Lord of the Mysteries

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"Okay." Klein whispered, taking off the low hat and putting it on his head again, and he thought more about the seal "0-08".

Looks like a normal feather pen?

Writing does not require ink?

So what is its real role? So that it is highly confidential and considered "very dangerous"?

Wouldn't it be the cause and effect of writing who died?

No, that’s too bad, Inns Zangweier doesn’t have to sneak away...

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

"Wait a minute, I forgot something."

"What?" Klein turned his head back, full of doubts.

Dunn put a good pocket watch and smiled and said:

"You wait to find Mrs. Oliana, the accountant's salary for a total of 12 pounds, and then only receive half of the salary every week until the repayment is completed."

"Too much, no need for this, you can be a little less." Klein said subconsciously.

For the advance payment, he did not object to it. After all, he did not even have the public carriage fee to go back. He could take a huge sum of 12 pounds, but some people would scare him.

"No, this is a must." Dunn shook his head and smiled. "Do you think, are you willing to continue to live in the current apartment? Even the bathroom must be shared with several households. If you don't consider yourself, you must consider the lady. ......"

Seeing Klein’s dagger’s approval, he paused and smiled and looked at the other’s clothes, which meant a deep meaning:

"And you also need a cane, and you have to buy a dress."

Klein stunned for a second and immediately realized that his face was a little bit hot because the set he wore was cheap.

Normally, the top hat is made of silk, worth 5 to 6 sule, bow tie 3 sule, silver cane 7 to 8 sule, shirt 3 sul, pants, vest and swallowtail are about 7 pounds. Boots 9 to 10 Sule, this set down, a total of 8 pounds and 7 sul. Of course, a decent gentleman also needs a bracelet, pocket watch and wallet.

When the original owner and his brother Benson province used it, they took a sum of money and went to the lock-up store to ask. As a result, the price chain did not dare to go away, and they made up every cheap shop near the Iron Cross Street. People bought a set, a total of less than two pounds.

It is because of this matter that the original owner’s impression of the price of clothing is extremely impressive.

"Okay, okay." Klein replied in a stuttering stance.

Like the original owner, he is also a person with a face.

Dunn took out his pocket watch and glanced at it:

"Or you go to Mrs. Oliana first? I don't know how long you will stay in Old Neil. Wait a little longer, Mrs. Oliana is going home."

"Okay." Klein was deeply sleepy and did not object.

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

"I let Roshan take you there."

The ropes were running and the gears were turning. Roshan, in the reception hall of the "Black Thorough Security Company", heard the bell hanging from the side, and quickly stood up and carefully went downstairs.

It didn't take long for her to appear in front of Klein.

Dunn Smith smiled humorously:

"Don't disturb your rest? Well, take Moretti to Mrs. Oliana."

Luo Shan quietly pouted, "happy" answer:

"Okay, captain."

"Just like this?" At this time, Klein was surprised to blurt out.

Go to "finance" to advance the salary, do not need the captain to approve the sliver, write a beggar?

"So?" Dunn questioned and asked.

"I mean, go to Mrs. Oliana for a salary, don't you need to sign it?" Klein used as simple as possible.

"Oh, no, no, Rosanne can prove." Dunn Smith pointed to the brown-haired girl.

Captain, we have almost no management of "financial management"... Kline resisted the urge to vomit, followed Roshan and walked out of the room.

Just then, he heard Dunn again shouting:

"Wait a minute, there is still something."

Can you finish your speech at once? Klein turned back with a smile:

"You speak."

Dunn pressed the temple path:

"When you go to the old Neil, remember to receive ten ‘hunting bullets’.”

"I? Hunting the bullets?" Klein was surprised to ask.

"Will Weir's left wheel is not there for you? You don't have to turn it in." Dunn stalked in one hand, "With the 'Hunting Bulls', you really have a wonderful danger, you can also protect You, oh, this will at least give you courage."

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

"Okay, I will remember!"

"This requires me to write a formal document, you wait." Dunn Smith sat down, picked up the dark red water-absorbing pen, brushed and wrote a "strip", signed the name, covered Got a chapter.

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

He slowly stepped back and turned again.

"and many more."

Dunn shouted again.

... Captain, you seem to be in your thirties, how can you have a precursor to the future? Klein squeezed a smile and asked back:

"What else?"

"I just forgot, you haven't practiced shooting, and it's useless to hold the 'Hunting Bullet'. So, you can get 30 normal bullets every day, and go out to the streets, that is, Zouteland Street 3 The underground shooting range practice, most of which belong to the police department, but there is a venue dedicated to our night owl, ah, yes, you need to get a badge from the old Neil, or you can't enter the shooting range." Dunn I took the forehead and took the "strip" from Klein. I added other content and added a chapter.

"Good gunmen are all fed with bullets. Don't underestimate them." Dunn handed the modified "paper strip" to Klein.

"I understand." Klein, who is afraid of danger, can't wait to go today.

He walked two steps out and suddenly turned his mind half-heartedly, discretion:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

"Nothing." Dunn must nod.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and walked outside the door. He couldn’t wait to turn around again and ask, “Is it really gone?”

He resisted this impulse and finally "successfully" left the "keeping room."

"The captain has always been like this, often forgetting things." Roshan walked aside and whispered. "My grandmother is better than him. Of course, he will only forget small things, um, little things, Klein, I will call you later." Ryan, Mrs. Oliana is a kind-hearted person, very easy to get along with, her father is a watchmaker, and her craft is very good..."

Listening to the brown-haired girl's wandering, Klein stepped on the stairs and returned to the upper level, seeing Mrs. Oliana in the office on the right hand side.

