Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 20: Forgetful Dunn (third recommended ticket)

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"Okay." Klein bowed slightly, removed the low top hat and put it on his head again, and imagined the appearance of sealed item "0-08" more in his heart.

A feather pen that looks ordinary?

No ink needed for writing?

What is its real role? So high confidentiality is considered "very dangerous"?

Could n’t it be a causal pen about who died?

No, that ’s too much, Ince Zangwill does n’t need to escape ...

Klein just turned around and wanted to leave, but Dunn Smith suddenly shouted at him behind him:

"Wait a minute, I forgot something."

"What?" Klein looked back, puzzled.

Dunn put the pocket watch and smiled and said:

"You should remember to look for the accountant Mrs. Oriana and wait up to four weeks of salary, a total of 12 pounds, and then receive only half of the salary every week until the repayment is completed."

"Too many, there is no need for this, but a little less." Klein said subconsciously.

He did not object to the advance payment. After all, he did n’t even have the public carriage fee to go back, but he was scared by the huge amount of 12 pounds.

"No, this is a must." Dunn shook his head and smiled, "You think about it, are you still willing to continue to live in the current apartment? Even the bathroom must be shared with several households, regardless of yourself, you must also consider the lady And ... "

See Klein nodded in approval, he stopped paused a bit, smiled and looked at each other ’s clothes for a few moments, with a meaningful meaning:

"And you also need a walking stick, and you have to buy a formal suit again."

Klein was stunned for a second, and immediately awakened, his face suddenly became a little fever, because the suit he wore was a cheap one.

Normally, top hat must be made of silk, valued at 5 to 6shilling, bow tie 3shilling, silver cane 7 to 8shilling, shirt 3shilling, pants, waistcoat and dovetail are about 7 pounds, leather boots 9 to 10shilling In this way, a total of more than 8 pounds 7shilling, of course, a decent gentleman also needs bracelets, pocket watches and wallets.

At the beginning, original self and his brother Benson saved money, saved a sum of money, and went to the coat shop to ask, but even the price did not dare to go away, and I bought it in a cheap store near Iron Cross Street One set is less than two pounds.

Because of this, original self was extremely impressed with the price of clothing.

"Okay, okay." Klein replied slightly.

Like original self, he is also a serious person.

Dunn took out his pocket watch again and glanced at it:

"Or you go to Mrs. Oriana first? I do n’t know how long you will stay at Old Neil. After a while, Mrs. Oriana will go home."

"Okay." Klein feels poor and does not object.

Dunn walked back to the table and pulled one of the several ropes hanging down:

"I will let Roseanne take you."

The ropes run, the gears turn, and the Roseanne in the "Black Thorns Security Company" reception hall hears the bells hanging next to it lightly, standing up quickly and carefully descending the stairs.

It did n’t take long for her to appear in front of Klein.

Dunn Smith laughed humorously:

"Do n’t disturb your rest? Hmm, take Moretti to Mrs. Oriana."

Roseanne whispered quietly, and answered "happily":

"Okay, captain."

"That's it?" At this time, Klein was surprised.

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

"So?" Dunn asked in doubt.

"I mean, go to Mrs. Oriana to advance your salary, don't you need to sign it?" Klein said in the simplest possible words.

"Oh, no, no, Roseanne can prove it." Dunn Smith pointed at the brown hair girl and answered.

captain, our "financial management" has almost no management ... Klein resisted the urge to vomit, followed Roseanne and walked out of the room.

At this moment, he heard Dunn shouting again:

"Wait a minute, there's one more thing."

Can we finish talking at once? Klein turned back with a smile on his face:

"You speak."

Dunn pressed down the temple:

"When you go to Old Neil, remember to receive ten rounds of" demon hunting bullet "."

"Me? demon hunting bullet?" Klein asked in surprise.

"Is n’t the revolver of Welch with you? You do n’t have to turn it in." Dunn said one-handedly, "Cooperating with 'demon hunting bullet', what strange dangers do you encounter, you can protect yourself, Uh, this will at least give you courage. "

No need to add the last half of the sentence ... Klein is worrying about this, and he answered without hesitation:

"Okay, I will remember it!"

"This requires me to write a formal document. You can wait." Dunn Smith sat down, picked up the dark red water-absorbent pen, and brushed a "strip", signed it, and closed it. Chapter.

"Thank you captain." Klein took it sincerely.

He slowly backed away and turned around again.

"Wait."

Dunn shouted again.

…… captain, you look like you are in your thirties, how can there be signs of a premature decline in the future? Klein squeezed out his smile and turned around and asked:

"What else?"

"I just forgot, you haven't practiced shooting, it's useless to hold 'demon hunting bullet'. In this way, you can take another 30 normal bullets every day and take advantage of the opportunity to go out to the street, which is the underground shooting range of Zoutlan Street3. Most of them belong to the police department, but there is a venue dedicated to our Night Watcher, ah, yes, you still need to get a badge from Old Neil, otherwise you will not be able to enter the shooting range. "Dunn took his forehead and took it back from Klein "Sliver", added other contents, and added a chapter.

"all good gunmen must eat bullets, don't take it lightly." Dunn handed over the revised "paper note" to Klein.

"I understand." Fearing danger, Klein wants to go today.

He took two steps outside, suddenly turned his body half cautiously, pondering his mouth:

"captain, is there nothing else?"

"No more." Dunn definitely nodded.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and walked outside the door, during which he wished to turn around again and asked, "Is it really gone?"

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

"captain has always been like this, often forgetting things." Roseanne walked beside, whispered in a low voice, "My grandma is better than him, of course, he will only forget the little things, um, little things, Klein, I will call you later Klein, Mrs. Oriana is a kind person, easy to get along with, her father is a watchmaker, and his craft is very good ... "

Listening to the babble of the brown hair girl, Klein stepped on the stairs and returned to the upper floor. I saw Mrs. Oriana in the outermost office on the right.

