Klein, who had been running around all day yesterday and experienced two high-intensity battles, squinted his eyes under the sunshine at noon. After turning over a few times, he forced himself to get up from the bed and looked at the table beside the bed with sleepy eyes.
, that silver pocket watch that had gone through several repairs, I tried to take a concentrated look at it.
"It's already 12:30?" Klein's waist suddenly exerted force, and he jumped up from the not spacious bed. He hurriedly put on another formal suit - the one he wore yesterday was scratched in many places.
It was stained with a lot of stains and blood spots, so Klein planned to send it to a tailor for repair and starch washing.
After I get it back, I must report this "maintenance fee" to the captain. This is a reimbursable "work-related injury"... The corners of Klein's mouth turned up slightly and he tied it up leisurely.
The last few buttons.
He picked up the trivial objects placed on the bedside, put the silver pocket watch, occult props, and the paper and pen he carried with him back to their usual places in an orderly manner, and finally carefully put them under his arm.
He carefully put away the banknotes that smelled of ink in his gun bag.
After doing everything, he put on a relaxed smile, walked out of the room, went straight to the restaurant on the first floor, and greeted Benson and Melissa who had already started dining:
"Good morning, the weather is nice today."
Melissa, who was sipping the thick soup in the bowl, frowned slightly, raised her head and retorted:
"It's noon now Klein."
Klein smiled and curled his lips, skillfully moved to his seat, pulled out the chair, sat down, and said with a smile:
"Maybe I'm a little dizzy from sleeping and I'm not quite awake yet. Of course, it's more likely that I'm hungry."
"Klein, what time did you come back yesterday?"
"I really couldn't bear it, so I went to bed early yesterday." Benson, who was holding the newspaper beside him, lowered his wrist slightly and asked softly.
Not yesterday, but what time did I come back today? When I came home, I could even see the sun... Klein pretended to be casual and took a bite of the soft white bread first, then chewed it.
While eating the bread, he replied:
"Yesterday, the company had a more important task. A batch of relatively rare antiques came in. I need to do the identification and statistics work overnight."
"Does your company always exploit employees like this?" Melissa's slightly frowned brows tightened, and her slender eyebrows were raised into a straight line.
Girl, life is always like this, and as a little girl, you can be more "innocent" and don't always have to act so mature... Klein thought for a while and pulled out a more exaggerated smile.
He said like a "clown":
"Actually, this is not a bad thing. For example, it recently brought me good news."
Melissa, who had a droopy face at first, suddenly became energetic and put down the spoon in her hand. Even Benson, who had just smiled and watched his brothers and sisters chatting without saying a word, also straightened his body.
Not a bad reaction... Klein then said in that "clown"-like, slightly exaggerated tone:
"Isn't our company connected with the Police Department? I have now passed the Police Department's assessment and received additional subsidies. To put it simply..."
"My weekly salary has doubled, now it's six pounds a week!"
"Six pounds?" Melissa, who had always been relatively calm, suddenly called out, surprised and shocked.
Benson, who was sitting opposite Melissa, put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled helplessly, leaned on the back of the chair, touched his hairline and said with a smile:
"Knowledge, haha, I really should change my job."
Klein looked at his brother who looked a little lonely hidden in his happiness. His mouth was slightly open. Just as he was about to comfort him, he heard Melissa's excited voice. Then he turned around and saw Melissa straightening up with a face full of joy.
.
"If you can have an income of six pounds a week, excluding normal expenses, you can accumulate enough wealth in just two or three years, which is comparable to the wealth that can meet the minimum standards for a gentleman's marriage. In this way, even if you want to marry a wealthy man,
It's not impossible for a good lady, well, Elizabeth once helped me calculate this..."
At the end of the sentence, Melissa looked at the expressions of her two brothers and her cheerful voice subsided.
Why is it me again, Elizabeth, oh, a young child... Klein smiled awkwardly, turned his head towards Benson without any trace, and asked in a calm voice:
"How have you been studying grammar lately?"
Benson was stunned for a moment, then "understood" what Klein meant, and responded with a smile:
"I've been studying very hard recently. Although I may not be at your level, I should have no problem coping with similar exams."
When Klein listened to Benson's reply, the smile on his lips became even wider, and he said with a bright smile:
"It's really hard to work hard. If you really pass the exam that may come, or find a better job, well, you can think about getting married."
After speaking, Klein symbolically gestured to his hairline.
Benson, who was originally smiling, suddenly froze on the spot. His usually sarcastic mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he could not utter a word. There was even an unusual blush on his face.
Melissa, who was a little disappointed, suddenly cheered up and looked at Benson who was stagnant in place with her bright eyes.
Klein, who had succeeded in his little abacus, smiled, lowered his head, took a taste of the especially sweet soup, and said calmly:
"Actually, there is no need to be so anxious. We can first improve the quality of life, just like what magazines and newspapers say, for example, fix the bread on the table to white bread in the future, and then go to other restaurants to try it
Food, people should enjoy life."
Melissa, who was about to say something to Benson, was suddenly attracted to her attention again, turned her head, and her two small eyebrows were wrinkled again.
