"Three pounds a week for those who are brave enough, is anyone here?" Ian looked around, his bright red eyes flashing across the faces of every bounty hunter he could see, faintly revealing expectations.
There were about fifty bounty hunters crowded in the not-so-crowded tavern, but no one stood up at this time, with obvious hesitation on their faces and hesitant eyes.
After all, if you look at the requirements of the commission alone, the content of this young man's commission is too similar to that of the Zigman Party, and people have to make connections.
For a moment, the entire tavern was suddenly silent, and then the usual noise returned, ignoring the client who proposed a high salary.
The young man with a tired face looked away little by little, his disappointed look blocked by his drooping eyelashes, and his thin body in the shabby coat became even more stooped.
He hesitated for a while, then handed a few bills to the bartender on duty, pressed his felt hat, and prepared to leave.
In the past few days, he and his employer, or master, Mr. Zerrell, have been hunted by the Zigman Party people without stopping, and they have always been on the verge of life and death. Even this commission
, they all relied on a sealed artifact to find the opportunity.
"Can you consider five pounds a week?" Just as Ian watched the bartender casually post his commission on the wall and was about to leave, a mellow voice stopped him.
This voice... whose memory was touched, Ian quickly turned around, and his bright red eyes reflected the figure of Sherlock Moriarty, who had an mature temperament, a slightly receding hairline, and deep eyes.
"This gentleman..." He was slightly surprised, and then his nerves tightened quickly. Ian was instinctively worried about whether it was a trap. He hesitated and asked, taking advantage of the blind spot created by the dislocation of his body, he silently stretched his right hand towards the shabby coat.
Inside the shoulder bag.
A divination has been done and the danger has been confirmed. Klein, who has grown taller in his shoes, is looking down at the guarded young man in front of him. The corner of his mouth is slightly raised, and he seems to be relaxed:
"As an acquaintance, I think this is a fair price. How about we talk outside. We can sit down and talk slowly."
Ian, who had already put his finger on the revolver trigger, carefully examined it several times, straightened his back, and moved his satchel forward with a natural expression:
"No problem, I just want to thank you. How about we leave the East District? It's too messy here to talk about things."
"Okay, I happen to be a little hungry, let's have lunch together." Following the next topic, Klein turned around casually, keeping a distance of two meters from Ian, and walked out of the bar casually, with ice blue eyes.
Some discoloration in sunlight.
...
Within the Hillstown area.
Klein, who was disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, and Ian, who was dressed incompatibly with the surroundings, were sitting in a cafe on the street. On the street were gentlemen wearing various dark formal suits, and most of them had leather bags under their arms.
The coming and going gives people an intuitive sense of urgency.
"Why do you think of choosing a place like this? Let's agree first. The employer should be responsible for the expenses incurred when negotiating the employment price." Klein, who was putting his left leg on his right leg with a lazy and casual posture, looked out the window at the fifth floor.
In the foreign-style house, the line of sight falls on the standing sign on the roof, which is somewhat divergent.
Upon hearing this, Ian, who was chewing bread with restraint, froze, the muscles on his face twitched unnaturally, and his eyes turned upward.
He suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He hurriedly picked up the milk next to him, drank it several times, and took a deep breath.
"This is the economic center of Loen. Even plateau people who don't care about their lives would not dare to openly attack here."
"Especially recently, for some unknown reason, members of the military and intelligence agencies have suddenly increased their efforts to protect this area. However, this can also be used in reverse to protect themselves."
"Realistically speaking, Hillston should be the safest place outside of Queens."
MI9 has strengthened its protection here?
I remember that they should be jointly operating with the Nighthawks to track down the human trafficking conspiracy of the Psychological Alchemy Society and the Aurora Society...
Thinking of the last piece of information he learned from official channels before leaving the Nighthawks, Klein did not think that within a month, MI9, which had precious human resources, would frequently change its plans. Most of its energy now should still be on the population.
On the trafficking case.
Generally speaking, the mobilization of MI9 is directly handled by the royal family at the top of the military. This operation is a joint operation between the Zhengshen Church and the military agencies, and involves the coming of evil gods and the creation of large-scale terrorist incidents.
Conspiracy should not be randomly occupied by other events.
