Martin walked through a gallery covered with paintings and then down a wide staircase into the ground.

He couldn't figure out that the place where the club was responsible for distributing the bounty for settlement tasks was actually under the [Sunflower Carriage].

It was the second day he had come out of the Black Cat Path, and the day before he had agreed with Lady Lucia about the Walker's Pocket before leaving there.

Before leaving, he hadn't forgotten to ask Lucia about the "Grey Keep" ring, but the brotherhood's veteran mechanic hadn't heard of the name either, much to Martin's surprise.

This means that there are two extreme possibilities, either this [Gray Castle] is just a small organization with little influence, or it is a behemoth with a deep hidden reputation and no obvious reputation, of course, the former is more likely.

In any case, Martin could only temporarily suppress the doubts and curiosity in his heart.

After a peaceful night in the warehouse of the [Mercury Spring], the next morning the club received news that his quest bounty had been completed and he was ready to go and collect it.

So Martin arrived early in the morning and was led by a kind intermediary in the fetal hall to the place where the club handed out the bounty.

Martin was led down the familiar staircase, a path he had already walked once, when he had photographed Xixian on the second floor, from where he had made his way to the "Hall of Sunshine" to prepare for the delivery of the goods, and then was transported to the dark side of the moon because of the [Silver Triumph Car] disguised as the [Mirage Mirror].

The middleman in front of him opened a door carved with two crossed golden axes, only to see a winding staircase behind the door.

"It's ...... down"

Martin was a little surprised, he had the impression that he might be close to the location of the "Safe Haven" vault, and that he was a little surprised that a place where the bounty was distributed was so hidden.

On the walls on either side of the staircase hung gas lamps for lighting, which looked classical and dignified, surrounded by metal fences, guiding them all the way down.

"You're here for the first time."

The middleman asked with a warm face, this is an old man with a somewhat rickety figure, he is wearing a black robe and his face is old, and the years have left a deep mark on his body.

"Yes, I just finished my first assignment yesterday."

Martin bowed slightly,

"It's a newcomer."

The intermediary glanced back at Martin slightly.

"You're about the same age as my son, hehe, but he's a little more lively, not as calm as you."

"He also works at the club."

Hearing that both father and son were working at the club, Martin felt that this was an opportunity to make friends, and although the club was loosely managed, it was important for him to get to know the other "colleagues" personally.

"What's his name?"

Martin asked politely.

"Orf Duncan."

The old man gave the answer, and the shadow of the lamp shook, making the old man's figure become a little erratic, as if he would fall down at any time.

"He... Disappeared during a previous operation. ”

The old man spoke slowly, as if he could not bear to speak the fact himself.

"He has a dark birthmark under his left ear, and if you see him later, help me tell him that his poor fiancée, Scarlett Duncan, is still waiting for him to come home."

The old man's figure stopped, he turned back, looked into Martin's eyes, and said:

"Please."

"Okay, I'll tell you, if I see Orff."

Facing the old man's earnest eyes, Martin responded seriously.

The old man nodded, and continued to stagger, leading Martin to the end of the stairs.

At the end of the staircase was a large gate made of black iron, carved with a pinch of gold fleece, and several large characters written underneath:

"Golden Grille".

"This is where the shepherds receive their salaries and bounties, and when you go in, someone will tell you what to do, so I won't go in."

The old man pointed to the cold door in front of him and said to Martin.

"Good luck, kid."

With a few words of inexplicable meaning, the old man turned and walked back up the stairs.

"Why wish me good luck when you claim your bounty......"

Martin pushed open the door suspiciously, and found that it was an office-sized room, and the first thing that caught his eye was two rows of long tables placed horizontally, on which were placed many papers, some of which were piled up in small hills.

There were several people sitting at each long table, mostly women, all busily recording something, and the rustle of pens rubbing against paper filled the room.

"Who are you looking for?"

In the seat near the door, a middle-aged woman with glasses looked at Martin, who pushed the door in, and frowned.

"Hello, I'm here to collect the mission bounty."

Martin said, taking out the "chaste parchment" that recorded the burial task and handing it to the other party, Martin had already asked Shirley about the process before coming, so he avoided the embarrassment of not knowing anything.

"Except for Sundays, the verification and distribution of bounties are all carried out in the afternoon, and no one told you during the training?"

The woman did not take the parchment handed by Martin, but spoke indifferently.

Hearing her words, Martin felt a little strange, why did it take time to receive the bounty?

"And if you don't have the signature or seal of an intermediary on it, we won't accept it."

She glanced at the parchment in Martin's hand and went about her own business, ignoring Martin.

