At 7:30 pm, at Moretti's dining table.

"Kline, why do you need to arrive early as a consultant? Will the security company's emergency affairs be more dangerous?" Benson forked the potatoes in the beef stewed with potatoes and mentioned the morning matter with implicit concern.

Klein carefully spit out the thorns of the fried fish and replied with preparation:

"A batch of historical documents that need to be transferred to Beckland immediately. I have to come and count them and confirm that there are no omissions, you know, those guys who only know how to waving their fists don't know Gufsakvin at all."

Hearing his answer, Benson, who had chewed the food in his mouth, couldn't help but sigh:

“Knowledge is really important.”

Taking this opportunity, Klein took out the remaining 5 pounds bill and handed it to Benson:

"This is the extra reward I received today, and you also need body-sided clothes."

"5 pounds?" Benson and Melissa spoke at the same time.

He picked up the bill, looked it over and over again, half surprised and half confused:

"This security company is really generous..."

His salary for one week is 1 pound 10 sulle, and 6 pounds in 4 weeks, just 1 pound more than this extra reward!

With such a salary, he supported his younger brothers and sisters, gave them a pretty good place to live, allowing them to eat meat two or three times a week, and get a few new clothes every year!

"Don't you doubt what I said?" Klein asked deliberately.

Benson laughed: "I don't think you don't have the ability or the courage to rob the bank."

"You are not a lie." Melissa stopped and replied seriously.

Me, I am a person who is used to lying now... Crane was a little ashamed.

Although this was a real force, his sister's belief still made him feel melancholy.

"Today's business is more urgent and important, and I played a very critical role in it... This is why it is worth 5 pounds." Klein explained slightly.

In a sense, he is telling the truth.

As for the upcoming 5 pounds of funds - the money he had planned to join the divination club, he planned to hide it. One was to take another 5 pounds home, which would really scare his brother and sister, making them doubt what illegal career they were doing, and the other was to accumulate some money to buy extra materials for the learning of the "divinationist" and master the mysterious knowledge.

Benson took a bite of the oat bread with satisfaction, thought for more than ten seconds and said:

"My job now doesn't require too decent clothes, well, to be precise, clothes with too good fabrics, and all that's enough at home."

Before Klein could persuade him, he took the initiative to say:

"With this extra income, we really have savings. I plan to buy a few more accounting books for more in-depth study. Klein, Melissa, I don't want to have another five years, my weekly salary is still under 2 pounds. You know, my boss and my manager have their heads filled with feces, and every mouth is stench."

"Excellent idea," Klein agreed, guiding, "Why not take a look at the grammar books in my room? It's a very critical factor to be truly decent and get a generous enough reward."

Perhaps, it won’t take long to take the civil service exam to appear in the Kingdom of Roun, and preparing in advance can take advantage of it...

Benson's eyes lit up when he heard it:

"I did forget this, come and let's cheer for a bright future."

Instead of drinking rye beer, he poured oyster soup into three cups and touched it lightly with his younger brother and sister.

After drinking the clear soup, Klein looked at his sister who was fighting with the fried meat fish and said with a low smile:

"In addition to Benson's books, I think Melissa needs a new dress, too."

Melissa raised her head and kept shaking:

"No, I think it's best..."

"Save it." Klein added for her.

"Yeah." Melissa focused heavily.

"In fact, if we don't pursue fabrics and the latest designs, it won't be too expensive. We will save the remaining money." Klein said with an undeniable attitude.

Benson also echoed:

"Melissa, do you want to wear an old dress at Selena's sixteenth birthday party?"

Selena Wood is Melissa's classmate and good friend, and her family conditions are pretty good. Her brother is a lawyer and her father is a senior employee of the Tingen branch of Beckland Bank.

However, what they call dinner is to invite friends to share dinner, chat and play cards.

"Okay." Melissa lowered her head, muttered, and then slapped a piece of stewed beef.

After a while of silence, she suddenly remembered something and quickly looked up and said:

"Mrs. Shoder next door asked the maid to send her a business card, hoping to visit us formally on Sunday afternoon, 4:00 tomorrow afternoon, and get to know our new neighbors."

"Ms. Shawd?" Klein looked at his brother and sister in total confusion.

Benson tapped his fingers on the edge of the dining table, as if he was thinking:

"Mrs. Shawd, No. 4 Narcissus Street? I have met her husband and is a senior affairs lawyer."

"Senior affairs lawyer... maybe he knows Selena's brother." Melissa said with a little joy.

