Chapter 23 Off-Hand Weapons

Walking on Zoetland Street, with the humid and hot breeze blowing, the high-spirited Klein suddenly thought of one thing:

There is only 3p of change left on me. It will cost 4p to take the public carriage back to Iron Cross, and to give the other party the change with 1 gold pound note is like buying a bottle of cheap mineral water for 100 yuan before crossing, no There is no other way, I really can't pull that face down.

"Sit 3 kilometers for 3 pence, and walk the rest of the way back?" Klein put one hand in his pocket, slowed down, and thought about other ways.

"No!" Soon, he rejected the previous idea.

For the rest of the journey, it takes a long time to walk alone, and it is too unsafe when you have a "huge money" of 12 pounds!

Moreover, I was worried that the revolver would be confiscated by the "Night Watchers", but I didn't carry it with me on purpose today. If I encounter any danger caused by Welch's death, I will be powerless to resist!

"Find change at a nearby bank? No, no, the five-thousandth of the handling fee is too extravagant!" Klein shook his head silently, just thinking about the possible handling fee, he felt distressed!

The methods were eliminated one by one, and Klein's eyes suddenly lit up and saw a clothing store!

Yes, isn't the most normal way of thinking is to buy something at the right price and get change?

Dresses, shirts, vests, trousers, boots, and walking sticks are all within the budget, so buy them sooner or later!

Well, it is very troublesome to try on clothes, and Benson knows better than me, and he is better at bargaining, you can wait for him to come back and think about it...

Buy a walking stick?

good! There is a proverb that says, a cane is the best self-defense weapon for a gentleman. It can be used as half a crowbar. A gun and a cane are the way of fighting for civilized people!

With his thoughts in mind, Klein made up his mind, turned his body halfway, and turned into the "Wilker Clothes Shop".

The layout of the clothing store is very similar to the clothing store before he crossed. There is a row of formal clothes against the wall on the left, shirts, trousers, vests and ties in the center, and a pair of leather shoes and boots in a glass cabinet on the right. .

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

In the Loen Kingdom, because the gentlemen with status, power and wealth like to wear white shirts, black vests, black pants and black formal suits, the colors are quite monotonous, so the male servants, shop assistants and waiters are required to wear bright colors. , or multicolored to distinguish master and servant or noble and lowly.

In contrast to this, the ladies and ladies have different colors and richly decorated dresses, while the maids can only match black and white, or white and black.

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

"The cane, heavier and stiffer."

The kind that can blow other people's heads!

The clerk in the red vest gave Klein a secret look, led him into the store, pointed to the row of canes in the corner and said:

"The one inlaid with gold is made of ironwood. It is heavy and hard. 11 soli and 7 pence. Would you like to try it?"

11 soli 7p? Why don't you go grab it? A bit of gold is amazing, isn't it? Klein was taken aback by the price.

He looked calm, nodded slightly and said:

"OK."

The red vest clerk took off the iron-core wooden cane and carefully handed it to Klein, as if he was afraid that he would break the goods.

As soon as Klein took the cane, he felt heavy and tried to move, but found that it was impossible for him to swing it smoothly.

"It's too heavy." Klein shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is no excuse!

The red vest clerk put back the iron heart wooden cane and pointed to the other three paths:

"It is of walnut, made by Mr. Hess, Tingen's most famous cane craftsman, 10 solls and 3 pence... It's of sunken wood, inlaid with silver, as hard as steel, 7 solls and 6 pence... This is Made from the heart of the white boli tree,

Also inlaid with silver, seven soli and ten pence..."

Klein tried one by one and found that the weights were all suitable. Then, he tapped again, roughly grasping the hardness of each cane. In the end, he chose the cheapest one.

"Just the one that sinks in water." Klein pointed to the silver-studded tip of the staff in the red vest clerk's hand.

"Okay, sir, please go there with me to pay. If this walking stick is worn or stained in the future, you can hand it over to us for free." The red vest clerk 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 saluted with a smile.

Klein wanted to maintain his dignity as a gentleman, but when he stretched out his left hand holding the 1 gold pound note, he couldn't help but speak:

"can you reduce the price?"

"Sir, this is all hand-made, and our cost is very high." The red vest clerk replied, "and the owner is not there, we are not qualified to help him lower the price."

The clerk behind the counter echoed:

"Sir, I'm sorry."

"Okay." Klein handed the banknotes over, and took the black cane with the silver tip from the red vest clerk.

Waiting for the change, he took a few steps back, opened the distance, and tried the waving effect of the "off-hand weapon" slightly.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The sound of the wind was heavy, and it had a textured texture. Klein nodded in satisfaction.

