Chapter 47 Old Neil, Who Is Short of Money

Old Neil rubbed his temples and said:

"The reason why you committed suicide is probably figured out. The notebook has also been in the hands of Riel Bieber, and the matter has been exposed. Whether you are alive or dead, it is difficult to affect the subsequent development. I think , I think, the strange existence or mysterious power that caused all this will no longer pay special attention to you, just like you won't care about the ants on the ground, hehe, as long as you don't try to make 'He' think of you."

"And the fact that we want Riel Bieber will soon spread to the Secret Order. They should be able to guess that this is related to the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notes. Believe me, these people who have survived for thousands of years. Secret organizations must have various information channels, so their focus will turn to the whereabouts of Riel Bieber, trying to find the notes before us, they will not and will not harass you, follow you, deal with you."

"Young man, congratulations, you have got rid of the shadows of the past and are about to usher in a new journey full of sunshine."

Klein nodded frequently, and said with joy and relaxation:

"hope so."

The haze that shrouded his head from crossing to this side seems to be dissipating...

However, to be honest, Klein was still a little uneasy, because he seemed to have a certain degree of fetters with the notebook, so that when he was doing normal hostage rescue missions, he would find the remaining traces by coincidence.

He was really afraid that one day, the postman would suddenly deliver a package. He opened it and found that it was the notebook of the Antigonus family!

Hope everything goes as Old Neil described... He silently prayed.

Old Neil sneered when he heard his answer:

"You don't seem to be a devout believer of the goddess. At this time, shouldn't you draw a red moon on your chest and say, 'May the goddess bless us'?"

"Mr. Neil, you don't seem to be either. A true believer won't say, 'Welcome to a new journey full of sunshine'." After this period of "mysticism course", Klein and old Neil established a good friendship , so he sarcastically went back.

The two looked at each other, laughed a few times in tacit understanding, and nodded four times on their chests at almost the same time:

"Praise the goddess!"

At this moment, the sound of paddles, marbles, etc. turning sounded, and the door of Blackthorn Security Company was opened.

The delicate and elegant Mrs. Orianna rolled up her fashionable curly hair and walked into the reception hall with a light green skirt.

"Good morning, Mr. Neil, good morning, Klein." She held a calfskin bag in her hand and greeted with a smile, "Today is another sunny day, a good day."

"Good morning, Orianna, you are still as beautiful as you were in the past ten years." Old Neil responded with a smile.

Orianna's eyes widened, and she said with a straight face:

"Mr. Neil, your compliments are still as irritating as they have been in the past ten years."

She has accentuated these words for more than a decade.

"Really?" Old Neil looked at Klein puzzled, his face full of doubts.

Don't mention the thing that reminds the lady of her age... As a keyboard expert who knows a little bit of everything, Klein instantly understood what Mrs. Orianna cared about, and said with a chuckle:

"Good morning, Mrs. Orianna, you are so beautiful every day."

"Thank you, our outstanding graduates of Hoy University." Orianna nodded with a smile, then said, "The old housekeeper has already paid for the commissioned tasks. According to the captain's regulations, half of them are extra expenses and half are for you. And Leonard, and you are not an official team member, you can only get 10% of the half, and you can come and sign it later."

"How much did he pay?" Klein asked both happily and distressedly.

"200 pounds,

That's what he said at the time, Lord, the storm is on, I can't imagine, I can't believe, this matter is solved like this! This is no more difficult than our dream! Why is your security company not famous? This is a disgrace to the entire industry! "Mrs. Orianna imitated the southern accent of the old butler, Celilus.

Klein thought for a few seconds and said humorously:

"It's not fair to those kidnappers."

The two Beyonders quickly solved the problem in a way that can be described as relaxed and comfortable... It was like a fully armed adult bullying a few children...

"They are so unlucky, they must have lost the blessing of the gods." Orianna whispered, "I told the old housekeeper that we were lucky enough to entrust us this time, and the informant happened to see the kidnappers with their children. Enter the hideout, so don't expect too much from us, we're really just a normal security company."

Generally speaking, the more commonplace is emphasized, the less commonplace… Klein sneered with a smile and watched Mrs. Orianna pass through the partition and enter the accounting room.

Old Neil clicked his lips beside him, and said with a hint of envy:

"You are really a lucky guy. After joining us, you can meet a commission worth 200 pounds."

"Is this rare?" Klein asked in confusion.

He was either studying history, studying the mysteries, or just hanging out, looking for clues with inspiration.

"According to Orianna's statistics, we may not encounter a commission once a week, and most of the commissions are worth less than 20 pounds." Old Neil rubbed the white crystal pendant on his wrist and replied with a sigh.

Then, he looked at Klein with implicit expectation:

"If you encounter a similar commission in the future, please remember to notify me."

