Chapter 41 Audrey and Her Susie

After pouring the coffee, he went back to the arsenal to get the thick stack of historical materials and the draft explanations that Old Neil had organized. Klein followed the gas lamps on the wall and turned to the stairs leading to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Da, Da, Da, the footsteps echoed in the sealed and empty underground.

After Klein walked down the spiraling stairs, he pushed open the door, made some identification, and went straight to the second office opposite.

After two days of familiarity, he has roughly figured out the layout of the Blackthorn Security Company:

The first entrance is a spacious reception hall, with a set of sofas, tables and chairs, through the partition, is the inner area, the three rooms on the left side of the corridor are from near to far, respectively, belong to Mrs. Orianna's accounting room, and there are several similar The lounge with the sofa bed and the stairs leading to the ground are located.

The three rooms on the right are the office of Captain Dunn Smith, the office of the civilian staff with typewriters, and the recreation room of the official members of the night watch squad.

Klein had seen Leonard Mitchell playing cards with two other team members in the entertainment room before. He guessed that it was Fighting the Landlord. Of course, Emperor Roselle had renamed it "Fighting Evil", it was just a gameplay It was no different from what Klein knew.

Bright will have one day's sleep benefit after the night shift. Roshan stayed at the reception desk, and Cesar Francis, who was in charge of buying and applying for supplies and a part-time coachman, went out as usual. When Klein pushed open the room of the clerical office When I opened the door, the three tables inside were all empty, and the purely mechanical typewriter was quietly placed.

"Axon's Type 1346 typewriter..." Klein, who had seen similar items in the tutor's office and Welch's house, whispered, only to feel that the looming complex control system was full of mechanical beauty.

He walked over to the desk with the typewriter, sat down, and after a while, tried virtual typing.

At first, he always instinctively processed it into pinyin, and when he was familiar with it, he "digested" the corresponding memory fragments of the original owner, and no more mistakes were made.

Da da da!

The rhythmic keyboard percussion sounded like a hard piece of music from metal and industry. Accompanied by this melody, Klein quickly completed the funding application documents.

But he didn't rush to find Dunn Smith, but restrained his mood and carefully read the historical materials provided by Old Neil, which was both a review and a study.

Near noon, he moved his neck, put away the materials, and based on the draft of the "Mysticism Course", he recollected and consolidated what he had learned in the morning.

It was only at this time that he took the "application form", came to the next office, and knocked on the door softly.

Dunn was waiting for the lunch to be served. After seeing the documents that Klein handed over, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and said:

"Old Neil taught you?"

"Yeah." Klein betrayed Old Neil without any hesitation.

Dunn picked up the dark red pen and signed it:

"I just want to apply to the church and the county police department for funding for July, August, and September. I will include you in this list. After the approval, I will ask Mrs. Orianna to draw it. The pendulum can receive it in the afternoon."

"Okay." Klein replied concisely and forcefully.

His tone and eyes were filled with obvious joy.

Before leaving, he asked casually:

"Shouldn't the application for funding for July, August and September be completed in June?"

How can there be a matter of applying for July funding again?

Dunn was silent for a few seconds, then took a sip from the coffee cup and said:

"I encountered three consecutive cases in June. I was so busy that some things were forgotten."

As expected of a captain with poor memory... Klein knew that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, so he laughed and hurried out the door.

In this way, he started a simple and regular life, half an hour of meditation in the morning, two hours of mysticism class in the morning,

An hour and a half of historical material, and after lunch, take a nap in the lounge to refresh.

Then, pick up the bullets, go to the "shooting club" to practice, after practice, take a walk to Welch's house not far away, change the route, and walk back to Iron Cross Street, which can save a public carriage fee, if there is still time , you will be proficient in skills such as spirit vision and spirit pendulum, and buy a vegetable by the way.

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Inside a private chemical laboratory fully equipped with equipment and items.

Audrey, tall and blond, stared at the cup in her hand, and saw countless bubbles popping out, making the atmosphere quiet.

Eventually, the liquid in the cup settles to a viscous silvery white.

"Haha, I really have a talent for mysticism, and I succeeded once! I was worried about failure before, so I prepared two materials!" The girl muttered to herself happily.

She put away all the remaining materials from the family treasury and exchanged with others, took a deep breath, and prepared to close her eyes and drink the cup of "spectator" potion.

At this moment, there was a cry of "wang wang wang" from outside the laboratory, and Audrey frowned.

She put the glass with the silver-white liquid rippling gently into a dark corner, turned around, and walked to the door.

"Susie, who's here?" Audrey twisted the handle and asked the golden retriever sitting at the door.

The golden retriever Susie wagged her tail with a look of flattery, while the personal maid Annie appeared in the nearby corridor.