This is a dark-haired lady wearing a long lotus leaf skirt. She looks in her thirties, with fashionable curly hair, and a pair of green pupils with clear and smiling pupils, elegant and elegant.

After Oriana listened to Roseanne's retelling of Dunn Smith's arrangement, he took out a note and wrote a pre-payment slip:

"You signed the word. Is there a seal? If not, just press a handprint."

"Okay." Klein completed the procedure familiarly.

Oriana took out the copper key and opened safe in the room. While counting gold pound, he smiled and said:

"You are so lucky that you have enough cash today. By the way, Klein, you were invited by captain because of the evil events involved and your own specialty?"

"Yes, your instincts are accurate." Klein did not skimp on praise.

Oriana took out four bills with light gray background and dark black pattern, and relocked safe. While turning around, he smiled:

"Because I am the same."

"Is it?" Klein expressed surprise.

"Do you know the serial killer who made the whole Thengen City sixteen years ago?" Oriana handed four gold pound to Klein.

"... Remember! It was the killing of five girls, some taking the heart, some taking the" blood butcher "from the stomach? When I was young, my mother often used this to scare my sister." Klein Think about it.

He took the banknotes and found that they were two 5 pounds and two 1 pounds. They were black on gray background, with complicated patterns and special watermarks on the four corners.

The former is slightly larger, the central is the fifth king of Ruen Kingdom, the direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I, he carries white bandana, face round, eyes narrow, and his expression is very serious, but in Klein eyes, there is an indescribable close .

This is a 5 pound note!

Equal to Benson's salary for the last four weeks!

The center of the 1 pound note is the father of George III, the former king William. Augustus VI, this "strong man" has a thick beard and a firm look, during his reign, Ruen Kingdom got rid of the old shackles, once again Walked to the top of the countries.

These are all "good kings" ... Klein vaguely smelled the banknote ink that made people feel refreshed.

"Yes, if it wasn't for Night Watchers's arrival in time, I would be the sixth victim." Mrs. Oriana's tone still has a hint of fear, even if this matter has passed for more than ten years.

"Sounds like that serial killer, no, butcher, is it a Extraordinary?" Klein carefully folded the paper money, put it in the pocket inside the formal dress, and then touched it a few times in the vicinity for confirmation.

"Yes." Mrs. Oriana focused on the head. "There were many people he killed before. The reason why he was caught that time was because he was preparing a Devil ceremony."

"No wonder you have different internal organs ... sorry, ma'am, let you recall the bad things." Klein said sincerely.

Oriana chuckled: “I ’m not afraid anymore ... I was studying accounting at a business school at that time, and then came here again. Well, I wo n’t delay you. You have to go to Old Neil.”

"Goodbye, ma'am." Klein took off his hat and saluted, and exited the office. Before going down the stairs, he couldn't help but touch the inner pocket to confirm that the 12-pound bill was still there.

He turned at the crossroads and moved to the right, and soon he saw a half-covered iron gate.

Boom, boom, boom.

In the knock on the door, there was an old voice inside:

"come in."

Klein pushed open the iron door and found that it was a narrow room, and only one table and two chairs could be placed.

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

He raised his head and looked at the doorway:

"You are Klein Moretti? Just now little Roseanne said you were very polite."

"Ms. Roseanne is really a friendly person. Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat.

"Sit down." Neil pointed to the tin-plated tin can with complicated patterns on the table. "Want to have a hand-ground coffee?"

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

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

"haha, this is my habit, do not drink coffee after 3 pm." Neil explained with a smile.

"Why?" Klein asked casually.

Neil smiled and looked at Klein's eyes:

"I am afraid that I will not sleep well at night, so I will hear some inexplicable whispers."

…… Klein did n’t know how to answer the call, but asked instead:

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

He said that he took out the "note" written by Dunn Smith.

"Historical, complex, fragmented, and honestly, I have been trying to learn, but I can only grasp the preliminary, others are too troublesome, what people ’s diaries, popular books, epitaphs, etc. Wait, wait. "Neil complained," For example, the ones I have on hand need more detailed historical records to infer the specific content. "

"Why?" Klein sounded a little confused.

Neil pointed to the pages of the yellowish book in front of her:

"This is the diary that Russell Gustav lost before his death. For the sake of confidentiality, he used strange symbols he invented to record."

Mister Russell Great Emperor? Senior transmigrator? Klein froze for a moment, and immediately listened intently.

"Because many people believe that he did not really die, but became a secret God, there have always been evil cult apprentices who worship him to hold various rituals in an attempt to gain strength, and we occasionally encounter such things, gaining A few original or transcribed notebooks. "Neil shook his head and said," To this day, no one can decipher the true symbol of those special symbols, so 'Sacred Hall' allows us to keep a copy of the study, hoping to have unexpected surprises. " /

Speaking of which, Neil smiled proudly:

"I have deciphered several of these symbols and confirmed that it was a numeric expression. Look, what I found, this is actually a diary! Well, I hope to use historical events of different dates at that time, especially Emperor Compare the events around you with the diaries corresponding to the day, so as to interpret more symbols. "

"Genius thought, right?" This deeply gray and wrinkled old mister stared at Klein brightly.

Klein agreed to nod:

"Yes."

"haha, you can also take a look. I have to start helping me with this work tomorrow." Neil old mister pushed those yellowed pages to Klein.

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

Although those "symbols" are portrayed very ugly and slightly deformed, they will never admit their mistakes ...

Because this is the most familiar text:

Chinese!

fuck is still simplified Chinese characters!

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