Pouring his coffee and heading back to the arsenal to pick up the thick stack of historical materials and the draft explanations that Neal Sr. had put together, Crane followed the gas lamps on the wall and turned the stairs to Black Thorn Security.

Click, click, click, footsteps echo in the sealed and empty underground.

Crane walked down the spiraling staircase, pushed open the door, made a few moments of recognition, and headed straight for the second office opposite.

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

At the beginning of the entrance is a spacious reception hall with a set of sofas, tables and chairs, and through the partition is the inner area, and the three rooms on the left side of the corridor are the accountant's room belonging to Mrs. Oriana, the lounge with several sofa-like beds, and the staircase leading to the ground.

The three rooms on the right, from near to far, are Captain Dunn Smith's office, a civilian office equipped with a typewriter, and a recreation room for the full members of the Night Watch Squad.

Klein had seen Leonard Mitchell playing cards with two other team members in the recreation room, and he guessed that it was Fight the Landlord, but of course, Russell the Great had renamed it "Fight the Evil", but the gameplay was no different from what Klein knew.

Bright would have a day's catch-up sleep after his night of duty, and Rosanne stayed at the reception desk, while Cizer Francis, who was in charge of purchasing, requesting supplies, and working as a coachman, went out as usual, and when Crane opened the door to the civilian office, all three desks were empty, and the purely mechanical typewriter was quietly placed.

"Axon's Model 1346 Typewriter ......" Klein, who had seen similar objects in his mentor's office and at Welch's home, whispered, only to find the faintly visible complex control system imbued with mechanical beauty.

He walked over to the desk with a typewriter and sat down, and after a while, he tried his hand at virtual typing.

At the beginning, he always instinctively processed it into pinyin, and waited until he was familiar with it before he "digested" the corresponding memory fragments of the original owner, and no longer made mistakes.

Da, da, da!

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of keyboard tapping, like a stiff piece of music from metal and industry, Klein quickly got the funding application paperwork ready.

But instead of rushing to Dunn Smith, he restrained his mood and carefully read the historical materials provided by Old Neil, which was both a review and a study.

Towards noon, he lowered his neck, put away the materials, and reminisced about the content of the morning's study according to the draft of the "occult course".

It was only at this time that he took the "application", went to the next office, and knocked softly on the door.

Dunn was waiting for lunch to be delivered, and when he saw the documents handed over by Crane, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly:

"Old Neil taught you?"

"Hmm. Crane didn't hesitate to betray old Neil.

Dunn picked up the dark red pen and signed it:

"I'm going to apply to the church and the county police department for July, August, and September, and I'm going to include you, and I'll get it from Mrs. Orianna when it's approved, and I'll get it in the afternoon. ”

"Okay. Klein replied succinctly and forcefully.

His tone and gaze were tinged with obvious joy.

Before saying goodbye, he casually asked:

"Shouldn't the July, August, and September funding applications be completed in June?"

How can there be a matter of applying for July funding in July?

Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then took a sip from his coffee cup and said:

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

He is worthy of a captain with a poor memory...... Knowing that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked, Klein laughed dryly and hurried out the door.

In this way, he began a simple and regular life, half an hour of meditation in the morning, two hours of occult classes in the morning, an hour and a half of mastering historical materials, and after lunch, a nap in the lounge to rejuvenate his energy.

Then, pick up the bullets, go to the "shooting club" to practice, and after the practice, walk to Welch's residence, which is not too far away, change the route, and walk back to Iron Cross Street, so that you can save a bus fare, and if you still have time, you can master skills such as spiritual vision and pendulum, and buy vegetables by the way.

............

In a private chemistry laboratory with complete instruments and supplies.

Tall, supple blonde Audrey stared at the cup in her hand, only to see countless bubbles bubble up, making the atmosphere calm.

Eventually, the liquid in the cup settles into a viscous silvery white.

"Haha, I really have a talent for occultism, and I succeeded in the first attempt! I was worried about failure before, so I prepared two materials!" the girl muttered to herself with joy.

She put away the leftover materials she had exchanged from the family treasury, took a deep breath, and prepared to close her eyes and drink the cup of "audience" potion.

At this moment, there was a cry of "Wangwang" from outside the laboratory, and Audrey frowned.

She placed the gently rippling cup of silvery liquid into the dark corner, turned around, and walked to the door.