This reminded Martin of the difficulties of reimbursement at work in his previous life, because when it comes to funds, the financial staff of the enterprise will be very cautious and strict when reviewing the reimbursement documents, and the cumbersome process and numerous documents make those brothers miserable.

Is this a bad-tempered accountant?

A wry smile tugged at the corner of Martin's mouth.

"You're new here."

Just as Martin was about to go back to Shirley to ask for clarification, a male voice next to him sounded.

"That's right."

Martin nodded.

"Show me the contract."

The man smiled warmly and exuded a friendly atmosphere.

Martin handed the parchment over, and the man took out a pair of glasses from the drawer in front of him, put them on, and began to review the contents of the parchment.

The "chastity" of the parchment paper makes it hide the contents of the parchment after the contract is signed to prevent information leakage, and this pair of glasses is supposed to be a special device that can view the contents of the parchment.

The man walked to the wall while checking, took out a thick notepad and began to check, after checking for a while, he took off his glasses and said:

"The task has been completed, and there are no problems, except that there is no intermediary review."

"I just happened to go to the fetal bed hall in the afternoon, I'll help you sign for old Susie, just on the way."

"Note that the task needs to be signed by the corresponding intermediary after the completion of the task, and then take it to the Golden Grille to receive the bounty."

The man sandwiched the parchment into a book, and the edges of the parchment began to grow irregularly, until they finally merged with the pages, as if they had never been peeled off.

Martin also noticed that the book seemed to be made of parchment, and after his "reset", the rest of the parchment trembled slightly, and seemed to be very excited.

"Come with me."

The man put the "parchment book" away, got up, and led Martin into a small, somewhat closed room.

"I'm Will King, the second-level magistrate of [Golden Grating], and Alain hasn't been in a good mood lately, please understand."

In the process of leading Martin, the man apologized apologetically for the woman's behavior just now.

Martin nodded slightly to indicate that it didn't matter, but he was curious about the name in his heart.

He remembered that Shirley had mentioned the name to Lady Lucia, and that Alain seemed to be Shirley's former governess and the one who had run away from home with her.

Martin thought to himself, Lady Lucia seemed to have some resentment and suspicion towards this woman, and what happened to him just now made him not have a good impression of this woman, and he decided to take precautions when he received the bounty later.

The man asked Martin to sit and wait, and then went into another room alone.

After a while, the kung fu man returned from the room, and Martin saw that he had an extra brass key in his hand.

"Here's the key to that dwelling, it's at 36 Queen's Cross, and you currently have a year of residency."

"Due to the disappearance of the client, Henry Goode, the disposition of the property has not yet been determined, and the club will negotiate with the town hall on this point, but you can stay with peace of mind during the year."

Holding the somewhat cold key in his hand, Martin's heart was a little excited.

Finally have your own house!

He asked plainly:

"Do I need to sign for it?"

The man was slightly stunned, then smiled and pointed to a corner of the room, and said:

"No, that quill will write it down honestly."

Martin followed his direction, and upon closer examination, he was surprised to find that not far from them was an almost transparent quill suspended in the air, its feathers stretched as if breathing, and rapidly outlining something.

It seems to be the scene where Martin and the man in front of him hand over the key, but the simple lines portray the scene vividly, exuding a brilliant and translucent luster, as if they were not in the same space.

When Martin found it, the quill came to Martin in an instant, and the tip of the pen shook a few times, like a human shaking his head, as if thinking about something.

After a few turns, it began to write rapidly in mid-air, and an almost transparent half-finished portrait was quickly outlined, and then the quill paused, and made a large cross on the semi-finished picture, and when the portrait disappeared, it began to sketch rapidly, and then crossed it again halfway through the drawing, and so on three times.

When the third fork was struck, the quill, as if annoyed, scribbled a few circles and disappeared.

"The quill, which can be seen throughout the Golden Grille and even the entire [Sunflower Carriage], is said to be a unique product of the 'Seal' deck, which is able to record the events of important places in a real way."

"It's just that it seems to have a weird personality."

The man was surprised by the quill pen's peculiar behavior, explained to Martin.

Martin nodded slightly, what the man in front of him didn't know was that Martin's body tensed instantly when he drew the first half-finished portrait with a quill pen, and his back was already covered with cold sweat at this moment.

Although the image was translucent, Martin also vaguely recognized that the first picture that the quill wanted to draw was a hideous wolf head, followed by a giant black-haired dog.

As for the third picture, there were so few lines in the picture that it was too chaotic for Martin to make out what it was drawing.

The first two are his hidden identities!

That was enough to surprise Martin.

"Seals... True..."

Martin remembered these two messages in his heart and left the room with the man.