"Okay. Crane bowed slightly, took off his tall top hat and put it back on his head, and imagined more in his heart the appearance of the seal "0-08".

A quill that looks ordinary?

Don't need ink to write?

So what does it really do? So that it is so secretive that it is considered "very dangerous"?

It can't be a cause and effect pen that writes about who dies, right?

No, that's too rebellious, Ince Zangwill doesn't need to abscond......

Klein had just turned around and was about to leave, but Dunn Smith suddenly called out to him behind him:

"Wait, I forgot something. ”

"What?" Klein looked back, his eyes full of confusion.

Dunn put away his pocket watch and smiled:

"Remember, wait, go to Mrs. Orianna, the accountant, and advance four weeks' salary, a total of twelve pounds, and then receive only half of the salary each week until the repayment is completed. ”

"It's too much, there's no need for this, it can be less. Klein said subconsciously.

He didn't object to the advance, after all, he didn't even have the public carriage fare to go back, but taking a huge sum of 12 pounds at once still scared him.

"No, it's a must. Dunn shook his head and smiled, "Think about it, are you still willing to continue to live in your current apartment? Even the bathroom has to be shared with several households, and you have to think about yourself and the lady, and ......"

Seeing Klein's head in agreement, he paused, looked at the other party's clothes with a smile, and said meaningfully:

"And you'll need a walking stick, and you'll have to buy a new suit. ”

Klein was stunned for a second, then woke up, and suddenly had a little fever on his face, because the suit he was wearing was cheap.

Normally, a top hat would be made of silk and worth 5 to 6 sauer, a bow tie 3 sauer, a silver-encrusted cane 7 to 8 sauer, a shirt 3 sauer, trousers, waistcoat and tuxtail formal outfit of about 7 sul, leather boots 9 to 10 sauer, and so on, for a total of 8 pounds and 7 sul, and of course, a decent gentleman would need a bracelet, a pocket watch, and a wallet.

At first, the original owner and his brother Benson saved a sum of money, and went to the coat shop to ask, but they did not even dare to pay the price, so they slipped away, and bought a set of each in a cheap shop near Iron Cross Street, which was less than two pounds each.

It was because of this incident that the original owner was extremely impressed by the price of clothes.

"Okay, okay. Klein replied with a slight stammer.

He, like the original owner, is also a man of face.

Dunn took out his pocket watch again, looked at it and said:

"Or will you go to Mrs. Oriana first? I don't know how long you'll be with Old Neil, and in a little while Mrs. Orianna will be home. ”

"Okay. Feeling impoverished, Klein did not object.

Dunn walked back to the table and pulled one of the few ropes that had hung down:

"I'll let Roshan take you. ”

The ropes were running, the gears were turning, and Luo Shan in the reception hall of the "Black Thorn Security Company" heard the bell hanging next to him ringing softly, and quickly stood up and went downstairs cautiously.

It didn't take long for her to appear in front of Crane.

Dunn Smith humorously laughed:

"Didn't disturb your rest, did you? Well, take Moretti to Mrs. Oriana. ”

Roshan pouted quietly and replied "happily":

"Yes, Captain. ”

"That's it?" Klein blurted out in surprise.

Go to the "finance" to advance the salary, don't you need the captain to approve a note, what to write?

"So?" Dunn asked, confused.

"I mean, don't you need to sign for an advance to Mrs. Orianna?" said Klein, in the most modest way possible.

"Oh, no, no, Roshan can prove it. Dunn Smith replied, pointing to the brown-haired girl.

Captain, there is almost no management of our "financial management" here...... Crane resisted the urge to complain and followed Roseanne out of the room.

Just then, he heard Dunn shout again:

"Wait, there's one more thing. ”

Can we finish all at once?" Crane turned around with a smile on his face and said:

"You speak. ”

Dunn pressed his temple and said:

"When you go to Old Neil's, remember to pick up ten 'Demon Hunting Bullets'. ”

"I?" Crane asked in surprise.

