The Mysterious King

Chapter 20: Forgetful Dunn

"Okay." Klein bowed slightly, took off the low hat and put it back on his

head, imagining more about the appearance of the sealed object "0-08".

An ordinary looking quill?

Writing without ink?

So what is its real function? So much so that it has to be kept highly

confidential and is considered "very dangerous"?

Isn't it a cause and effect pen that writes about so and so's death?

No, that is too outrageous. There is no need for Ince Zangwill to abscond...

Klein just turned around and was about to leave, but Dunn Smith suddenly

called him from behind:

"Wait a minute, I forgot something."

"What?" Klein turned around, his eyes full of confusion.

Dunn put down his pocket watch, smiled and said:

"Just remember to find the accountant Mrs. Oriana and advance four

weeks' salary, totaling 12 pounds. After that, you will only receive half of your

salary every week until it is repaid."

"It's too much. It's not necessary. You can have less." Klein subconsciously

said.

He didn't object to the advance, after all, he didn't even have the carriage

fare to go back, but receiving a huge sum of 12 pounds at once still frightened

him a little.

"No, this is necessary." Dunn shook his head and smiled, "Think about it,

are you still willing to live in your current apartment? Even the bathroom has to

be shared with several households. You don't have to consider yourself, but you

also have to consider the lady. And ...”

Seeing Klein nod in agreement, he paused, looked at the other person's

clothes with a smile, and said meaningfully:

"And you'll need a walking stick, too, and buy formal clothes again."

Klein was stunned for a second, then realized that his face felt a little hot

because the suit he was wearing was cheap.

Normally, a top hat must be made of silk and cost 5 to 6 soli, a bow tie is 3

soli, a cane inlaid with silver is 7 to 8 soli, a shirt is 3 soli, and a formal suit with

trousers, vest and tail costs about 7 pounds. Leather boots cost 9 to 10 soli. A set

like this would cost a total of more than 8 pounds and 7 soli. Of course, a decent

gentleman also needs a watch chain, pocket watch and wallet.

The original owner and his brother Benson were frugal and saved up a sum

of money. They went to a clothing store and asked about it. In the end, they ran

away without even daring to pay back the price. They made do with each other

in a cheap store near Iron Cross Street. I bought a set for less than two pounds.

It was because of this incident that the original owner was extremely

impressed with the price of clothing.

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

Like the original owner, ne is also a shameless person.

Dunn took out his pocket watch again, opened it, took a look and said:

"Or do you go find Mrs. Oriana first? I don't know how long you will stay at

Old Neil's place. After a while, Mrs. Oriana will go home."

"Okay." Klein felt deeply impoverished and did not express any objection.

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

"I'll let Roxanne take you there."

The rope was running and the gears were turning. Luo Shan, who was in

the reception hall of "Black Thorn Security Company", heard the bell hanging

next to her ringing softly. She quickly stood up and walked downstairs

carefully.

Not long after, she appeared in front of Klein.

Dunn Smith said with a humorous smile:

"I didn't disturb your rest, did I? Well, take Moretti to Mrs. Oriana."

Luo Shan curled her lips quietly and replied happily:

"Okay, Captain."

"That's it?" At this time, Klein blurted out in surprise.

Go to "Finance" to advance your salary. I don't need the captain to approve

a note. What do you write?

"So?" Dunn asked in confusion.

"I mean, if I go to Mrs. Oriana to advance my salary, don't I need your

signature?" Klein said as plainly as possible.

"Oh, no, no need, Roxanne can prove it." Dunn Smith replied, pointing to

the brown-haired girl.

Captain, there is almost no "financial management" here... Klein resisted

the urge to complain and followed Roxanne out of the room.

At this moment, he heard Dunn shout again:

"Wait a minute, there is one more thing."

Can we finish it all at once? Klein turned around with a smile on his face

and said:

"You tell me."

Dunn pressed his temples and said:

"When you go to Old Neil's place, remember to pick up ten rounds of

'Demon Hunting Bullets'."

