The Mysterious King

Chapter 23 Off-Hand Weapons

Walking on Zotland Street, feeling the hot and humid breeze blowing, the

high-spirited Klein suddenly thought of something:

I only have 3 pennies left in change. Taking apublic carriage back to Iron

Cross Street costs 4 pennies. Giving a1 gold pound note as change is like giving

100 yuan to buy a bottle of low-priced mineral water before crossing.No.There

is no other way, I really can't make that face go away.

"Sit 3 kilometers for 3 pennies and walk the rest of the way?" Klein put one

hand in his pocket, slowed down, and thought of other ways.

"No!" He quickly rejected the previous idea.

The rest of the journey would take quite a while just by walking. It was too

unsafe with a "huge sum" of 12 pounds!

Moreover, I was worried that the revolver would be confiscated by the

"Nighthawks" before, so I deliberately didn't bring it with me today.If I

encounter any danger caused by Welch's death, I will have no power to resist!

"Go to a nearby bank and change it into change? No, no, the five-

thousandth handling fee is too extravagant!" Klein shook his head silently,

feeling distressed just thinking about the handling fees he might have to pay!

As methods were eliminated one by one, Klein's eyes suddenly lit up and he

saw a clothing store!

That's right, isn't the most normal idea just to buy something at the right

price and get change?

Formal suits, shirts, vests, trousers, leather boots and walking sticks are all

within your budget, so you have to buy them sooner or later!

Well, it's troublesome to try on clothes, and Benson knows better than me

and is better at bargaining. You can wait until he comes back to consider...

How about buying a cane?

good! There is a well-known proverb that a walking stick is a gentleman's

best self-defense weapon. It can be used as half a crowbar. Carrying a g*n in

one hand and a stick in the other is the way civilized people fight!

While his thoughts were swirling, Klein made up his mind, half-turned his

body, and turned into the "Welker Clothing Shop".

The layout of the clothing store is very similar to the clothing store before

he traveled. On the left is a row of formal clothes against the wall. In the center

are shirts, trousers, vests, ties and other items. On the right are pairs of leather

shoes and boots placed in glass cabinets..

"Sir, what do you want to buy?" A male clerk in a white shirt and red vest

came over and asked politely.

In the Kingdom of Loen, because the gentlemen with status, power, and

wealth like to wear white shirts, black vests, black pants, and black formal

clothes, the colors are quite monotonous, so the male servants, shop

assistants, and waiters are required to wear bright colors. , or colorful to

distinguish between master and servant or noble and humble.

In contrast, ladies and ladies wear dresses in different colors and are richly

decorated, while maids can only wear black with white, or white with black.

Facing the male clerk's question, Klein thought for a while and said:

"The cane should be heavier and harder."

The kind that can blow someone's head off!

The clerk in the red vest looked at Klein covertly, led him into the store,

pointed to the row of canes in the corner and said:

"The one inlaid with gold is made of iron core wood. It is very heavy and

hard. It costs 11 soles and 7 pence. Do you want to try it?"

11 solers 7p? why don't you go and grab it? Is it great to set it with some

gold? Klein was taken aback by the price.

He remained calm on the surface, nodded slightly and said:

"OK."

The clerk in the red vest took off the iron core wooden cane and handed it

to Klein carefully, as if he was afraid that he would break the goods.

As soon as Klein took the cane, he felt heavy. He tried to move it and found

that he could not swing it smoothly.

"It's too heavy." Klein shook his head in relief.

This is no excuse!

The clerk in the red vest put back the iron-core wooden cane and pointed at

the other three:

"This is walnut, made by Mr. Hess, the most famous cane maker in Tingen.

It costs 10 soles and 3 pence... It is made of sunk wood, inlaid with silver, and is

as hard as steel. It costs 7 soles and 6 pence... This It is made from the heart of

the Baiboli tree, also inlaid with silver, and costs 7 soles and 10 pence..."

Klein took them one by one and tried them out, and found that the weights

were more suitable. Then he tapped them with his fingers to roughly grasp the

hardness of each cane. Finally, he chose the cheapest one.

"Let's just use this one made of water-sinked wood." Klein pointed at the

silver-encrusted cane in the hand of the clerk in the red vest.

"Okay, sir, please follow me over there to pay. If this cane becomes worn or

stained in the future, you can leave it to us to help you deal with it for free." The

clerk in the red vest led Klein to the counter.

Klein took this opportunity to unfold the four gold pounds in his palm and

took out one of the smaller two.

"Hello, 7 soles and 6 pence." The clerk behind the counter smiled and

saluted.

Klein wanted to maintain the dignity of a gentleman, but when he

stretched out his left hand holding a 1 gold pound note, he couldn't help but

speak:

"can you reduce the price?"

"Sir, these are all handmade, and our cost is very high." The red vest clerk

replied from the side, "And the owner is not here, so we are not qualified to

help him reduce the price."

The clerk behind the counter echoed:

"Sir, I'm sorry."

"Okay." Klein handed over the banknotes and took the black cane with a

silver tip from the clerk in the red vest.

While waiting for change, he took a few steps back, distanced himself, and

tried the waving effect of the "off-hand weapon" to a small extent.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The sound of the wind was very heavy and had texture in the air. Klein

nodded with satisfaction.

