Moreover, I also paid an extra contribution for the Joker's formula... This was all caused by my attempt to claim the credit twice... Forget it, I can't find an opportunity to say that I actually have the Joker's potion formula recently... Klein took a breath and tried to force a smile.

“I hope the examination goes smoothly.”

He fully supported Dunn's decision to let him go back to continue guarding Chanis Gate, because he not only lacked professional capabilities in surveillance and investigation, but also failed to meet the passing standards in frontal combat.

In the field of shooting, he is considered good compared to ordinary policemen, but all the team members are extraordinary people with improved physical fitness. Even if they are not sharpshooters, they are not much different.

As for close combat, Klein was only at the entry level.

Simply put, even with the sleeping spell, the good sleep spell and the dream spell, he is still an auxiliary extraordinary person. It is easy for him to deal with ordinary people, but once he encounters someone of the same kind who is good at fighting, it will be quite dangerous.

Once I advance to Sequence 8 and become a "clown" who is good at skill-based combat and may master a small number of spells, I will be able to complete ordinary extraordinary tasks on my own... Well, if I can successfully steal the power of the Sealed Artifact "3-0782" and create the "Yangyan Talisman", it will be even more perfect. It is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong... Klein thought expectantly and walked slowly back to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Until the next morning, when he finished his shift and left Chanis Gate, the Night Watch Team's surveillance of Hood Eugen in the asylum still failed to obtain any useful clues. For the time being, they could only hope for the so-called informant's internal investigation.

After returning home, Klein quietly finished his breakfast, lay back in his bedroom, and slept until noon.

He woke up naturally, washed up quickly, and walked to the first floor smelling the aroma of food.

"Melissa is preparing lunch?" Klein looked at Benson who was reading a newspaper in the living room.

Benson put down the newspaper and said:

"Yes, she had a guest visiting today. I asked her to chat with the guest while I prepared lunch. But she didn't trust my cooking skills and dragged the guest into the kitchen. This was very rude."

Benson, you noticed Melissa's dislike for your cooking so quickly... Klein suppressed his smile, walked towards the single sofa, and asked casually:

"Melissa's guest?"

"Yes, you should know Elizabeth, whom you met at Selina's birthday party." Benson leaned back and continued to read the newspaper comfortably.

Not only had I met her at the birthday dinner... She actually came to visit... Klein's expression froze slightly, and he turned sideways to look at the kitchen door.

Just then, Melissa came out with a plate, followed by Elizabeth, who was also wearing an apron.

"Klein, are you awake? I was just about to call you." Melissa happily placed the meaty plate on the dining table. "This is Elizabeth, you know her."

"Hello, Klein." Elizabeth, who had a cute chubby face, greeted with a bright smile.

Klein responded gently and politely.

After the two of them finished greeting each other, Melissa blinked and said very seriously:

"Elizabeth will follow us to the 'Association for Helping Domestic Servants'. Their family employs several servants and has extensive experience in this area. They can provide us with some reference advice."

"In fact, we have already drawn up the requirements for selecting a maid for odd jobs. Please listen to it and see if there is anything you need to add."

Melissa wiped her hands on her apron, took out a piece of paper from the pocket of her housecoat, unfolded it and read:

“1. Good health.”

“2. Hardworking and responsible.”

“3. Good at cooking.”

“4. Be quiet and don’t make noise.”

“5. Simple family background.”

"6. Ordinary appearance."

…

The requirements were read out one after another. Klein and Benson listened with their mouths half open and blank eyes. They had never thought that just hiring a maid to do odd jobs would cause so much trouble.

“Melissa, weren’t you against hiring a maid to do odd jobs?” Klein asked subconsciously after his sister stopped talking.

Melissa pursed her lips and nodded solemnly:

"Yes, I object, but since my objection is invalid, I think we must do this well, and to do something well, we must be well prepared in advance. Um, do you have anything to add?"

"No!" Klein and Benson shook their heads at the same time, causing Elizabeth to cover her mouth and snicker.

After lunch, the four of them took a public horse-drawn carriage to the "Association for Helping Domestic Servants in Tingen" on Champagne Street.

This is actually very similar to the "housekeeping company" that Klein knew in his previous life, but it has a semi-charitable nature. On the one hand, they register the personal information and work requirements of various servants, which makes it easier for employers to choose and increases the possibility of employment for the recipients. On the other hand, they will organize some basic training to improve the work ability of the recipients.