"Isn't Welch's revolver with you? Dunn said with one hand in his pocket, "With the 'Demon Hunting Bullet', you can protect yourself if you encounter any strange dangers, uh, it can at least give you courage." ”

There is no need to add the last half of the sentence...... Crane was worried about this matter, and replied without hesitation:

"Okay, I'll remember!"

"That's where I need to write a formal paperwork, you wait. Dunn Smith sat down, picked up the dark red absorbent pen, wrote a "note" with a brush, signed it, and stamped it.

"Thank you, Captain. Klein took it cordially.

He stepped back slowly, then turned again.

"Wait. ”

Dunn shouted again.

...... Captain, you look like you're only in your thirties, how can you have a precursor to future decay?" Klein squeezed out a smile and turned back and asked:

"What else?"

"I forgot just now, you haven't practiced shooting, and it's useless to hold the 'Demon Hunting Bullet', so you can get another thirty normal rounds of bullets a day, and take the opportunity to go out and go to the streets, that is, the underground shooting range at No. 3 Zotland Street, where most of it belongs to the police department, but there is a field dedicated to us night watchmen, ah, by the way, you also need to get a badge from Old Neil, otherwise you won't be able to enter the shooting range. Dunn slapped his forehead, took the "note" from Klein's hand, added other content, and added a chapter.

"Good gunners are fed with bullets, you don't take it lightly. Dunn handed the corrected "note" to Klein again.

"I understand. Fearing danger, Crane couldn't wait to go today.

He took two steps out, and suddenly cautiously turned his body half-way, and considered speaking:

"Captain, there's nothing else to do, right?"

"No more. Dunn nodded affirmatively.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief and walked all the way to the door, where he wanted to turn around again and ask, "Is there really none?"

He resisted this urge and finally left the "duty room" "smoothly".

"The captain has always been like this, often forgetting things. Roshan walked beside him and whispered, "My grandmother has a better memory than he does, of course, he only forgets the little things, well, the little things, Klein, I'll call you Klein in the future, Mrs. Orianna is a kind person and easy to get along with, and her father is a watchmaker and has a good craft......"

Listening to the brown-haired girl's ramblings, Crane stepped up the stairs and back to the upper floor, where he met Mrs. Orianna in the outermost office on the right-hand side.

This is a dark-haired lady in a ruffled dress, she looks in her thirties, with fashionable curly hair, a pair of turquoise pupils clear and smiling, delicate and elegant.

After listening to Roshan relay Dunn Smith's arrangement, Oriana took out a sticky note and wrote an advance note:

"You sign. Is there a seal? If not, just press a handprint. ”

"Okay. Klein completed the formalities with great skill.

Oriana took out the bronze key, opened the safe in the room, counted the gold pounds, and said with a smile:

"You're so lucky, you have enough cash today, by the way, Klein, you were invited by the captain because you were involved in an evil incident and have a specialty in yourself?"

"Yes, ma'am, your instincts are accurate. Klein didn't hesitate to praise him.

Orianna took out four dark black banknotes with a light gray background, relocked the safe, and said with a smile as she turned around:

"Because I'm like that too. ”

"Really?" Klein rightly expressed surprise.

"Do you know the serial killer who caused a stir in the city of Tingen sixteen years ago?" said Orianna, handing Klein four gold pounds.

“...... Remember, the 'bloody butcher' who killed five young girls in a row, some took the heart, and some took the stomach? When I was a child, my mother used to scare my sister with this incident. Klein thought for a moment.

He took the banknotes and found them to be two five-pound and two one-pound, both with black lines on a gray background, with intricate patterns and special watermarks at the corners.

The former is slightly larger, and in the center is the fifth king of the Kingdom of Rune, the direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I, who wears a white hair cover, a round face, narrow eyes, and an unusually serious expression, but in Klein's eyes, there is an indescribable closeness.

That's a £5 bill!

That's equal to Benson's salary for nearly four weeks!

At the center of the £1 note is George III's father, the former King William Augustus VI, a "mighty man" with a thick beard and resolute eyes, during his reign, the kingdom of Rune was freed from its old shackles and once again rose to the top of the kingdoms.

These are all "good kings...... Klein vaguely smelled the delightful smell of banknote ink.