Audrey walked out of the laboratory, closed the door with her backhand, looked at Annie and said:

"Didn't you say it? Don't bother me while I'm doing chemistry experiments."

Annie replied in distress:

"There is an invitation from the Duchess, Lady Della's."

"Duchess Negan's wife?" Audrey took a few steps forward and approached Annie.

"Yes, she invited Ms. Weiwei, the court baker, to invite her to have afternoon tea with you." Annie said the content of the invitation.

Audrey puffed out her cheeks invisibly and said:

"Tell my mother that I'm dizzy, maybe the sun is too strong and I'm a little dehydrated, and ask her to say sorry to Mrs Della on my behalf."

While speaking, she made a weak look.

"Miss, this is not just afternoon tea, but a literary salon," Annie added.

"But this won't cure my dizziness, I need to rest." Audrey firmly refused.

At the same time, she said silently in her heart: If you insist, then I will faint for you to see. The etiquette teacher said that I did this movement perfectly... I seem to hear something?

"Okay." Annie sighed, "Do you need me to help you back to your room?"

"No, I'll clean up the lab first." Audrey wanted to return immediately and take the potion.

But she still held back her temper and watched Annie go away before turning back and walking back to the door of the laboratory.

Suddenly, she found that the golden retriever Susie, who was supposed to be outside, was gone, and the door to the laboratory was half-open.

"I forgot that Susie can open a door with a handle... What sound? It's not good!" Audrey heard a clear movement inside, and suddenly had an association and rushed into the laboratory.

All she could see was the broken cup on the ground, the last drop of silver-white liquid licked by the golden retriever Susie.

Audrey was dumbfounded at the door, like a statue.

The golden retriever Susie immediately sat upright, looked at her master with innocent eyes, and wagged her tail.

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Off the coast of Pritz Harbour, an island that is always shrouded in storms, an ancient sailing ship is docked in the port.

The man with soft yellow hair and wearing a lightning-patterned robe looked at Alger Wilson opposite and said in a puzzled way:

"Alger, you can completely return to the kingdom and become the captain of the Punisher Squad or a decent bishop. Why did you choose to go out to sea and choose to be the captain of the 'Blue Avenger'?"

Alger's rough and deep face had no additional expressions, and replied solemnly:

"The sea belongs to the storm. This is the kingdom of the Lord. I am willing to follow the will of the Lord and patrol this kingdom for Him."

"Okay." The yellow-haired man clenched his boxing chest and said, "The storm is with you."

"The storm is with you." Alger replied with standard etiquette.

He stood on the deck of the few crew members, watching his companions leave the ghost ship and go further and further.

"Sains, you don't understand because you don't know enough..." Alger whispered silently.

At the same time, Audrey completed the second modulation in fear.

Looking at the silver-white potion that was no different from the previous one, she was moved to the point of tears.

Phew, she drank the "spectator" potion in small, quick sips.

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A torrential rain slammed into Tingen on Friday, battering all the windows.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, Roshan, and Bright were sitting on the sofa in the reception hall, enjoying their lunch on the table.

Because there is only a stove for boiling water, there is no way to heat the leftovers, and it is impossible for Klein to eat brown bread every day, or go back by public carriage-then he has to consider after walking from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence in the afternoon. It was a waste of money to go back by car, so I had to eat so-called "office meals" with Luo Shan and other colleagues.

——The nearby Old Well Restaurant will send a waiter on time at 10:30 every day to ask how many people here need lunch. After determining the number of copies, they will deliver it at 12:30 noon. The utensils are in full bloom, and at 3:00 p.m., come back to ask if you want to order dinner, and collect the utensils.

Such "food" includes meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the weight is not large, it can barely satisfy one person. A meal ranges from 7p to 10p, and there are different grades.

Klein is cheeky, and chooses 7p every time. Usually, it has half a pound of oatmeal bread, a small piece of meat in different ways, a spoonful of thick soup with vegetables, and a little cream or butter.

"There's only one night watchman here today..." Roshan poured the soup into her mouth with a spoon.

"I heard that there was a case in Jinwutong District, and there was a sectarian element, so the police department invited two night watchmen to come over..." Bright put down the bread and said.

Klein dipped the remaining oatmeal bread into the final gravy and stuffed it into his mouth without speaking.

In the cuff of his left hand, there is a silver chain hanging with citrine.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the half-closed door.

"...Please come in." Luo Shan froze for a moment, put the spoon away, quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, got up and said.

The door was pushed open, and a man wearing a half-top hat and a black formal suit came in, and the left shoulder was wet.

His temples were gray, he held the umbrella he put away, looked at Klein and the others and said:

"Is this the former mercenary squad?"

"You can say that." Roshan replied familiarly.

The tall and thin man coughed:

"I have a task to delegate."