in the skills such as spiritual vision and spiritual pendulum, and buy a dish at the same time.

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Inside a private chemistry laboratory with complete instruments and items.

Audrey, tall, blonde and soft hair, stared at the cup in her hand, and saw countless bubbles appearing, making the atmosphere quiet.

Finally, the liquid in the cup precipitates to a thick silvery white.

"Haha, I really have the talent for mysticism, and I succeeded in one go! I was worried about failure before, so I prepared two pieces of materials!" The girl said to herself happily.

She packed up the various remaining materials she had in the family treasure house and exchanged with others, took a deep breath, prepared to close her eyes and drink the glass of "Audience" potion.

At this moment, a "woof woof" scream came from outside the laboratory, and Audrey frowned.

She put the cup with the silver liquid gently rippling into the dark corner, turned around and walked to the door.

"Susie, who is here?" Audrey twisted the handle and asked the golden retriever sitting upright at the door.

The golden retriever Susie wags her tail and looks flattering, while the close maid Anne appears in the nearby corridor.

Audrey walked out of the lab, grabbed the door with her backhand, and looked at Anne and said:

"Didn't you say it? Don't bother me when I'm doing chemistry experiments."

Anne replied distressedly:

"There may be an invitation from the Duchess, Mrs. Dela."

"Mrs. Negan?" Audrey walked a few steps forward and approached Anne.

"Yes, she invited the palace baker Ms. Wiewei to invite her wife to go and have afternoon tea with you." Anne said the content of the invitation.

Audrey bulged her cheeks invisibly and said:

"Tell my mother that I was dizzy, maybe it was because the sun was too strong and it was a little dehydrated. Please ask her to say sorry to Mrs. Dela for me."

While speaking, she looked weak.

"Miss, it's not just afternoon tea, it's also a literary salon," Anne added.

"But this doesn't cure my dizziness, I need a rest." Audrey refused firmly.

At the same time, she silently muttered in her heart: If you persist, I will faint for you. The etiquette teacher said that my movement was perfect... I seemed to hear some sound?

"Okay." Anne exhaled, "Do you need me to help you back to your room?"

"No, I'll clean up the lab first." Audrey wanted to return immediately and take the potion.

But she still suppressed her temper and watched Annie go away before turning back to the door of the laboratory.

Suddenly, she found that Susie, the big golden dog who should have been outside, was missing, and the laboratory door was half open.

"I forgot that Susie would open the door with a handle... What sound? Not good!" Audrey heard a crisp movement inside, and suddenly had an association and rushed into the laboratory.

In her sight, the cup that broke to the ground was the last drop of silver liquid that the golden-retriever dog Susie licked off.

Audrey was stunned at the door, like a statue.

The golden retriever Susie sat upright immediately, looked at the master with innocent eyes, and shook her tail.

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Offshore location of Pritz Port, an island that always shrouds storms, an ancient sailboat parked at the port.

The man with soft yellow hair and wearing a lightning patterned robe looked at Alger Wilson opposite and said in confusion:

"Arger, you can definitely return to the Kingdom and become the captain of the Punisher Squad or a decent bishop. Why choose to go out to sea and become the captain of the 'Ghostly Avengers'?"

Alger's rough and profound face had no extra expression, and he replied solemnly:

"The sea belongs to the storm, this is the kingdom of the Lord. I am willing to follow the will of the Lord and inspect this kingdom for Him."

"Okay." The yellow-haired man clenched his fist and said, "The storm is with you."

"The storm is with you." Arger replied with standard etiquette.

He stood on the deck of few crew members, watching his companions leave the ghost ship and go further and further away.

"Synes, you don't understand because you don't know enough..." Alger whispered silently.

Meanwhile, Audrey completed the second modulation in fear.

Looking at the silver potion that was no different from before, she almost shed tears in her eyes.

Huh, she drank the "Audience" potion in a small mouthful and quick way.

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On Friday, a heavy rain hit Tingen, with raucous raindrops pounding all the windows.

In the Black Thorn Security Company, Klein, Rosanne and Bright sat on the sofa in the reception hall, enjoying lunch on the table.

Because there is only a stove for boiling water here and it is impossible for Klein to eat black bread every day or take a public carriage back - then after he walked from Iron Cross to Welch's residence in the afternoon, he had to consider taking a bus back, which was a waste of money, so he had to follow his colleagues such as Luo Shan to eat the so-called "office food".

——The nearby Oldville restaurant will send a waiter to come on time at 10:30 every day to ask how many people here need lunch. After determining the number of servings, they will deliver them at 12:30 noon and use utensils similar to lunch boxes. At 3:00 pm, ask if they order dinner and recycle tableware.

Such "foods" include meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the portions are not very large, they can barely make a person full. A meal ranges from 7p to 10p, and there are different levels.

Klein is thick-skinned and chooses 7p each time, usually with half a pound of oatmeal bread, a small piece of meat made from different methods, a spoonful of vegetable soup, and a little cream, or butter.

"Today there was only one night-time person..." Luo Shan used a spoon to put the soup into her mouth.

"I heard that there was a case in Jinwutong District, which had sect elements, so the police department invited two night watchmen to come over..." Bright said with a bun.

Clean dipped the remaining oat bread in the final gravy and stuffed it into his mouth without saying anything.

A silver chain with citrine hanging on his left cuff was vaguely wrapped around his left cuff.

At this moment, a thudding sound came from the half-closed door.

"...Please come in." Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, put the spoon, quickly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up and said.

The door was pushed open, and a man wearing a half-tall hat and was wet on his left shoulder on his black formal suit.

His temples were gray, he held the umbrella in his hand and looked at Klein and others and said:

"Is this the former mercenary squad?"

"So that's it." Luo Shan replied familiarly.

The tall and thin man coughed:
Chapter completed!