The Mysterious King

Chapter 16: Dogs Taking Mice

I have finally passed the test of a psychic

Klein exhaled his turbid breath and slowly turned around, enjoying the tranquility and cool breeze of the night while strolling towards the entrance of the apartment.

He took out the key, inserted it, and gently twisted it, causing the crimson black to expand with the creaking sound.

Walking on the deserted stairs, breathing the cold air, Klein inexplicably had a wonderful feeling of having a few more hours of life than others, to the extent that his footsteps became light and agile.

With a similar mindset, he opened his own room door, but before he could step in, he saw a figure sitting quietly in the darkness in front of his desk. His black hair was bathed in red, his brown pupils were bright, and his face was delicate, like Melissa Moretti!

Klein, where have you been? "Melissa asked with a puzzled expression as her brow relaxed.

Before Klein could answer, she added, "I just got up to go to the bathroom and found out you're not at home

Klein has rich experience in deceiving parents, and with a moment of thought, calmly answers with a wry smile:

After waking up once, I couldn't sleep a bit. I thought it would be better to exercise to waste time like this, so I went out for a few laps. Look, I'm sweating all over

He took off his coat, turned half around, and pointed to his back.

Melissa stood up and glanced nonchalantly, pondering for a few seconds, saying:

Klein, you don't really need to. You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. You can definitely pass the interview at the University of Tyngen, and even if you don't, you can still find a better one

I haven't even considered the interview... Klein nodded and said:

I understand

He did not say that he had found a job because he had not yet considered whether to go or not.

Melissa gave him a deep glance, then suddenly turned around and ran into the room, taking out a turtle shaped object made up of gears, rust iron, springs, and spring.

Quickly tightening the spring, Melissa placed the item on the desk.

Click, click, click, click, the "turtle" jumps and walks in a rhythmic manner, making people involuntarily shift their attention to it.

When you feel annoyed, watching it move like this makes you feel much more comfortable. I've been doing this a lot lately, it's very effective! Klein, give it a try, "Melissa invited with a bright eye.

Klein didn't refuse his sister's kindness and looked closely at the "turtle", waiting for it to stop before laughing:

Simplicity and regularity can indeed bring relaxation

Without waiting for Melissa to speak again, he pointed to the "turtle" and casually asked:

Did it yourself? When did it happen? Why don't I know

I made it out of materials that were not needed at school and things I picked up on the road, and it was done two days ago. "Melissa's expression remained unchanged, her mouth slightly tilted.

It's great, "Klein sincerely praised.

Melissa raised her chin slightly, her eyes slightly curved, and answered in a flat tone:

Not bad, not bad

Excessive humility is a bad character, "Klein chuckled lightly

Next, he shifted the topic:

How come you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night with a toilet inside? And aren't you good at sleeping until dawn

Melissa was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, she opened her mouth and prepared to explain.

At this moment, there was a loud and intense digestive sound coming from her chest and abdomen.

Me, I'll go sleep again

She grabbed the turtle shaped 'doll' and trotted back into the room, closing the door.

Last night's dinner was too good, I ate too much, and my stomach didn't get used to it... Klein shook his head and laughed, slowly walked to the desk, sat silently in the chair, and quietly thought about Dunn Smith's invitation.

The drawbacks of being a civil servant in the night watch team are very obvious:

As a traveler and the initiator of the mysterious gathering, the "Fool", he has many secrets in his body and has been wandering under the eyes of the team of the Night Goddess Church specialized in handling extraordinary events for a long time, which is not a small risk;

As long as you join Dunn Smith and his team, your goal will definitely be to become extraordinary and cover up the benefits you gain from the "gathering", while becoming a formal member will inevitably limit your freedom, just like civil servants who leave Tingen must declare where they want to go, do what they want to do, and miss many opportunities;

The night watchman is a tight organization, and once there is a task, they can only wait for arrangements, accept orders, and cannot refuse;

Extraordinary people have a risk of losing control;

After listing the drawbacks in his mind, Klein turned to the necessity and benefits:

From the experiences such as the 'transit ceremony', it can be seen that he will not be the lucky one mentioned by Dunn at 80%. There will inevitably be strange events that fall on him in the future, full of danger. Only by becoming an extraordinary person or joining a night watchman can he have the ability to resist;