This is the right way to be more lively, so that she looks like a cute underage girl instead of a precocious "mother"... Klein's "trick" succeeded, and he lowered his head and calmly took a sip of milky white
The thick soup makes the smile on the face more obvious.
............
On Monday morning, at the border of Backlund and Queens District, Xio and Forsi, who had just received the transaction details from Miss Audrey's "messenger", were sitting on the hired carriage. One was leaning against the cushions with his eyes slightly closed, and the other was dazed.
Then he looked out the window at the people walking with blazing eyes, and kept muttering the words "450 pounds" in his mouth.
"Hugh, don't read it anymore. Miss Audrey made it very clear in the letter that only by discovering the whereabouts of Chillinges can we get the 450 pounds. But now, we don't even have a general direction. We only have a general direction.
I can be busy searching for my purpose.”
Xio, who was carefully examining every pedestrian passing by outside the car, turned his head, looked at his live-in friend, and said seriously:
"That's why we should intensify our search efforts."
"Forsi, for us, 450 pounds is a huge amount of money."
Forsi twisted his body hard, raised his head to the sky, looked at the roof of the car and said:
"But you have already spent a lot of money on East District gangsters. With Qilingers' hiding ability, we may not be able to find him until he is caught. In the end, we will have to give the money in vain to those in the East District...
....”
"Wait a minute, gangster! Didn't Darkholm come to us today?" Suddenly, Xio suddenly leaned her head over and said loudly to Forsi.
"Yeah... right..." Forsi jumped up and sat up straight, frowning as he recalled, "I really didn't receive his letter today."
Xio lowered his head and thought about it, then suggested:
"Go directly to his house? It's faster."
Forsi fiddled with the messy brown curly hair that was rubbed due to his lazy sitting posture, and skillfully moved it behind his ears.
"Okay, as long as it doesn't delay my lunch."
Seeing that his cohabiting friend agreed to his proposal, Xio immediately turned to the driver who was driving the carriage in front and shouted:
"Stop at the bus stop in Backlund Bridge area, so you don't have to go to the apartment area."
Ten minutes later, after Xio paid the fare for the hired carriage, the two girls transferred to a public carriage full of passengers. They were able to squeeze into a seat thanks to the majesty of Xio's "arbiter".
After a bumpy ride, we arrived in the East District of Backlund and went straight to Duckholm's home, which was located in a better building.
The gang leader who controls many beggars and thieves in the East District of Backlund lives in a townhouse located in a narrow alley. It is a relatively neat house with only green leaves growing on the walls.
The plants cover the original light yellow wall.
Xio carefully scanned the quiet streets around him. After confirming that there was no one around, he walked softly to the door, raised his right hand, and gently opened the closed door with a unique rhythm.
Squeak, the door that originally seemed closed suddenly opened slowly and slowly, revealing the dim inner courtyard behind the door.
Xio, who was already a little wary, suddenly opened his eyes wide and took out the three-pointed thorn he carried with him.
Forsi, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, looked at Xio's slightly nervous movements, frowned slightly, and followed him with a light step. He didn't know when a silver-white dagger appeared in his hand.
Xio glanced at his friend who was close to him, and a trace of heaviness flashed in his dark green eyes. Forsi nodded slowly, followed Xio's steps, the two of them stayed close to the body and went deep together.
Darkholm's home.
They did not smell any strange smell, so they boldly avoided the obstruction of the foyer and entered deeper into the living room.
This! Forsi turned her head abruptly and looked at Xiu, who was next to her shoulder. She saw the same shock in her friend's eyes.
In the messy living room, a bunch of bleeding internal organs were spread out on the coffee table. On the gas chandelier directly above, a pale arm that had been violently severed was dripping with blood, and drops of scarlet blood were dripping.
Blood splashed on his internal organs.
On the surrounding coat racks and on the floor with slash marks everywhere, strips of meat were hung randomly, surrounded by a pile of bones at the door of the bedroom.
And above the white bones, there is the head of Darkholm, who usually has a round face and a friendly smile!
Forsi felt the tremor coming from her shoulders, and hurriedly reached out to support Xio, who was trembling with disgust at the sight. She looked around cautiously and said in a deep voice:
"Zillinges did this?"
Xiu closed her eyes that were slightly bloodshot due to facial twitching, resisted the urge rising in her throat, and said with a solemn expression:
"Probably, the gangsters in the East District wouldn't go so far."
Forsi's tense nerves were suddenly touched, and following the guidance of his spiritual intuition, he subconsciously looked behind him.
I saw a man with a unique wide chin standing by the window, slowly walking towards Xio and Forsi. His eyes were a strange light gold color, and his needle-shaped vertical pupils were extremely indifferent. They were originally empty.
A layer of dark golden fine scales instantly appeared on his right hand.
As soon as Forsi's thoughts changed, he raised his free left hand and without waiting for a moment to react, he directly bit down a dark blue rough stone on a silver bracelet on his left wrist with his teeth.
She hurriedly shouted in ancient Hermes:
"Door!"
A burst of illusory light blue light burst out from the rough stone full of burn marks, enveloping the two ladies relying on each other.
Qilingos subconsciously blocked his eyes. When the light disappeared, he was the only one left in the living room, staring blankly into Darkholm's empty eyes.