"Yes, if it weren't for the night watchmen arriving in time, I would have been the sixth victim. There was still a hint of fear in Mrs. Oriana's tone, even though more than ten years had passed since the incident.

"Sounds like that serial killer, no, butcher, is an extraordinary?" Klein carefully folded the note, put it in the pocket on the inside of the suit, and touched it nearby a few times in quick succession to confirm.

"Yes. Mrs. Orianna nodded heavily, "There are many people he has killed before, and the reason why he was caught that time was because he was preparing a demonic ritual." ”

"No wonder to have different internal organs...... Sorry, ma'am, for reminiscing you of something bad. Klein said sincerely.

Oriana chuckled, "I've long been afraid...... At that time, I was studying accounting at business school, and after that, I came here, okay, without delay, you have to go to old Neil. ”

"Goodbye, ma'am. Crane took off his hat and exited the office, and before descending the stairs, he couldn't help but touch his inner pocket to make sure the 12-pound bill was still there.

He turned the corner at the intersection and headed to the right, and it wasn't long before he saw a half-hidden iron door.

Knock, knock, knock.

At the knock on the door, an old voice said:

"Come in. ”

Crane pushed open the iron door and found that it was a cramped room, with only a table and two chairs to fit in.

On the other side of the room, there was a tightly locked iron door, and behind the table, an old man with gray hair and a classical black robe was reading a few yellowed pages by the light of a gas lamp.

He looked up at the doorway and said:

"You're Klein Moretti? Little Rosanne came and said you were very polite. ”

"Miss Roshan is such a friendly person, good afternoon, Mr. Neil. Klein took off his hat and saluted.

"Sit down. Neil pointed to the intricately patterned silver tin cans on the table, "Would you like a cup of hand-ground coffee?"

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth were deep, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.

"You don't seem to have even drunk it?" Klein keenly noticed that Neil's ceramic cup was filled with water.

"Haha, it's my habit of not drinking coffee after 3pm. Neil explained with a smile.

"Why?" Klein asked casually.

Neil smiled and looked into Klein's eyes and said:

"I'm afraid that I won't sleep well at night, and then I'll hear some inexplicable whispers. ”

...... Klein didn't know how to answer for a moment, and asked instead:

"Mr. Neil, what literature and texts should I read?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the "note" written by Dunn Smith.

"It has to do with history, it's complicated, it's fragmentary, and to be honest, I've been trying to learn, but I can only grasp the preliminary, and the others are too troublesome, what the diaries of people at that time, popular books, epitaphs, etc., etc., etc. Neil complained, "For example, the ones I have need more detailed historical records to infer the specifics." ”

"Why?" Klein listened a little confused.

Neil pointed to the yellowed pages in front of him and said:

"This is the diary that Russell Gustaf lost before his death, and in order to keep it secret, he used strange symbols that he invented. ”

Russell the Great, the Traveler's Senior, Klein was stunned, and immediately listened intently.

"Because many people believe that he didn't really die, but became a secret deity, there have always been cultists who worship him performing rituals in an attempt to gain power, and we occasionally encounter this kind of thing, obtaining a few notes from the original or a transcript. Neil shook his head and said, "To this day, no one has been able to decipher the true symbols of those special symbols, so the 'Sanctuary' allows us to keep copies to study, hoping for unexpected surprises." ”

Speaking of this, Neil smiled smugly:

"I've deciphered a few of the symbols, confirmed that they were numerical expressions, and looked, what I found, this is actually a diary! Well, I hope to use the historical events of different dates at that time, especially the events around the emperor, to compare them with the records of the corresponding day in the diary, so as to decipher more symbols. ”

"Genius thinking, right?" the gray-haired, wrinkled old gentleman looked at Klein with a sparkle of eyes.

Klein nodded in agreement:

"Yes. ”

"Haha, you can take a look, you'll have to start helping me with this tomorrow. Old Mr. Neil pushed the yellowed pages to Klein.

Klein turned them right, just glanced at them, and the whole person stayed there!

Although those "symbols" were depicted ugly and slightly distorted by copying, I would never be mistaken......

Because this is the text I am most familiar with:

Chinese!

TM is still simplified!

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