This is a black-haired lady wearing a ruffled dress. She looks like she is in her thirties. She has stylish curly hair, a pair of green pupils, clear and smiling, delicate and elegant.

After listening to Roshan's arrangement of Dunn Smith, Oliana took out the note and wrote an advance slip:

"You signed the word. Is there a seal? If you don't, press a handprint."

"Okay." Klein completed the formalities.

Oliana took out the bronze key, opened the safe in the room, counted the golden pound, and smiled and said:

"You are so lucky, there is enough cash today, yes, Klein, you are invited by the captain because you are involved in evil events and have their own specialties?"

"Yes, Ms. your instincts are very accurate." Klein did not praise.

Oliana took out four light gray-colored, dark-black-colored banknotes, re-locked the safe, and turned around while laughing:

"Because I am the same."

"Is it?" Klein appropriately expressed his surprise.

"Do you know that the serial killer in the whole city of Tingen was sensational 16 years ago?" Oliana handed four gold pounds to Klein.

"...Remember! Even killing five girls, some taking the heart, some taking the **** butcher of the stomach? When I was a child, my mother often used this thing to scare my sister." Klein thought about it. Road.

He took the banknote and found that it was two 5 pounds and two pounds, both of which were gray and black, with complex patterns and special watermarks on the four corners.

The former is slightly larger, the central is the fifth king of the Kingdom of Lun, the direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I, he with a white hair set, his face is round, his eyes are narrow, his expression is very serious, can be seen in the Klein eye There is an incomprehensible closeness.

This is a 5 pound note!

Equal to the salary of Banson for nearly four weeks!

The center of the 1 pound note is the father of George III, the former king William Augustus VI. The "strong" has a thick beard and a determined look. During his reign, the kingdom of Lun got rid of the old bondage. Once again, I came to the top of the countries.

These are all "good kings"... Klein vaguely smells the heart-warming ink of the banknotes.

"Yes, if it wasn't for the night rushers, I was the sixth victim." Mrs. Oliana still had a hint of fear in her tone, even though it had been more than a decade old.

"Sounds that serial killer, no, butcher, is it an extraordinary person?" Klein carefully folded the banknotes, placed them in the pockets on the inside of the dress, and then touched them several times in the vicinity to confirm.

"Yes." Mrs. Oliana was very focused. "There were a lot of people who had killed him before. The reason why he was caught was because he was preparing a demon ritual."

"No wonder there are different internal organs... Sorry, madam, let you remember the bad things," Klein said sincerely.

Oliana smirked: "I haven't been afraid... I was an accountant at a business school. Then I came here. Okay, don't delay you, you have to go to the old Neil."

"Goodbye, ma'am." Klein took off his hat and left the office. Before going down the stairs, he couldn't help but touch the inside pocket and confirmed that the 12-pound banknote was still there.

He turned at the crossroads and headed to the right. Not long after, he saw a half-covered iron gate.

Hey, hey, hey.

In the sound of knocking on the door, there is an old voice inside:

"come in."

Klein pushed the iron door open and found it was a narrow room with only one table and two chairs.

On the other side of the room, there is a tightly locked iron door, and behind the table, an old man with a white hair wearing a classical black robe is reading a few yellow pages on the light of the gas lamp.

He looked up and looked at the door:

"You are Klein Moretti? Just Rosando said that you are very polite."

"Miss Rosanne is really a friendly person, good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat.

"Sit down." Neil pointed to the inlaid silver tin can on the table. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

The wrinkles in his eyes and mouth were deep, and a pair of dark red scorpions were slightly cloudy.

"You don't seem to drink?" Kline was keenly aware that Neil's ceramic cup was clear.

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

“Why?” Klein asked casually.

Neil smiles and looks at Klein’s eyes:

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

Klein didn't know what to say, but asked:

"Mr. Neil, what documents and books should I read?"

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

"Related to history, complicated, piecemeal, to be honest, I have been trying to learn, but I can only master the initial, other too much trouble, what people's diaries, popular books, epitaphs, etc., etc. Wait," Neil complained. "For example, the ones I have at hand need more detailed historical records to infer specific content."

"Why?" Klein heard a little confused.

Neil pointed to a few yellow pages in front of him:

"This is the diary lost by Russell Gustav before his death. For confidentiality, he recorded it with strange symbols he invented."

Russell the Great? Passerby predecessors? Klein groaned and immediately listened.

"Because many people believe that he did not really die, but become a hidden god, so there have been cults worshipping him to hold various rituals, trying to gain strength. We occasionally encounter such things and get a few originals. Or copy the notes.” Neil shook his head. “Today, no one can interpret the true symbol of those special symbols, so the 'Sacred Church' allows us to keep a copy of the study, hoping to have unexpected surprises.”

Having said that, Neil showed a smug smile:

"I have already read a few of these symbols, confirm that it is a digital expression, see what I found, this is actually a diary! Well, I hope to use historical events of different dates at the time, especially the events around the emperor. Compare the records of the day corresponding to the diary to interpret more symbols."

"The idea of ​​genius, right?" The old gentleman with white hair wrinkles looked brightly at Klein.

Klein agreed to nod:

"Yes."

"Haha, you can also look at it. You have to start helping me with this work tomorrow." Mr. Neil pushed the yellow pages to Klein.

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

Although those "symbols" are ugly and slightly distorted by Linyi, they will never admit their mistakes...

Because this is the text that I am most familiar with:

Chinese!

TM is still a simplified word!

PS: Ask for a ticket~