"Susie, who's coming?" Audrey asked the golden retriever sitting at the door, twisting the handle.

Susie, the golden retriever, wagged her tail and looked flattering, while her personal maid, Anne, appeared in a nearby hallway.

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

"Don't bother me while I'm doing chemistry experiments. ”

Anne replied in distress:

"There's an invitation from the Duchess, Lady Dela. ”

"Duke Negan's wife?" Audrey took a few steps forward, approaching Anne Road.

"Yes, she has invited Madame Wivy, the palace baker, to invite Madame and you to have afternoon tea. Anne said the contents of the invitation.

Audrey puffed out her cheeks invisibly and said:

"Tell my mother that I am dizzy, perhaps because the sun is too strong and a little dehydrated, and ask her to say sorry to Lady Della on my behalf. ”

As she spoke, she made a weak look.

"Miss, this is not just afternoon tea, but also a literary salon. Anne added.

"But it doesn't cure my dizziness and I need to rest. Audrey firmly refused.

At the same time, she silently muttered in her heart: If you insist, then I will faint and show you, the etiquette teacher said that I did this action perfectly...... What sound do I seem to hear?

"Okay. Anne exhaled, "Do you need me to help you back to your room?"

"No, I'll clean up the lab first. Audrey was eager to return at once and take the potion.

But she held back and watched Anne go away before turning back and walking back to the door of the lab.

Suddenly, she discovers that Susie, the golden retriever dog who was supposed to be outside, is missing, and the door to the laboratory is ajar.

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

As far as she could see, it was the cup that had broken on the ground, the last drop of silvery liquid licked off by Susie, the golden retriever.

Audrey was dumbfounded in the doorway, like a statue.

Susie, the big golden retriever, immediately sat upright, looked at her master with innocent eyes, and wagged her tail.

............

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

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

"Alger, you could have returned to the kingdom and become the captain of the Substitute Punisher Squad or a decent bishop, why did you choose to go to sea and choose to be the captain of the 'Blue Avengers'?"

Alger's rugged and profound face had no additional expression, and replied solemnly:

"The sea is a storm, and this is the kingdom of the Lord, and I am willing to follow the Lord's will and inspect it for Him. ”

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

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

He stood on the deck of the few crew members and watched as his companions left the ghost ship and walked farther and farther away.

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

Meanwhile, Audrey trepided the second concoction.

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

Whew, she took a small but quick sip of the "audience" potion.

............

On Friday, a torrential downpour hit Tingen, with torrential raindrops banging on all windows.

Inside Black Thorn Security, Crane, Roshan, and Bright sat on the couch in the reception hall, enjoying lunch on the table.

Because there was only a stove for boiling water, there was no way to heat leftovers, and Crane couldn't eat black bread every day, or take a public carriage back—that would be a waste of money for him to walk from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence in the afternoon, so he had to follow Roshan and other colleagues to eat so-called "office food."

- The nearby Old Ville restaurant will send a waiter to come in at half past ten every day to ask how many people need lunch, and after determining the number of servings, they will deliver it at half past twelve at noon, serve it in a utensil similar to a lunch box, and come back at three o'clock in the afternoon to ask if they want to order dinner and collect the utensils.

Such "food" includes meat, vegetables, and bread, and although the portions are not very large, they can barely feed a person, ranging from 7 pence to 10 pence for a meal, with different grades.

Klein was cheeky and chose 7p at a time, usually half a pound of oat bread, a small piece of meat made in a different way, a spoonful of soup with vegetables, and a little cream, or butter.

"There's only one night watchman ...... today," Roseanne spooned the soup into her mouth.

"I heard that there was a case in the Golden Sycamore District, and there were sectarian elements, so the police department invited two night watchmen to come over ......," Bright said.

Klein dipped the last gravy with the remaining oat bread and stuffed it into his mouth, without speaking.

Inside the cuff of his left hand was a silver chain with citrine hanging from it.

At that moment, there was a knock on the half-covered door.

“...... Come in. Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, put the spoon away, quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and got up and said.

The door was pushed open, and a man in a top hat and a black suit was wet on the left shoulder.

He had gray sideburns, held a put away umbrella, and looked at Crane and the others:

"This is the former mercenary squad?"

"So to speak. Roshan replied familiarly.

The tall, thin man coughed and said:

"I have a task I want to delegate. ”