Hearing Old Neil's words, Klein suddenly had a strange feeling, so he asked directly:

"Mr. Neil, you seem very short of money? How much can you make a week? If it's not convenient to talk about, please ignore my question."

Old Neil leaned back on the back of the sofa and said with a smile:

"This is not something to hide. I have been here for many years, and currently I receive a weekly salary from the church and the police department, with a total value of 12 pounds."

"12 pounds a week?" Klein blurted out in shock.

With a weekly salary of 12 pounds, 52 weeks a year, that is almost 600 pounds a year!

When I read the "Tingen Morning News" and "The Honest Daily" before, they all said that a senior barrister only pays 800 to 1,000 pounds a year. This is a senior barrister!

As for the manager of Benson's import and export company, the weekly salary is only 6 pounds, which is quite a decent person.

"Yes, such a salary is actually rich enough, and we don't have to pay income tax." Old Neil added with a smile.

Klein heard from his brother Benson that if the weekly salary exceeds 1 pound, he needs to pay E-tax, that is, the salary income tax of government and company employees. Five, 10 percent from £5 to 10, 15 percent from 10 to 20, and 20 percent above 20.

In addition, he also saw in the newspaper that there are four other types of income tax, type A is land, housing and other in-kind value-added profits tax, including land rent and house rent, type B is income tax on agricultural income, type C is bonds, funds and Stock Profit Tax, Category D is the income tax on business, financial and professional trades.

"It's an admirable thing." Klein echoed Old Neil's words.

"However." Old Neil shook his head, "For Beyonders like us who need to constantly explore secrets, practice often, and try rituals, the salary is always not enough."

"Isn't all the materials applied for?" Klein asked in surprise.

Old Neil sneered:

"There is a limit, and sometimes, you must give enough valid reasons. If you want to practice more and try more in the mysterious field, you can only buy materials by yourself. You can buy them internally or go to some underground transactions. market."

Klein's spirit was lifted, and he immediately asked:

"There are underground trading markets for extraordinary materials? I thought, I thought the church would definitely not allow them to exist."

I am lacking enough material acquisition channels!

With a secret organization behind him, he can't solve everything within the Nighthawks, can he?

"This kind of thing can't be controlled at all. Well, in the occult point of view, all things have animism and all things have the same origin. The materials we use not only come from extraordinary species, but also from normal animals, plants and minerals, such as your bottle The poisonous violets, golden mints and night herbs in the 'diver' potion are often encountered in daily life. They may not have extraordinary properties, but they all have their own characteristics. After mixing and blending, they can achieve certain Therefore, this is not a transaction that the church can ban if it wants to ban it." Old Neil explained in detail.

Before Klein could speak, he continued:

"Moreover, super species is not only useful for its core, just like the Lava octopus, in addition to blood, its eyeballs, its epidermis, and its tentacles are all good materials, unless the Church uses its own people to capture it, otherwise To completely hoard and control the outflow will be a huge economic burden, the more low-level Beyonder materials, the more so, we can only try to keep the more special ones out of circulation.”

Old Neil laughed suddenly, "Another important reason is that what we know about the underground trading market is better than what we don't know. On the premise that the secret organization has not been completely eliminated, this is a good strategy. It can help us obtain materials that are in short supply. Of course, after such a market exists, there will definitely be contraband, as long as it is not too exaggerated or too dangerous, we will pretend not to see it, and at most use them to enrich our treasure trove.”

"There are still several major churches that restrain each other and cannot use too violent means?" Klein speculated.

Old Neil made a sound of "um" and didn't make any specific details.

"I'm a 'divine', and I will definitely need to practice repeatedly in the future. I need more materials. Mr. Neil, can you take me to those underground trading markets?" Klein asked with legitimate reasons.

Old Neil showed an embarrassed expression:

"Actually, most of the guys who are active in those places are not Beyonders, there are nobles who like mysteries, and there are rich people who yearn for this... Uh, well, I have a bill of 30 pounds due, and I am temporarily inconvenient. past."

"Okay..." Klein didn't expect the reason to be the unpaid money.

After a while, he opened his mouth carefully and said:

"Mr Neil, do you need to borrow money? I have ten pounds to pay."

"Haha, no need, I have a solution." Old Neil patted the sofa, stood up slowly and said, "Hey, old age is really the most invincible enemy of creatures, last night's night duty made me very tired, um, today In the morning review the previous lessons by yourself, read more literature, and wait until tomorrow when I will teach you the basics of ritual magic."

"Okay." Klein got up and took off his hat to say goodbye.

In the afternoon, seeing that Captain Dunn had not returned, Klein pretended that he was still looking for the notebook, and wandered on the street again.

With a reward of 10 pounds, he no longer needs to wait for funds to be allocated, and can go directly to the divination club!

The whispers and visions that pop up from time to time in meditation, spiritual vision, make him eager to start "playing".

PS: It's Monday again, there will be an update at 12 o'clock tonight