Old Neil rubbed his temple and said:

"We've figured out why you committed suicide, and the notebook is in the hands of Riel Bieber. And the truth has been exposed. Whether you're alive or dead, it's hard to affect subsequent developments. I think the strange existence or mysterious force that caused all this won't pay any special attention to you, just like you wouldn't care about the ants on the ground, as long as you don't try to make 'Him' remember you."

"The news that we are looking for Riel Bieber will soon reach the Secret Order. They should be able to guess that this is related to the whereabouts of the Antigonus family's notebook. Believe me, these secret organizations that have survived for thousands of years must have various information channels. Therefore, their focus will turn to the whereabouts of Riel Bieber and try to find the notebook before us. They will not and cannot harass you, follow you, or deal with you again."

“Congratulations, young man. You have shaken off the shadow of the past and are about to embark on a new journey filled with sunshine.”

Klein nodded repeatedly as he listened, and said with joy and relief:

"I hope so."

The haze that had been hanging over my head since I came here seemed to be dissipating.

However, to be honest, Klein was still a little nervous, because he seemed to have some degree of bond with the notebook, so much so that when he was doing normal hostage rescue missions, he would coincidentally discover remaining traces.

He was really afraid that one day the postman would suddenly deliver a package, and when he opened it, he would find that it was the Antigonus family notebook!

He prayed silently, hoping that everything would develop as Old Neil described.

When Old Neil heard his answer, he sneered:

"You don't seem to be a devout believer of the goddess. At this time, shouldn't you draw a red moon on your chest and say 'May the goddess bless us'?"

"Mr. Neil, it seems that you are not either. A true believer would not say 'embracing a new journey full of sunshine.'" After this period of "mysticism courses", Klein and old Neil established a good friendship, so he ridiculed him back without any hesitation.

The two looked at each other, laughed a few times in tacit understanding, and almost at the same time nodded four times on their chests and said:

"Praise the goddess!"

At this moment, the sounds of plectrums, marbles, etc. turning were heard, and the door of the Blackthorn Security Company was opened.

Mrs. Orianna, who was delicate and elegant, put her fashionable curly hair up and walked into the reception hall with her light green skirt swaying lightly.

"Good morning, Mr. Neil, good morning, Klein." She greeted with a smile, holding a calfskin handbag. "It's another sunny day today, a nice day."

"Good morning, Aureliana, you are still as beautiful as you have been in the past decade." Old Neil responded with a smile.

Aureanna narrowed her eyes and said with a stern face:

"Mr. Neil, your compliments are still as irritating as they have been for the past decade or so."

She placed emphasis on these words for more than a decade.

“Really?” Old Neil looked at Klein in confusion, with doubt written all over his face.

Never mention anything that can make a lady remember her age. As a keyboard expert who knows a little bit about everything, Klein instantly understood what Mrs. Orianna was concerned about. He chuckled and said,

"Good morning, Mrs. Orianna, you are so beautiful every day."

"Thank you, our outstanding graduate of Hoy University." Aureliana smiled and nodded, then said, "The old butler has already paid the commissioned mission. According to the captain's rules, half is extra funds and the other half is for you and Leonard. Since you are not a formal team member, you can only get 10% of that half. You can come and sign to receive it later."

"How much did he pay?" Klein asked with both joy and distress.

"200 pounds, that's what he said at the time. Oh, God, the storm is above. I can't imagine or believe that this matter was resolved like this! This is no more difficult than dreaming! Why is your security company not well-known? This is a shame for the entire industry!" Mrs. Orianna imitated the old butler Kerry's slightly southern accent.

Klein thought seriously for a few seconds and said humorously:

"This is actually not fair to the kidnappers."

The two extraordinary people quickly solved the problem in a way that could be described as relaxed and comfortable. It was like a fully armed adult bullying a few children.

"They are so unlucky. They must have lost the protection of the gods." Orianna laughed softly. "I told the old housekeeper that we were lucky enough to get this commission. An informant happened to see the kidnappers taking the child into the hiding place. So, don't have too much expectation on us. We are really just an ordinary security company."

Generally speaking, the more you emphasize being ordinary, the more extraordinary it is. Klein said this with a smile in his mind, and watched Mrs. Aureliana pass through the partition and enter the accounting office.

Old Neil smacked his lips and said with envy:

"You are such a lucky guy. You have only been with us for a short time and you have come across a commission worth 200 pounds."

"Is this rare?" Klein asked in confusion.

When he wasn't studying history or mystery, he was just wandering around outside, searching for clues with his inspiration.

"According to Orianna's statistics, we may not get a commission even once a week, and most of the commissions are worth less than 20 pounds." Old Neil rubbed the white crystal pendant on his wrist and replied with a sigh.

Then, he looked at Klein with expectation:

"If you encounter a similar commission in the future, please remember to notify me."

Listening to Old Neil's words, Klein suddenly felt a strange feeling, so he asked directly:

"Mr. Neil, you seem to be short of money? How much salary do you get every week? If you are not comfortable telling me, please ignore my question."

