After pouring some coffee, Klein returned to the armory to pick up the thick stack of historical materials and the drafts of the explanations compiled by Old Neil. He followed the gas lamps on the wall and turned towards the stairs leading to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Tap, tap, tap. The sound of footsteps echoed in the sealed and empty underground.

Klein walked up the spiral staircase, opened the door, took a quick look, and headed straight for the second office opposite.

After two days of familiarization, he had roughly figured out the layout of the Blackthorn Security Company:

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a spacious reception hall with a set of sofas, tables and chairs. A partition leads to the inner area. The three rooms on the left side of the corridor, from near to far, are Mrs. Orianna's accounting office, a lounge with several sofa-like beds, and the stairs leading to the underground.

The three rooms on the right, from near to far, are Captain Dunn Smith's office, the clerical staff office equipped with a typewriter, and the entertainment room for the official members of the Nighthawks.

Klein had seen Leonard Mitchell playing cards with two other team members in the recreation room before. He guessed it was Landlord. Of course, Emperor Roselle had renamed it "Fighting Evil", but the gameplay was no different from what Klein knew.

Brett would have a day to catch up on his sleep after his night shift. Roshan stayed at the reception desk. Cecil Francis, who was responsible for purchasing and applying for supplies and working as a part-time coachman, was out as usual. When Klein pushed open the door of the clerical office, the three desks inside were all empty, with purely mechanical typewriters quietly placed there.

"Ackerson's 1346 typewriter..." Klein whispered. He had seen similar items in his mentor's office and Welch's home. He felt that the vaguely visible complex control system was full of mechanical beauty.

He walked to the desk with a typewriter and sat down. After thinking for a while, he tried virtual typing.

At the beginning, he always instinctively processed it into pinyin, and only after he became familiar with it did he "digest" the corresponding memory fragments of the original owner and no longer make mistakes.

Ta, da, da!

The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard sounded like a hard piece of music from metal and industry. Accompanied by this melody, Klein quickly prepared the documents for applying for funding.

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

Nearing noon, he stretched his neck, put away his materials, and reviewed and consolidated what he had learned in the morning based on the draft of the "Mysticism Course".

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

Dunn was waiting for lunch to be delivered. When he saw the documents Klein handed over, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he said:

"Old Neil taught you?"

“Yeah.” Klein betrayed Old Neil without any hesitation.

Dunn picked up the dark red pen and signed his name quickly:

"I just happened to be applying for funds for July, August, and September from the church and the county police department. I'll include yours in the application. Once it's approved, I'll ask Mrs. Orianna to withdraw the funds. The pendulum will be available this afternoon."

"Okay." Klein replied concisely and forcefully.

His tone and eyes were filled with obvious joy.

Before leaving, he casually asked:

“Shouldn’t the funding for July, August, and September have been applied for in June?”

How can you apply for July's funding in July?

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

"I encountered three cases in a row in June. I was so busy that some things were forgotten."

As expected of a captain with a poor memory... Klein knew he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked. He laughed dryly and hurried out.

In this way, he began a simple and regular life: half an hour of meditation in the early morning, two hours of mysticism courses in the morning, one and a half hours of historical data mastery, and after lunch, a short nap in the lounge to restore his energy.

Next, get the bullets and go to the "Shooting Club" to practice. After the practice, take a walk to Welch's residence which is not far away, change the route and walk back to Iron Cross Street. This way you can save a public carriage fare. If you still have free time, you can practice skills such as clairvoyance and pendulum, and buy some vegetables by the way.

…………

Inside a private chemistry laboratory equipped with complete instruments and supplies.

Audrey, who was tall and had smooth blonde hair, stared into the cup in her hand, and saw countless bubbles coming out, making the atmosphere peaceful.

Eventually, the liquid in the cup settled into a viscous silver-white liquid.

"Haha, I do have a talent for mysticism. I succeeded in one try! I was worried about failure before, so I prepared two sets of materials!" The girl said to herself happily.

She put away the various remaining materials taken from the family treasury and exchanged with others, took a deep breath, and prepared to close her eyes and drink the "audience" potion.

Just then, a "woof woof woof" sound was heard outside the laboratory, and Audrey frowned.

She placed the cup with the rippling silver liquid in a dark corner, turned around and walked to the door.

"Susie, who's here?" Audrey turned the handle and asked the big golden retriever sitting at the door.

The big golden retriever Susie wagged her tail with a fawning look on her face, while the personal maid Annie appeared in the nearby corridor.