He turned his gaze back to the front, expecting to see banknotes and coins,

but was shocked to find that the clerk in the red vest retreated far away, and the

one behind the counter shrank into a corner, close to the double-barreled

shotgun hanging on the wall.

The Kingdom of Loen implements a semi-controlled policy on thermal

weapons. If you want to own a g*n, you need to apply for a "full range of

weapons use license" or a "hunting license". However, no matter which type,

you are not allowed to own repeating rifles, steam high-pressure guns and

Arms control things like six-barreled machine guns.

A "Full Class Weapons Use License" allows you to purchase and keep any

kind of civilian firearms at will, but it is extremely troublesome to obtain. Even

a businessman with a certain status may not pass the review. A "Hunting

License" is relatively easy, and even a farmer in the suburbs can get it. You can

get it, but this type of license is limited to the use of shotguns, and there are

limits on the number. Many people with few assets will apply for one to protect

themselves in critical situations, such as now...

...Klein looked at the two wary clerks, the corners of his mouth twitched,

and he laughed dryly:

"Yes, this cane is very suitable for swinging. I am very satisfied with it."

Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, the clerk behind the counter

relaxed and handed over the banknotes and copper coins he had just found.

Klein took it and took a look at it. He saw two 5-sulu banknotes, two 1-sura

banknotes, and a 5-pence and a1-pence copper coin. He couldn't help but

nodded inwardly.

After pausing for two seconds, he ignored the clerk's gaze and unfolded the

four banknotes one by one toward a bright place to confirm that the security

patterns and watermarks were correct.

After doing all this, Klein put the banknotes and coins separately, held his

cane, held up his hat, and walked out of the "Wilker Clothing Shop" like a

gentleman, and luxuriously took the nearby trackless public carriage. , after a

transfer and a total cost of 6 pence, we returned to the apartment smoothly.

After closing the door, he counted the 11 pounds and 12 soli notes three

times before putting them in the desk drawer, and then found the pistol with a

copper wheel and a wooden grip.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Five brass-colored bullets landed on the desk one after another, and Klein

stuffed the silver "demon-hunting bullets" with complex patterns and dark

holy symbols into the wheel one by one.

Similarly, he only stuffed five bullets to leave space to prevent accidental

firing, and stored the rest in a small iron box together with the five normal

bullets he just took out.

Snapped!

The wheel closed, and Klein suddenly felt a lot more secure.

He enthusiastically put the revolver into the g*n bag under his arm,

buckled it firmly, and then practiced the action of unbuckling and drawing the

gun over and over again. When his arms were sore, he would rest for a while

before continuing, until the sky was getting dark and a renter appeared in the

aisle. The sound of guests moving around.

call! Klein exhaled and put the revolver back into the g*n bag under his

arm.

It was only then that he changed out of his formal clothes and vest, put on

his daily brown and yellow coat, and started doing arm relaxation exercises.

Click, click, click, footsteps are approaching, the key is inserted into the

keyhole, and the sound of twisting is heard.

Melissa, with silky black hair, pushed open the door and walked in. Her

nose twitched slightly. Her eyes swept over the unlit stove, and the look in her

eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

"Klein, I'll cook the remaining ingredients from last night. Benson may be

back tomorrow." Melissa turned to look at her brother.

Klein put his hands in his pockets, leaned his thighs against the edge of the

desk, and said with a smile:

"No, let's go out to eat."

"Eating out?" Melissa asked in shock.

"How about going to the 'Silver Crown Restaurant' on Daffodil Street? I

heard it tastes great." Klein suggested.

"But..." Melissa still didn't understand the situation.

Klein smiled and said:

“Celebrate that I got a job."

"Have you found a job?" Melissa's voice became louder unconsciously,

"But, isn't the interview at Tingen University tomorrow?"

"Another job." Klein took out the stack of banknotes from the drawer with

a smile. "They also advanced my salary for four weeks."

Melissa looked at the gold pounds and Suler with wide eyes:

"Goddess...what kind of job did you, they, you, find?"

This... Klein's expression froze, and he considered his words:

"A security company whose mission is to find, collect and protect

antiquities. They need professional consultants, a five-year contract, and £3

per week."

"...Were you worried about this matter last night?" Melissa said after a

moment of silence.

Klein nodded and said:

"Yes, it is more honorable to be a teacher at Tingen University, but I like

this job better."

"...Actually, it's pretty good too." Melissa smiled encouragingly and asked,

half puzzled and half curious, "How come they gave you a full four weeks'

salary in advance?"

"Because we need to move, we need more rooms, and we need our own

bathroom." Klein raised the corners of his mouth and spread his hands.

He felt like he was smiling flawlessly, and all he had to do was ask, "Are

you surprised?"

Melissa was stunned, and suddenly spoke very quickly, slightly flustered:

"Klein, we actually live pretty well. I occasionally complain about not

having my own bathroom. It's just a habit. Do you remember Jenny? The one

who used to live next door to us had to move in since her father was injured and

lost his job. Down the street, a family of five can only live in one room, sleeping

three on bunk beds and two on the floor. They are also thinking of renting out

the remaining space on the floor bunk to others..."

"Compared to her family, we are very good and lucky. Don't waste your

salary on this matter. Besides, I like Mrs. Slim's bakery very much."

Sister, your reaction is different from the script I expected... Klein looked

dumbfounded after hearing this.