We are No. 2 Daffodil Street… Klein nodded slightly and said:

"It is necessary to know the neighbors, but you know, I still have to go to the security company on Sunday and can only rest on Monday. I'm sorry to Mrs. Shawd for me."

Speaking of this, he remembered his neighbors when he was a child in his previous life, and his neighbors when he lived in the Iron Cross Street Apartment, and sighed with a funny look:

"Semi-formal visits... shouldn't neighbors naturally know and contact?"

"Haha, Klein, you don't understand. You've read a lot of newspapers recently, but have not been exposed to magazines that are offered to families and women. They call families between 100 and 1,000 pounds a year the middle class, proclaiming that this is the support of the entire kingdom, and praising the middle class for the arrogance of nobility and rich, and not as rude as the low-income class."

Benson explained relaxed and pleasantly, "These magazines simplify many rituals between nobles' interactions as a symbol of the middle class. The difference between intimate visits, semi-formal visits and formal visits comes from here."

As he said that, he shook his head and laughed:

"Generally speaking, gentlemen, ladies and ladies of this class will pay special attention to similar details. Their visits to neighbors and friends are from 2 to 6 p.m., called morning visits."

"Morning visit?" Klein and Melissa asked in surprise.

What is a morning visit from 2 to 6 pm?

Benson put down his knife and fork, spread his hands and smiled:

"I don't know why, I just read a few magazines brought by my female colleagues. Well, maybe it's because I'm going to visit in a morning dress..."

The original morning dress was a mass, a dress at the gathering, and later it was a day dress, which was different from an evening dress.

"Well, remember to buy some good coffee powder and tea tomorrow morning, and then buy some small muffins and lemon cakes from Mrs. Slin. You can't be rude in front of your neighbors." Klein laughed, dipped the remaining bread with gravy, put it in the potatoes, and put it in your mouth.

…………

The next day, Sunday morning.

After drinking his last sip of bad tea, Klein put down the newspaper, put on a half-height silk top hat, took a black silver-inlaid stick, slowly walked out of the gate, and arrived at Zotland Street in a public carriage.

He greeted Luo Shan, who had just finished his night and was planning to sleep in the lounge, and walked down and came to the underground.

At the corner, he met a member of the Night Stand-Official Team, Luo Yao and Laiting.

This is a very cold-looking lady with long eyebrows, big eyes, and black and smooth hair like silk.

"Good morning, Ms. Leding." Klein said with a smile.

Luo Yao looked at him with his dark blue eyes and nodded invisibly.

When the two passed by, Luo Yao suddenly stopped and looked ahead and said:

“Ritual magic is a very dangerous thing.”

Ah... Klein was stunned for a moment, and when he turned his body, he could only see the other person's back as he walked away.

"Thank you." He frowned and shouted softly at Luo Yao Laiting's back.

Turning left, he soon saw Old Neil in the Arsenal Guard Room and Bright, who shouldn't have appeared here.

"Let's go, go to my house. I've already received the corresponding materials, and Bright also promised to help me guard." Old Neil said with a smile.

Klein was surprised:

“Not here?”

Old Neil held the silver box and tickled:

“There is no space for practicing ritual magic here.”

Klein didn't ask any more questions and followed Old Neil back to the ground. Then the two of them took a public carriage and headed all the way to the suburbs of the North District.

Old Neil's home is a single-family house, with roses, golden mint and other "materials" planted in the garden in front.

As soon as I entered, there was a carpeted porch with two high-back chairs and an umbrella stand.

Through the porch is a spacious living room with light-colored wallpaper on the walls, dark brown on the floor, small carpets with printed patterns in the middle, and a round table with a heavy texture.

The round table is surrounded by comfortable benches, seats, and a piano.

"My deceased wife loves music very much." Old Neil pointed to the piano and mentioned casually, "The sofa and coffee table are in the living room... Let's have our ritual magic today in the living room."

"Okay." Klein replied somewhat restrainedly.

Old Neil put down the silver box and smiled:

"I will first demonstrate a ritual magic to you, and you pay attention to observation and memory."

While speaking, he took out a piece of imitation parchment from the silver box and painted strange patterns on it with specially prepared black ink with quiet fragrance.

Klein looked and looked again and found that Old Neil seemed, probably, might be drawing a bill!

After Old Neil filled in the corresponding number "30" and the corresponding "pound" symbol, Klein could no longer control himself and asked in confusion and confusion:

"Mr. Neil, what kind of ritual magic are you going to perform?"

Old Neil coughed twice and replied very seriously:

"I'm going to use magic to deal with that 30 pounds debt today."

This is OK? Klein's eyes widened and his mouth was half open.
Chapter completed!