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Pour the coffee, return to the arsenal and take a thick stack of historical materials and drafts of the old Neil, and Klein turned to the ladder leading to the Black Thorns Security Company along a gas lamp on the wall.

Hey, hey, hey, the footsteps echoed in the sealed and empty ground.

Klein walked through the winding staircase, pushed the door open, and identified it, heading straight to the second office opposite.

After two days of familiarity, he has roughly figured out the layout of the Black Thorne Security Company:

Just getting started is a spacious reception hall, with a set of sofas, tables and chairs, through the partition, is the inner area, the three rooms on the left side of the corridor are near and far from the accounting room of Mrs. Oliana, and there are several similar The lounge on the sofa bed and the stairs to the ground floor.

The three rooms on the right are from the office of Captain Dunn Smith, the office of the civilian staff who have typewriters, and the entertainment room of the official members of the Night Club.

Klein had seen Leonard Mitchell play cards in the recreation room with two other team members. He guessed that he was a landlord. Of course, Russell had renamed it, called "Fighting Evil", just playing. There is no difference between what Klein knows.

Brett will have a day of sleep after the night, and Roshan stays at the reception desk. Sizel Francis, who is responsible for purchasing, claiming supplies and part-time coachman, goes out as usual, when Klein pushes the office of the civilian staff office. At the door, all three tables were empty, and the pure mechanical typewriter was quietly placed.

"Axon's Type 1346 typewriter..." Klein whispered a similar article in the mentor's office and Welch's house, only to see that the looming complex control system was full of mechanical beauty.

He went to the desk with the typewriter and sat down for a while, trying to type virtual.

At the beginning, he always instinctively processed into pinyin. When he was familiar with it, he “digested” the corresponding memory fragments of the original master and no longer made mistakes.

Da da da!

The rhythmic keyboard percussion sounds like a piece of hard music from metal and industry. With this melody, Klein quickly made a file for the application.

But he was not in a hurry to find Dunn Smith, but he converges and carefully reads the historical materials provided by Daniel, both reviewing and learning.

Near noon, he moved his neck and put away the information. According to the draft of the "mystery course", he reconciled the content of the morning study.

It was not until this time that he took the "application" and went to the office next door, gently ringing the door.

Dunn was waiting for the delivery of lunch. After seeing the documents that Klein handed over, the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned:

"Old Neil teaches you?"

"Yeah." Klein did not hesitate to betray the old Neil.

Dunn picked up the dark red pen and brushed it and said:

"I am going to apply for the funds for July, August and September in the church and the county police department. I will include you in this, and I will ask for Mrs. Oliana to take it out after approval, and I will be able to take it in the afternoon."

"Okay," Klein replied succinctly.

His tone and gaze have been marked with a lot of joy.

Before he left, he asked casually:

"In July, August and September, shouldn’t the application be completed in June?"

How can I apply for the July funding in July?

Dunn was silent for a few seconds and took a sip of the coffee cup and said:

"In June, I encountered three consecutive cases, and I was so busy that I was too busy to forget something."

It’s a captain with poor memory... Klein knows that he has asked questions that he shouldn’t ask, and laughed twice and hurryed out.

In this way, he began a simple and regular life, half an hour of morning meditation, two hours of occult lessons in the morning, one and a half hours of historical data mastery, after lunch, take a nap in the lounge to regain energy.

Then, get the bullets, go to the "shooting club" practice, practice, then take a walk to the Welch residence, change the route, and walk back to the Iron Cross Street, which can save a public carriage fee, if there is still free , skilled in the spirit, spirit and other skills, and by the way to buy a dish.

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

A private chemical laboratory with complete instruments and items.

A tall, blond-smooth Audrey stared at the cup in her hand, and saw countless bubbles popping out, making the atmosphere quiet.

Eventually, the liquid in the cup settled to a thick silver white.

"Haha, I really have the talent of occultism, I have succeeded once! I was worried about failure before, and prepared two full materials!" The girl rejoiced.

She collected all the remaining materials from the family treasures and exchanged with others, took a deep breath, prepared to close her eyes and drank the "audience" potion.

At this moment, the sound of "Wang Wang Wang" came from outside the laboratory, and Audrey frowned.

She put the silvery liquid swaying cup into the dark corner, turned her body and walked to the door.

"Su Shi, who is here?" Audrey twisted the handle and asked the golden retriever dog sitting at the door.

The golden-haired big dog Su Shi shook his tail and looked good. The close-fitting maid Annie appeared in the nearby corridor.

Audrey walked out of the lab and grabbed the door and looked at Annie:

"Don't you say that? Don't bother me when I do a chemical experiment."