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

"Isn't Welch's revolver with you? There's no need to hand it over." Dunn

put one hand in his pocket and said, "With the 'Demon Hunting Bullets', you

can protect us from any strange dangers." Yourself, well, this will at least give

you courage."

No need to add the last half sentence... Klein was worried about this matter

and answered without hesitation:

"Okay, I'll remember that!"

"This requires me to write a formal document, please wait." Dunn Smith

sat down, picked up a dark red absorbent pen, and wrote a "note" in one stroke,

signed his name, and stamped the On the chapter.

"Thank you, captain." Klein took it sincerely.

He stepped back slowly and turned around again.

"etc."

Dunn shouted again.

...Captain, you look to be in your thirties, why are you showing signs of

premature aging? Klein forced a smile, turned around and asked:

"What else?"

"I forgot just now. You haven't practiced shooting, so it's useless to hold

'Demon Hunting Bullets'. In this way, you can get another thirty rounds of

normal bullets every day, and take advantage of the opportunity to go out and

go to the streets, that is, Zotland Street 3 The underground shooting range of

the No. 1 is used for practice. Most of it belongs to the police department, but

there is a field dedicated to us Nighthawks. Ah, by the way, you also need to get

a badge from Old Neil, otherwise you will not be able to enter the shooting

range." Dunn He patted his forehead, took the "note" back from Klein, added

other contents, and added a chapter.

"Good shooters are all fed with bullets. Don't take it lightly." Dunn handed

the modified "note" to Klein again.

"I understand." Klein, who was afraid of the danger, couldn't wait to go

today.

He took two steps out, suddenly turned half cautiously, and spoke

carefully:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

"No more." Dunn nodded affirmatively.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and walked all the way to the door. He

wanted to turn around again and ask, "Is it really gone?"

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

"The captain has always been like this. He often forgets things." Luo Shan

walked beside and slandered in a low voice, "My grandma has a better memory

than him. Of course, he only forgets small things. Well, small things. Klein, I

will call you Ke from now on. Ryan, Mrs. Oriana is a kind person and easy to get

along with. Her father is a watchmaker and his craftsmanship is very good..."

Listening to the brown-haired girl's chatter, Klein stepped up the stairs,

returned to the upper floor, and saw Mrs. Oriana in the outermost office on the

right.

This is a black-haired lady wearing a ruffled dress. She looks to be in her

thirties, with fashionable curly hair, a pair of clear green pupils and a smile,

delicate and elegant.

After listening to Roxanne relaying Dunn Smith's arrangement, Oriana

took out a note and wrote an advance payment slip:

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

"Okay." Klein completed the procedure familiarly.

Oriana took out the copper key, opened the safe in the room, counted the

gold pounds, and said with a smile:

"You are so lucky. You have enough cash today. By the way, Klein, you were

invited by the captain because you were involved in evil incidents and you have

special skills?"

"Yes, madam, your intuition is very accurate." Klein did not hesitate to

praise.

Oriana took out four bills with a light gray background and dark black

patterns, locked the safe again, turned around, and said with a smile:

"Because I'm like that too."

"Really?" Klein appropriately expressed surprise.

"Do you know the serial killer who shocked the entire city of Tingen

sixteen years ago?" Oriana handed four gold pounds to Klein.

"...Remember! He was the 'b****y Butcher' who killed five girls in a row,

taking out some of their hearts and some of their stomachs? When I was a

child, my mother often used this to scare my sister." Klein thought for a

moment. road.

He took the banknotes and found two 5-pound banknotes and two 1-pound

banknotes. They were both gray with black stripes, complex patterns and

special watermarks on the four corners.

The former is slightly larger. In the center is Henry Augustus I, the fifth

king of Loen Kingdom and the direct ancestor of George III. He wears a white

hairband, has a round face, narrow eyes, and an unusually serious expression.

But in Klein's eyes, Here, there is an indescribable closeness.

This is a 5 pound note!

It's equal to Benson's salary in the past four weeks!

In 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 resolute eyes.