He turned his gaze forward again, ready to see the banknotes and coins, but was stunned to find that the red vest clerk retreated far away, and the one behind the counter shrank to the corner, clinging to the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall.

The Loen Kingdom implements a semi-regulatory policy on hot weapons. If you want to hold a gun, you need to apply for a "All Types of Weapons License" or "Hunting License", but no matter which kind, you cannot have a repeating rifle, steam high pressure gun and Arms control things like six-barrel machine guns.

The "All Types of Weapons License" can be purchased and stored at will for any kind of civilian firearms, but it is extremely troublesome to obtain. Even merchants with certain status may not pass the examination. The "Hunting License" is relatively easy, even a farmer in the suburbs can Obtained, but this type of license is limited to the use of shotguns, and the number is limited. Many people with thin assets will apply for one for self-protection in critical situations, such as now...

... Klein looked at the two clerks who were on guard, the corners of his mouth twitched, hehe said with a dry smile:

"Yes, this cane is perfect for swinging, and I'm very satisfied."

Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, the clerk behind the counter relaxed and handed out the banknotes and copper coins he had just found with both hands.

Klein took a look and saw that there were two 5 soli, two 1 soli banknotes, and a 5p and a 1p copper coin, and nodded inwardly.

After a two-second pause, he ignored the clerk's gaze and unfolded the four banknotes one by one toward the bright spot, confirming that the anti-counterfeiting patterns and watermarks were correct.

After doing all of this, Klein put the banknotes and coins separately, took a walking stick, held up his top hat, walked out of the "Wilker Clothes Shop" like a gentleman, and took a trackless public carriage nearby luxuriously. , after a transfer and a total cost of 6p, returned to the apartment smoothly.

After closing the door, he counted the 11 pound 12 sole note three times before putting it in the desk drawer, and then found the copper-colored revolving pistol with a wooden handle.

Jingle Jingle!

Five brass-colored bullets landed on the desk one after another, and Klein stuffed the silver "Demon Hunting Bullets" with intricate patterns and dark holy emblems into the runner one by one.

Similarly, he only stuffed five bullets, leaving a space for preventing accidental firing, and the rest were stored in a small iron box together with the five normal bullets just taken out.

Snapped!

With the runners closed, Klein suddenly felt a lot more secure.

He happily put the revolver into his armpit gun pocket, buckled it firmly, and then practiced the action of unbuttoning and drawing the gun over and over again. When his arms were sore, he rested for a while and continued until it was getting dark and there were renters in the aisle. The sound of passengers walking.

call! Klein sighed and put the revolver back into the gun pocket under his arm.

It was only at this time that he changed out of his formal suit and vest, put on his daily tan coat, and started to relax his arms.

Da, da, da, the footsteps approached, the key was inserted into the keyhole, and the sound of twisting sounded.

Melissa with soft black hair pushed in the door, her nose twitched invisibly, her eyes swept across the stove that was not lit at all, and the look in her eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

"Klein, I will cook the ingredients left over 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."

"Go out to eat?" Melissa asked in surprise.

"How about going to the 'Silver Crown Restaurant' on Daffodil Street? I heard it tastes great." Klein suggested.

"Yes, but..." Melissa still didn't understand the situation.

Klein smiled and said:

"Celebrate I got a job."

"Have you found a job?" Melissa's voice became louder involuntarily, "Yes, 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 sheets of gold pounds and Soule, her eyes wide open:

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

This... Klein's expression froze, he considered the language and said:

"A security company whose mission is to find, collect and protect antiquities, they need professional consultants, five-year contracts, £3 a week."

"...Are you worried about this last night?" Melissa said silently.

Klein nodded and said:

"Yes, it's more decent to be a faculty member at Tingen University, but I like this job better."

"...Actually, it's pretty good too." Melissa asked with an encouraging smile, half puzzled and half curious, "Why did they advance your salary for four full weeks?"

"Because we need to move, we need more rooms, and we need our own bathroom." Klein said with the corners of his mouth upturned as he spread his hands.

He felt like he had an impeccable laugh, only to ask "Are you a surprise?"

Melissa was stunned for a moment, and suddenly spoke quickly, slightly flustered:

"Klein, we live pretty well. I occasionally complain about not having my own bathroom. It's just a habit. Do you remember Jenny? The one who lived next door to us has had to move since her father was injured and lost his job. Going down the street, a family of five can only live in one room, three on bunk beds and two on the ground, and they also think about sub-renting the rest of the floor space to others..."

"Compared to her family, we are very lucky, don't waste your salary on this, and I like Mrs. Sling's bakery very much."

Sister, your reaction is different from what I expected in the script... Klein was stunned.