Could it be said that the human trafficking of the Psychological Alchemy Society and the Aurora Society has even involved some large financial institutions in the Hillston area, and MI9, which is better at investigating in this area, is collecting evidence to prevent the relevant personnel from escaping?
Lost in thought, Klein slowly rubbed his chin to retract his thoughts, made a look of approval, and nodded slightly:
"It's very thoughtful. If you can agree to my request of five pounds a week, I think I can accept the commission now."
"I can't agree to your request directly. You know, I can't be the real client. Even the current meal money needs to be paid by myself." Seeing the gentle attitude of the other party, Ian did not let go.
Silently wiping the jam that he accidentally rubbed on, he pretended to hesitate.
This is a miserable child. He has done such a dangerous job, but no one has even reimbursed him... Suddenly recalling that he had taken advantage of various loopholes to get reimbursed under the guidance of Old Neil, Klein's heart trembled, and the corner of his mouth trembled.
The smile is even brighter and brighter.
"Then I have no choice but to give up. I saw the new bounty hunter hired by the Zigman Party. She is very dangerous. I won't risk my life for money." Klein leaned back on the chair and took out a
With his hands in his pockets, he moved lazily, picking up the coffee in front of him for the first time, enduring the bitter taste, and took a sip.
"I can probably guess why the conditions proposed by you and the executioners of the Zigman Party are so similar, and I can probably guess why you issued the mission immediately after they left."
"To be honest, this is not a wise choice. With such a similar request, most people will think of the plateau gangsters who also issued the mission just now, and will not choose to go head-to-head with them."
"Although most bounty hunters will take on some dirty work, they also have families and will not risk the lives of their families in vain for a seemingly high-paying commission."
"But fortunately, I have nothing worth worrying about now, and I need money urgently, so five pounds a week is my last request."
Recalling the speaking skills he had learned, combined with his experience, Klein kept putting pressure on Ian with a relaxed tone, giving people a sense of cynicism.
This was his sudden decision.
Because in Backlund, you may still meet acquaintances who recognize you, and the magical items you use to disguise yourself cannot completely change your appearance. Some of your facial features are still obvious. If you add some habits in life and work,
, it is not impossible to be contacted by some sensitive people and reveal the identity behind the mask.
Therefore, he plans to once again perfect his character design of Sherlock Moriarty, making this identity that inherits the title of detective and criminal master more deviate from Klein's own character and make a difference.
Compared with "Cline Moretti" who is a little clever but still very kind on the whole, "Sherlock Moriarty" has fewer constraints and can do whatever he wants... his smile is getting bigger and bigger
The brilliant Klein silently turned on his spiritual vision, observing the emotional changes of the big boy opposite him, and planning to continue to exert pressure.
"I can pay you five pounds a day." Just when Klein was about to speak, a man with tawny hair who was spiritually restrained and sitting far away from Ian slowly stood up and lowered his voice and said, "Extraordinary
It’s worth the price.”
He turned his neck slightly, moved his chin towards Ian, motioning for him to get out of the way, and then sat opposite Klein.
"Are you an extraordinary person of the 'Death' path?"
"Death"? With the help of "Joker"'s ability, Klein nodded silently without letting himself make any unnecessary expressions, which was regarded as acquiescing to the other party's judgment.
At the same time, he swept his sight under his spiritual vision state, and as expected, saw a relatively weak spirit with a low sense of presence in the other party's shadow.
However, this kind of clumsy operation should not be an Extraordinary of the "God of Death" path. It is probably because he has a "Psychic" level sealed object on his body... Klein's inspiration moved slightly and he remembered what was in the left pocket of his coat.
The Azik Bronze Whistle calmly changed its sitting posture, no longer deliberately restraining its spirituality, but trying to cover up the aura of this item with its own overflowing spirituality.
Suddenly, he saw the man opposite him nodding his head in approval and leaning back.
"The response is quick. We still have to hide our aura outside, especially in front of those annoying official extraordinary people."
"My name is Zerrell, I am a detective, and I am currently investigating a document stolen by the Zigman Party."
"The weekly salary is five pounds a day. How about we sign an agreement and the settlement will be settled one week from now?"