To become an extraordinary person, it is impossible to rely solely on "gatherings". The prescription of magic potions is not a big problem, but there are serious obstacles to finding the corresponding materials, how to obtain them, how to make them, and the ordinary knowledge of the extraordinary person's daily cultivation. It is impossible to ask for "justice" and "hanging people upside down" in everything, and to exchange everything for them. This not only damages the image of the "fool", but also makes the other person suspicious, Moreover, there is not yet enough time to communicate such delicate issues, and similarly, they cannot come up with anything they are interested in themselves;

In addition, more material interactions will leave traces of real identity, and at that time, "online disputes" will turn into "offline conflicts", which will be in great trouble;

By joining the 'Night Watch', one will inevitably have access to common knowledge and relevant channels of the mysterious world, accumulate enough corresponding networks, and use this as a fulcrum to leverage the 'gathering' and obtain the maximum benefits from 'justice' and 'hanging people'. This in turn will enhance the current state, obtain more resources, and form a virtuous cycle;

Of course, you can also join the "Alchemy of Psychology" organization that Dunn confided in, which is suppressed and surrounded by major churches. Being a member of them will also lose their freedom, and even constantly have to be afraid. The more important issue is that you don't know where to find them, even if you extract corresponding information from the "hanging man" mouth, there will be a risk of life if you contact them recklessly;

Becoming a civilian personnel also has opportunities for buffering and exiting;

Little hidden in the wild, middle hidden in the city, big hidden in the court, and being on duty may be a better protective color;

In the future, as a high-level member of the arbitration tribunal, who would have thought of themselves as a heretic and a mastermind behind a secret organization?

Dawn shone, crimson faded, and as he gazed at the golden sky, Klein made up his mind.

Today, go find Dunn Smith and become a civil servant on duty!

You didn't sleep? "At this moment, Melissa woke up again, pushed the door out, and was surprised to see her brother stretching without any image.

Think of something, "Klein smiled, relaxed all over.

Melissa pondered for a moment and said:

When encountering difficulties, I will list the bad and good aspects one by one. After listing them, I will compare them again and get 'tips' on how to do it

Good habit, I did the same Klein smiled in response.

Melissa's expression relaxed and she didn't say much. She took a large yellowed piece of paper and toiletries and went to the public bathroom.

After breakfast, Klein didn't go out and took a good nap, as he understood that almost all pubs were closed in the morning.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he used a small brush and handkerchief to smooth out the wrinkles and dirt on the top hat, restoring it to its tidiness. Then, he dressed up and went out, as if attending an interview.

Beisike Street is a bit far, and Klein was afraid of missing the night watchman's "work time" and did not walk there. Instead, he waited for the public carriage to arrive at the intersection of Iron Cross Street.

In the Kingdom of Roon, public carriages are divided into two types: trackless and railed. The former is pulled by two horses and can accommodate around twenty people, including the top of the carriage. There is only a rough route, no specific stations, flexible operation, and stop at any time, unless the passengers are full.

The latter is operated by a railway carriage company, which first lays a device similar to a railway track on the main street. Horses walk on the inside, and the wheels rotate on top, making it easy and labor-saving. Therefore, it can pull larger double decker carriages for nearly fifty passengers. The only problem is that the route is fixed, the stations are fixed, and many places cannot be reached, which is relatively rigid.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the wheels hitting the track shifted from far to near, and a double decker carriage stopped at the station on Iron Cross Street.

Go to Beswick Street, "Klein said to the driver.

You have to turn to Champagne Street, but when you get there, it only takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street, "explained the driver about the route issue.

Then go to Champagne Street, "Klein nodded in agreement.

It's over 4 kilometers, 4 pence, "said a young man with a white face next to the driver, spreading out his hand.

He is the staff responsible for collecting money.

Okay, "Klein took out four copper pence from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

He got into the carriage and found that there were not many passengers, even on the first floor, there were still several vacant seats.

I only have 3 pence on me, I have to walk back... "Klein pressed his hat and sat firmly.

On this floor, most of the men and women sit upright in formal attire, as well as those who wear work clothes and leisurely read newspapers. However, few people speak and they are quite quiet.

Klein closed his eyes to concentrate and didn't pay attention to the comings and goings of the passengers around him.