Audrey walked out of the laboratory, closed the door with her backhand, looked at Annie and said:

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm doing a chemistry experiment?"

Anne replied distressedly:

"Is there an invitation from the Duchess, from Lady Della?"

"Duke Negan's wife?" Audrey walked forward a few steps and approached Anne.

"Yes, she has invited the court baker, Ms. Weiwei, to invite you and your ladyship to have afternoon tea." Anne said the content of the invitation.

Audrey puffed up her cheeks slightly and said:

"Tell my mother that I feel dizzy. Maybe it's because of the strong sunlight and I'm a little dehydrated. Please ask her to say sorry to Mrs. Della for me."

As she spoke, she acted weak.

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

"But this won't cure my dizziness. I need to rest." Audrey refused firmly.

At the same time, she muttered to herself: If you insist, I will faint in front of you. The etiquette teacher said that I did this action perfectly... I seemed to hear some voice?

"Okay," Annie breathed out, "Do you need me to help you back to your room?"

"No need. I'll clean up the lab first." Audrey wanted to go back immediately and take the potion.

But she still controlled her temper, watched Annie go away, and then turned around and walked back to the laboratory door.

Suddenly, she discovered that Susie, the big golden retriever who was supposed to be outside, was missing, and the door of the laboratory was half open.

"I forgot that Susie can open the door with a handle... What's that sound? Oh no!" Audrey heard a crisp noise coming from inside, and suddenly had an association, and rushed into the laboratory.

As far as she could see was the broken cup on the ground and the last drop of silvery liquid licked by the big golden retriever Susie.

Audrey stood stupidly at the door, like a statue.

The big golden retriever Susie immediately sat up straight, looked at her owner with innocent eyes, and wagged her tail.

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Off the coast of Pritz Harbor, on an island always shrouded in storms, an ancient sailing ship is anchored in the harbor.

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

"Alger, you could have returned to the kingdom and become the captain of the Mandated Punishers or a respectable bishop. Why did you choose to go out to sea and become the captain of the Blue Avengers?"

Alger's rough and deep face showed 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 patrol this kingdom for Him."

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

"The storm is with you." Alger responded with standard courtesy.

He stood on the deck with only a few crew members, watching his companions leave the ghost ship and go farther and farther away.

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

Meanwhile, Audrey completed the second blend with trepidation.

Looking at the silver-white potion that was no different from before, she was so moved that she almost shed tears.

Phew, she drank the "audience" potion in small and quick sips.

…………

A heavy rainstorm hit Tingen on Friday, with raindrops banging against all the windows.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, Roxanne, and Brett sat on the sofa in the reception hall, enjoying the lunch on the table.

Because there was only a stove for boiling water and no way to heat up leftovers, and Klein couldn't eat black bread every day, or take a public carriage back home - that would mean that after he walked from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence in the afternoon, he would have to consider taking a carriage back, which would be a waste of money. So, he had to follow Roxanne and other colleagues to eat the so-called "office meals."

——The nearby Old Ville restaurant will send a waiter on time at 10:30 every day to ask how many people need lunch. After confirming the number of servings, they will deliver it at 12:30 noon, using a container similar to a lunch box. At 3 pm, they will come again to ask if you want to order dinner and collect the tableware.

Such "meals" include meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the portions are not large, they can barely fill a person. The price of a meal ranges from 7 pence to 10 pence, with different grades.

Klein shamelessly chose the 7p one every time, which usually included half a pound of oatmeal bread, a small piece of meat cooked in different ways, a spoonful of vegetable soup, and a little cream or butter.

"There is only one night watchman here today..." Luo Shan put the thick soup into her mouth with a spoon.

"I heard that there was a case in the Golden Indus District with a sectarian element, so the police department invited two Night Watchmen to go there..." Brett said as he put down the bread.

Klein dipped the remaining oatmeal bread in the last of the gravy and stuffed it into his mouth without saying anything.

Inside the cuff of his left hand, there was a faint trace of a silver chain with a yellow crystal hanging from it.

Just then, there were knocking sounds coming from the half-open door.

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

The door was pushed open and a man wearing a half-top hat and a black suit with the left shoulder wet came in.

His temples were graying, and he was holding a folded umbrella. He looked at Klein and the others and said:

"Is this the former mercenary team?"

"You can say that." Luo Shan answered familiarly.

The tall and thin man coughed and said:

"I have a task to entrust."