As he said that, Detective Zerrell took out a piece of paper with a gentle smell from the inside of his coat, roughly wrote the details of the employment with a pen, placed it lightly on the table, pressed it and handed it to Klein.
"This is a contract made by a 'notary public'. It has little binding force, but I think it should still be quite a deterrent to the extraordinary people who are on the path of the 'god of death'."
"This is an industry rule. After all, I can't confirm whether you are an undercover sent by the other side, or whether you will betray me in the future. This is a safe method for both of us."
"That's true. At least I don't have to worry about no one paying me wages." Klein responded to the joke very familiarly. He picked up the pen, roughly looked at the content, and signed his name.
"Sherlock Moriarty." Detective Zerrell glanced at this unfamiliar name, without thinking much, he immediately instilled spirituality and activated this item similar to a charm.
This seemingly ordinary piece of paper suddenly burst into colorless flames, and golden lines appeared on the surface. The written words disappeared bit by bit, as if they were secretly connected to some kind of rules.
Klein silently observed the changes in this object. From the perspective of his spiritual vision, the golden lines were connected into one, and then he felt a flow of heat slipping through his body and entrenching himself deep in his spiritual body.
Direct damage to the spirit body?
No wonder Detective Zerrell is so sure that the extraordinary people who are on the "God of Death" path are afraid of breach of contract. After all, the best way to eliminate the undead is the magic of the "sun" field. If the breach of contract is made, the damage that will directly erupt in the spirit body may be directly
Can take away weaker Beyonders.
It's a pity that I am a "clown", and I estimate that as long as I last use the gray mist, the power of the gray mist itself will completely wash away the constraints of this contract... Klein is still smiling and indifferent
Looks like that, with a mellow voice:
"Okay, from now on, you will be my employer for one week."
"Now I want to ask, what exactly are we going to do?"
As if he was still congratulating himself that the other party signed the "notarial deed" so easily, Detective Zerrell did not react for a moment. After being stunned for a moment, he made a move to Ian next to him and replied in a low voice:
"To find a stolen document."
Stolen documents?
Seemingly sensing Klein's doubts, Detective Zerrell thought for a moment and was not trying to sell the truth.
"I originally planned to take advantage of the fact that the Zigman Party lost my assistant and hire a bounty hunter to confuse the public."
"But now, we have two Beyonders, and we are not afraid of them at all, so I chose to take the opportunity to regain the information on the document that was stolen by them."
"There is only one Beyonder in the Zigman Party, a newly promoted Sequence Nine. We go directly to their collaborator, Nicholas Babbage, the boss of Tasok River United Industries."
"He has information related to that document. They have been eyeing that document for a long time."
"Can I know what document it is?" Klein ignored Zerrell's scrutinizing gaze, turned his head slightly, and said to himself, "After all, if I happened to obtain the information related to that document, but because I didn't know
What is it specifically about, and then just ignore it, and miss the mission goal, which is probably a pity.”
"No, that document is very conspicuous. Even if it is relevant information, it will have very obvious characteristics." Zerrell rejected Klein's application and spoke quickly, "You only need to know that it is a high-precision instrument.
Just the relevant documents will do, its name is definitely something you have never heard of."
Never heard of it, precision instruments?
As a resident of the information age, "Cline Moretti" raised his left eyebrow slightly and couldn't help but become curious about the items described by his employer.
"Babbage, is this name a coincidence? It couldn't be the Difference Engine, right?"
He said nothing, with an indifferent expression on his old and mature face and a slight shrug.
"You are the boss, I listen to you."
............
Backlund West District, No. 27, Hong Maple Street.
In the exquisitely decorated living room, Nicholas Babbage, who was tall and wore a formal suit with dark patterns embroidered on it, put down the cigar in his hand and pushed the identity documents and other documents spread out on the table back to the opposite side, his voice revealing
Visible fatigue.
"Mr. Evans, given your family's good reputation, I choose to believe in your ability."
"I hope you can help me block the harassment of those villains and keep those barbaric plateau people away from my family. As long as you can do this, I can pay you a commission of 800 pounds a week."
Sitting on the sofa opposite, Dunn, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a strong bookish air, immediately sat upright, looked into old Babbage's cloudy eyes, his eyes were firm, and he said solemnly:
"I will be worthy of the price you offer, thank you for your trust in me."