Annie replied distressedly:

"There may be an invitation from the Duchess, Mrs. Jura."

"The wife of the Duke of Nigan?" Audrey walked a few steps forward, close to Anne Road.

"Yes, she invited the court baker Ms. Wei Wei and invited her wife to have an afternoon tea." Annie said the contents of the invitation.

Audrey slightly invisibly drummed the gangsters:

"Tell my mother, say that I am dizzy, maybe the sun is too strong, a little dehydrated, please ask her to say sorry to Mrs. Jura on my behalf."

During the speech, she made a weak look.

"Miss, this is not just afternoon tea, but a literature salon," Annie added.

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

At the same time, she silently recited in her heart: If I persist, then I will faint to show you, the etiquette teacher said that my movements are perfect... I seem to hear something?

"All right." Annie sighed. "Do you need me to help you back to the room?"

"No, I will clean up the lab first." Audrey can't wait to return immediately and take the potion.

But she still held her temper and watched Annie go away before she returned to the lab door.

Suddenly, she found that the golden-haired big dog Su Shi, who should have been outside, was gone, and the lab door was half open.

"I forgot that Su Shi will open the door with a handle... What sound? Not good!" Audrey heard the crisp movement inside, and suddenly there was a association, rushing into the laboratory.

She was in sight, the cup that was broken on the ground, the last drop of silvery white liquid from the Golden Retriever.

Audrey was stupid at the door, like a statue.

The golden-haired big dog Su Shi immediately sat down and looked at the owner with innocent eyes and shook his tail.

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

The offshore location of Port Pritz, on an island that always shrouds the storm, an ancient sailing ship stops at the port.

Alger Wilson, who has a soft yellow hair and a robes in a lightning pattern, looks across the street and is very puzzled:

"Alger, you can go back to the kingdom, become the captain of the punitive squad or a decent bishop. Why choose to go to the sea and choose to become the captain of the ‘Blue Revenge’?”

Alger’s rough face had no extra expression, and he solemnly replied:

"The sea belongs to the storm. This is the kingdom of the Lord. I am willing to follow the will of the Lord and patrol this kingdom for Him."

"Okay." The yellow-haired man holds the boxing chest. "The storm is with you."

"The storm is with you." Alger returned to the standard etiquette.

He stood on the deck of a few crew members and watched his companion leave the ghost ship and go further and further.

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

At the same time, Audrey daring to complete the second modulation.

Looking at the silver potion that was no different from before, she almost shed tears.

Huh, she drank the "audience" potion with a small mouth and quickly.

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

On Friday, a heavy rain hitting Tingen, and the raindrops hit all the windows.

Inside the Black Thorny Security Company, Klein, Rosanne and Brett sat on the sofa in the reception hall and enjoyed lunch on the table.

Because there is only a boiling water stove, there is no hot leftovers, and Klein can't eat brown bread every day, or go back in the public carriage - then he has to consider after walking from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence in the afternoon. Returning by car was a waste of money, so I had to follow my colleagues like Luo Shan to eat the so-called "office meals."

——The nearby Oldville Restaurant will send a waiter on time at 10:30 every day. I ask that there are several people who need lunch. After confirming the number of copies, they will be sent at 12:30, using a lunch box. The dishes are filled, and at three in the afternoon, they will ask if they have ordered dinner and recycled tableware.

Such "food" has meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the weight is not a lot, it can barely make a person full, ranging from 7 pence to 10 pence, with different grades.

Klein was cheeky, picking up 7 pence each time, usually half a pound of oatmeal bread, a small piece of meat with different practices, a spoonful of vegetable puree, and a little cream, or butter.

"Today, there is only one person who is worthy of the night..." Roshan sent the soup to the mouth with a spoon.

"I heard that there was a case in the Jintongtong District and there were elements of the sect, so the police department invited two nights to pass..." Brett put down the bread lane.

Klein used the remaining oatmeal bread to hold the last gravy and stuffed it into the mouth without speaking.

In his left hand cuff, there is a silver chain hanging around a citrine.

Just then, a percussive sound came from the half-covered door.

"...please come in." Luo Shan snorted, put a spoon, wiped his mouth with a quick handkerchief, and got up and said.

The door was pushed open, and a man wearing a half-high hat and a black dress on the left shoulder was wet.

He has a white horn, an umbrella that he puts away, and looks at Klein and others:

"Here is the former mercenary squad?"

"You can say that." Roshan answered with familiarity.

The tall, thin man coughed a channel:

"I have a mission that I want to commission."