Part of their maintenance funds come from charitable organizations, and part is additional payments from employers. Relying on their aggregation, integrity, convenience and organization, they quickly force individual agents to either join or change careers.

After entering the association, Klein and his companions were immediately warmly received. A young woman in a light yellow ruffled dress led them to sit on the sofa and asked with a smile:

"Is there anything I can do to help you guys?"

"We need to hire a maid for odd jobs." At this time, Benson was pushed to the front by his younger brother and sister.

"Do you have any specific requirements?" the young lady asked skillfully.

Benson carefully recalled the comparison between his cooking skills and Klein's, and said earnestly:

“Good at cooking.”

"Good at cooking?" The young lady frowned slightly and said, "To be honest, none of the maids are good at cooking. Why don't you hire a chef? If you need female chefs, we have quite a few in our association."

"Is there no maid who is good at cooking among the handymen?" Seeing that her request encountered setbacks at the very beginning, Melissa couldn't help but interrupt and asked.

The young lady nodded and answered affirmatively:

"The maids who do odd jobs are either the daughters of low-level laborers or girls from the countryside. The cooking skills they have access to are quite poor. Even after simple training from the association, the best they can do is to ensure that the food they cook will not make people sick."

"..." Melissa was silent for a moment, and finally understood what it meant that plans could not keep up with changes.

"This is really a pity." Benson thought for a moment and organized his words, "Perhaps we can change the requirements to: willing and able to learn cooking."

Not bad, Benson's brain works really fast... No need for me to interrupt... Klein sat next to him, holding a cane in one hand and a hat in the other, looking relaxed and comfortable.

"That's no problem. During the cooking training, we will record the girls who perform outstandingly." The young lady smiled professionally, "Any other requirements?"

“Yes.” Feeling Melissa’s gaze, Benson swallowed, took out the paper from his pocket, and read it one by one.

The young woman listened in a daze, and it took a long time before she responded:

"I, I will go and screen the information and recommend you some maids who meet the requirements. You don't have to rush to make a decision. Pick two to four first. I will lead them to your home for a trial run, and then decide who to hire. Of course, this will cost you a little more to pay to the association, and you will also need to prepare the ingredients yourself."

"Okay." Benson folded the papers and nodded politely.

The young woman stood up, walked two steps into the office, turned back, and said with a wry smile:

"Can you give me that piece of paper? I'm afraid I missed your request..."

"No problem." Benson replied, trying not to laugh.

After a while, the young lady in the light yellow dress came out with a stack of information and gave it to Benson to choose from.

These data include the maid's real name, year of birth, family situation, facial features, physical condition, past experience, relevant characteristics and expected salary.

While Benson and Melissa were carefully looking through the documents, Elizabeth approached Klein and asked in a low voice:

"Don't you have any requests?"

“Yes, but it’s not specific enough,” Klein said casually.

Elizabeth became more interested:

"So what would you choose?"

Klein chuckled and pointed at the pendulum hidden in his left sleeve.

"Of course, I wrote down the corresponding sentences, eliminated them one by one, and divined the one who would be the most suitable to be our maid."

"..." Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, and after more than ten seconds she nodded in confusion, "The simplest and most effective way... I actually forgot that you are..."

She didn't finish her words because Melissa keenly noticed that the two were whispering and looked over at her.

Melissa took a deep look at her best friend and brother, and looked as if she was thinking.

Hey, sister, don't misunderstand! We are just communicating normally... Klein coughed twice, took some of the information and flipped through it.

Soon, they finalized three candidates, with prices ranging from 4 soli 8 pence to 5 soli 2 pence per week.

Instead of suppressing the wages of the handyman, Benson seriously discussed with the young lady the extra money that needed to be paid to the association.

After some friendly negotiations, he successfully changed this part of the fee from two weeks' salary for the handyman maid to one week's salary, but he had to pay an additional 1 soli for the association's carriage fee for bringing the handyman maid to try out housekeeping.

After finalizing the matter, Elizabeth said goodbye and left, and the three siblings took a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.

Along the way, Klein felt very uncomfortable under Melissa's scrutiny. As soon as he entered the house, he went straight to the second floor.

"Klein." Melissa called out to him and said in a serious tone after repeated consideration, "If you want to get engaged to Elizabeth, you need to work harder. Her father is an import and export businessman, and her mother is a baronet, which is often called a lord's daughter..."

Wait, engagement? When did it happen? Klein looked at his sister in confusion.

How much has she worried about this?

PS: Please give me a monthly ticket for the second update