Old Neil leaned back on the sofa and laughed:

"This is not something that needs to be concealed. I have been here for many years and currently receive a salary from the church and the police department each week, with a total value of £12."

"12 pounds a week?" Klein blurted out in astonishment.

With a weekly salary of £12 and 52 weeks a year, that’s almost £600 a year!

When I read the Tingen Morning Post and the Honest Man before, they said that senior barristers only earned about 100 to 1000 pounds a year. This is a senior barrister!

Benson, the manager of the import and export company, only earned 6 pounds a week, which was considered quite respectable.

"Yes, this salary is actually generous enough, and we don't have to pay income tax." Old Neil added with a smile.

Klein had heard from his brother Benson that if a weekly salary exceeded 1 pound, it would need to pay tax, which was the government and company employee income tax. The portion between 1 and 2 pounds was 3%, the portion between 2 and 5 pounds was 5%, the portion between 5 and 10 pounds was 10%, the portion between 10 and 20 pounds was 15%, and the portion above 20 pounds was 20%.

In addition, he saw in the newspaper that there are four other types of income taxes. Category A is the land, housing and other physical value-added profit tax, including land rent and house rent, Category B is the agricultural income tax, Category C is the bond, fund and stock profit tax, and Category D is the commercial, financial and professional industry income tax.

"That's admirable." Klein echoed Old Neil's words.

“However,” Old Neil shook his head, “For Beyonders like us who need to frequently explore secrets, practice, and try rituals, the salary is always not enough.”

"Don't we have to apply for the materials?" Klein asked in surprise.

Old Neil sneered:

"There is a limit, and sometimes you have to give a good enough reason. If you want to practice more and try more in the mysterious field, you can only spend money to buy materials yourself. You can buy them internally or go to some underground trading markets."

Klein's spirits perked up, and he immediately asked:

"Is there an underground market for extraordinary materials? I thought, I thought the Church would definitely not allow them to exist."

I lack sufficient channels to obtain materials!

With a secret organization in its infancy behind me, I can't possibly solve everything within the Nighthawks' ranks, right?

"This kind of thing is simply impossible to control. Well, from the perspective of mysticism, all things have spirits and all things have the same origin. The materials we use come not only from extraordinary species, but also from normal animals, plants and minerals. For example, the hemlock, golden mint and nightshade in your bottle of 'Fortune Teller' potion are often encountered in daily life. They may not have extraordinary properties, but they all have their own characteristics. After being formulated and integrated, they can achieve certain effects. Therefore, this is not a transaction that the church can ban if it wants to." Old Neil explained in detail.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he continued:

"Moreover, it's not just the core of a supernatural species that is useful. Take the Lava octopus for example. In addition to its blood, its eyeballs, skin, and tentacles are all good materials. Unless the church uses its own people to capture them all, it will be a huge economic burden to fully stockpile and control the outflow. The lower the level of supernatural materials, the more this is true. We can only try to prevent the more special ones from being circulated."

Old Neil suddenly laughed. "Another important reason is that the underground trading market we know about is always better than the one we don't know about. Under the premise that the secret organization has not been completely eliminated, this is a good strategy, and it can also help us obtain scarce materials. Of course, after such a market exists, there will definitely be contraband. As long as it is not too exaggerated or too dangerous, we will pretend not to see it and use it to enrich our treasure house at most."

"Perhaps it's because the several major churches are restraining each other and can't use too drastic measures?" Klein speculated.

Old Neil said "hmm" and didn't elaborate.

"I'm a fortune teller. I will definitely need to practice repeatedly in the future, and I'll need more materials. Mr. Neil, can you take me to those underground trading markets?" Klein asked with a legitimate reason.

Old Neil showed an embarrassed expression:

"In fact, most of the guys active in those places are not Beyonders. There are nobles who like mystery and rich people who yearn for this. Well, I have a bill of 0 pounds that is due soon, so it is not convenient for me to go there for the time being."

"Okay." Klein had never expected that the reason was the unpaid debt.

After a while, he said carefully:

"Mr. Neil, do you need to borrow money? I have a reward of 10 pounds."

"Haha, no need. I have a way to solve it." Old Neil patted the sofa and slowly stood up. "Ah, aging is really the most invincible enemy of living things. Last night's night duty made me very tired. Well, this morning you can review the previous courses and more literature by yourself. Tomorrow, I will start teaching you the basics of ritual magic."

“Okay.” Klein stood up and took off his hat to say goodbye.

In the afternoon, seeing that Captain Dunn had not returned yet, Klein pretended that he was still looking for the notebook and wandered around the street again.

With the 10-pound reward, he no longer needs to wait for funding and can go directly to the fortune-telling club!

The whispers and visions that would appear from time to time during meditation and spiritual vision made him eager to start "acting".

ps: It's Monday again, there will be an update at 12 o'clock tonight