Stop after stop, he finally heard the words "Champagne Street".

After getting off the carriage and inquiring along the way, he quickly arrived at Bessie Street and saw a tavern with a brown and yellow hound logo painted on it.

Klein extended his right hand and pushed hard, causing the heavy door to slowly open. The noisy sound and restless heat surged in.

Although it was still the afternoon, there were already many customers in the tavern, some of whom were temporary workers searching for opportunities and waiting to be hired, while others were idle and using alcohol to numb themselves.

Inside the tavern, it was quite dark, with two large iron cages standing in the center, one-third of which were deep into the ground without any gaps left. People holding wooden wine glasses gathered around, sometimes discussing loudly, sometimes cursing and laughing.

Klein took a curious look and found two dogs locked inside. One was black and white, similar to Earth's Husky, and the other was pitch black with shiny fur and fierce, robust and fierce.

Do you want to bet? Doug has won eight games in a row this time! "A short man in a brown soft hat approached and pointed to the black dog.

Betting? Klein was momentarily taken aback and soon realized:

Dog fighting

When at Hoy University, those noble students and children of wealthy families would always contemptuously and curiously ask themselves, do rude workers and unemployed thugs enjoy participating in boxing and gambling in taverns? In addition to boxing and playing cards, does gambling also include cruel and b****y activities such as cockfighting and dog fighting?

The short man sneered:

Sir, we are civilized people and will not do such shameful things

Speaking of this, he muttered softly, "And last year there was a law prohibiting these things

So what are you betting on? "Klein was curious for a moment.

Look who the good 'hunter' is, "the short man just finished speaking, and there was a sensation in the field.

He turned his head and waved his hand excitedly, saying:

This game has started, you can't bet anymore. You can wait for the next game

Upon hearing this, Klein stood on tiptoe, raised his head, and looked up to see two strong men each dragging a sack to the side of the iron cage. He opened the "prison door" and dumped the contents inside.

That's a gray, disgusting animal!

Klein carefully identified and found that it was actually a mouse, dozens or hundreds of mice!

Because the iron cage was deep underground with no gaps, the mice were running around but couldn't escape.

At this moment, as the cage door closed, the iron chains of the two dogs were untied.

Woo! "The black dog pounced and bit a mouse to death.

The black and white dog first looked confused, and then excitedly played with the mice.

People around them either hold their glasses, stare intently, or shout loudly:

Bite it! f**k it

Doug Doug

... God TM dog grabs mice... Klein wakes up and his mouth twitches uncontrollably.

The gambling project here is actually betting on which dog to catch more mice

Maybe we can still bet a few more

No wonder someone has been buying live mice on Iron Cross Street

It's really unique

Klein shook his head and jokingly retreated, bypassing the squeezed drinkers from the edge to reach the front of the bar.

New face? "The bartender looked up at him as he wiped his glass." Rye beer costs 1p per glass, Enmat beer costs 2p, South Wales beer costs 4p, or would you like a pure malt made Langchi

I'm looking for Mr. Wright, "Klein said bluntly.

The bartender whistled and shouted to the side:

Old man, someone is looking for you

Hmm, who... "A hazy voice emerged, and a drunken old man stood behind the bar.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at Klein, saying:

Young man, are you looking for me

Mr. Wright, I want to hire a mercenary squad for the mission, "Klein replied according to Dunn's instructions.

Mercenary Squad? Are you living in an adventure story? There's no such thing anymore! "The bartender interrupted with a smile.

Wright remained silent for a few seconds and said:

Who told you to look here

Dunn, Dunn Smith, "Klein replied truthfully.

Wright immediately chuckled:

I understand, actually... mercenary squads still exist, but they have changed their form and given a name that is closer to the current society. You can find one on the second floor of 36 Zotland Street

Thank you, "Klein sincerely thanked and turned to squeeze out of the bar.

As he was about to leave, the group of drinkers gathered around suddenly quieted down, leaving only a murmur:

Doug unexpectedly lost

Lost

Klein laughed and shook his head, quickly left, and asked the way to nearby Zotland Street.

30, 32, 34... here. "He counted the number and walked into the stairs.

Turning around the corner and ascending step by step, he saw a vertical sign and the current name of the so-called mercenary squad:

Black Thorn Security Company