During his reign, the Kingdom of Loon got rid of its old shackles. , once again

reached the top of the nations.

These are all "good kings"... Klein could vaguely smell the refreshing smell

of banknote ink.

"Yes, if the Nighthawks hadn't arrived 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.

"It sounds like that serial killer, no, butcher, is an extraordinary person?"

Klein carefully folded the banknotes, put them into the inner pocket of his suit,

and then touched the area several times for confirmation.

"Yes." Mrs. Oriana nodded heavily, "He has killed many people before. The

reason why he was caught that time was because he was preparing a demonic

ritual."

"No wonder we need different internal organs... I'm sorry, madam, for

reminding you of bad things." Klein said sincerely.

Oriana chuckled and said, "I'm not afraid a long time ago... I was studying

accounting in a business school at that time, and then I came here. Well, I won't

delay you anymore, you still have to go find Old Neil."

"Goodbye, madam." Klein took off his hat and saluted, and exited the

office. Before going down the stairs, he couldn't help but touch his inner pocket

to confirm that the 12-pound note was still there.

He turned at the intersection and walked to the right. Not long after, he saw

a half-open iron door.

Boom, boom, boom.

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

"come in."

Klein pushed open the iron door and found that it was a narrow room with

only a table and two chairs.

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 classic black robe was reading

a few yellowed pages by the light of a gas lamp.

He raised his head, looked at the door and said:

"Are you Klein Moretti? Little Roxanne came over just now and said you

were very polite."

"Miss Rosanne is really a friendly person. Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein

took off his hat in greeting.

"Have a seat." Neil pointed to the intricately patterned silver-inlaid tin can

on the table, "Would you like a cup of hand-ground coffee?"

The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth were deep, and his dark red eyes

were slightly cloudy.

"You don't seem to have drank at all?" Klein keenly noticed that Neil's

ceramic cup was full of water.

"Haha, this is my habit. I don't drink coffee after 3 pm." Neil explained

with a smile.

"Why?" Klein asked casually.

Neil looked into Klein's eyes with a smile and said:

"I'm afraid that if I don't sleep well at night, I might hear some

inexplicable whispers."

...Klein didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he asked instead:

"Mr. Neal, what documents and classics should I read?"

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

"Things related to history, complicated and fragmented. To be honest, I

have been trying to learn, but I can only master the preliminary. Others are too

troublesome, such as people's diaries at that time, popular books, epitaphs,

etc., etc. Wait." Neil complained, "For example, the ones I have on hand require

more detailed historical records to infer the specific content."

"Why?" Klein was a little confused.

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

"This is the diary lost bv Russell Gustav before his death. In order to keep it

secret, he used strange symbols he invented to record it."

Emperor Russell? Senior time traveler? Klein was stunned for a moment,

then listened intently.

"Because many people believe that he did not really die, but became a

hidden god, so cultists who worship him have always held various rituals in an

attempt to gain power. We occasionally encounter such things and obtain

several original Or the notes in the copybook." Neil shook his head and said,

"To this day, no one can decipher the true symbols of those special symbols, so

the 'Temple' allows us to keep the copies for study, hoping for unexpected

surprises."

Speaking of this, Neil showed a proud smile:

"I have deciphered several of the symbols and confirmed that they are

expressions of numbers. Look, what I found is actually a diary! Well, I hope to

use historical events from different dates at that time, especially events around

the emperor. , compare it with the diary's records on the corresponding day,

and interpret more symbols.”

"A genius idea, right?" The old gentleman with gray hair and deep wrinkles

looked at Klein with bright eyes.

Klein nodded in agreement:

"Yes."

"Haha, you can take a look. You have to start helping me with this work

tomorrow." Mr. Neil pushed the yellowed pages to Klein.

Klein turned them around and just glanced at them, his whole body stayed

there!

Although those "symbols" were copied and painted very ugly and slightly

deformed, I would never admit they were wrong...

Because this is the text I am most familiar with:

Chinese!

TM is still in simplified Chinese!