Chapter 50 Old Neil's Repayment Method

At half past seven in the evening, at the table of Moretti's house.

"Klein, why do you need to arrive early as a consultant? Wouldn't the emergency affairs of the security company be more dangerous?" Benson forked a potato in the beef stew, and mentioned the matter of the morning with implicit concern.

Klein carefully spat out the thorns of the fried fish, and answered in preparation:

"A batch of historical documents that need to be transported to Backlund immediately, I have to be present to check to make sure that nothing is missing. You know, those guys who can only wave their fists don't know the ancient Fusakwen at all."

Hearing his answer, Benson, who had chewed the food in his mouth, couldn't help but sigh:

"Knowledge really matters."

Taking this opportunity, Klein took out the remaining 5-pound note and handed it to Benson:

"That's the extra pay I got today, and you need decent clothes too."

"Five pounds?" Benson and Melissa said at the same time.

He picked up the banknote and read it over and over again, half surprised and half doubtful, and said:

"This security company is really generous..."

His 1 week salary is 1 pound 10 soli, which is exactly 6 pounds for 4 weeks, which is only 1 pound more than this extra salary!

And with that kind of salary, he supported his younger siblings, gave them a decent place to live, allowed them to eat meat two or three times a week, and got a few new clothes every year!

"You don't doubt what I said?" Klein asked rhetorically.

Benson laughed: "I don't think you have the ability, nor the courage, to rob a bank."

"You're not a liar." Melissa stopped her knife and fork and answered seriously.

Me, I'm a person who is used to lying... Klein suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Although this was a realistic persecution, his sister's belief still made him feel melancholy for a while.

"Today's affairs are more urgent and important. I played a very crucial role in it... That's why it's worth 5 pounds." Klein explained slightly.

In a sense, what he said was the truth.

As for the 5 pounds to be given out—the one that he planned to use to join the divination club, he planned to hide it. First, he took another 5 pounds home, which would really scare his brother and sister and make them suspect that he was doing it. What kind of illegal career, the second is to accumulate some money to buy additional materials for the study of "diversity" and the mastery of mysterious knowledge.

Benson took a bite of the oatmeal bread with satisfaction, and thought about it for more than ten seconds:

"I don't need decent clothes for my current job. Well, to be precise, clothes with very good fabrics are enough at home."

Without waiting for Klein to persuade him, he took the initiative to mention:

"With this extra income, we really have savings, I plan to buy a few more books on accounting for more in-depth study, Klein, Melissa, I don't want another five years, my Still under £2 a week, uh, you know, my boss and my manager are full of shit and a mouth is a stench."

"It's a great idea." Klein agreed and guided him, "Why don't you take a look at the grammar books in my room? If you want to become a real decent person, if you want to be paid enough, this is quite a challenge. key factor."

Maybe, it won't be long before the civil service exam will appear in the Loen Kingdom, and preparing in advance can take a lot of advantages...

Benson's eyes lit up when he heard:

"I did forget about it, come on, let's toast to a better future."

Instead of drinking rye beer, he poured oyster consommé into three cups and nudged it with his brother and sister at the same time.

After drinking the clear soup, Klein looked at his sister who was fighting with the pan-fried fish, and said with a low smile:

"In addition to Benson's books, I think Melissa needs a new dress too.

"

Melissa raised her head and kept shaking:

"No, I think it's best..."

"Save it." Klein added for her.

"Yeah." Melissa nodded heavily.

"Actually, if you don't pursue fabrics and the latest designs, it won't be too expensive. We will save the rest of the money." Klein said with an attitude that could not be refused.

Benson also echoed:

"Melissa, do you want to wear an old dress to Selena's sixteenth birthday dinner?"

Selena Wood is Melissa's classmate and good friend, and her family conditions are pretty good. Her brother is a solicitor, and her father is a senior employee of Backlund Bank's Tingen branch.

However, what they call a dinner party is to invite friends to share dinner, as well as chat and play cards.

"Okay." Melissa lowered her head, muttered and answered, then fiercely forked a piece of stewed beef.

After a while of silence, she suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly raised her head and said:

"Mrs. Shawd next door asked the maid to send me a business card. I hope to visit us semi-formally on Sunday afternoon, which is 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, to meet new neighbors."

"Mrs. Shawd?" Klein looked at his brother and sister completely blankly.

Benson tapped the edge of the dining table with his fingers, as if thinking:

"Mrs. Short of 4 Daffodil Street? I've met her husband, a senior solicitor."

"Senior solicitor... Maybe he knows Selena's brother." Melissa said with a little joy.

We are No. 2 Daffodil Street... Klein nodded slightly and said:

"It's necessary to know the neighbors, but you know, I still go to the security company on Sunday, and I can only rest on Mondays. I'm sorry to Mrs. Shod for me."

Speaking of which, he thought of his neighbors in his previous life when he was a child, remembered his neighbors when he lived in an apartment on Iron Cross Street, and sighed with amusement:

"Semi-formal visit... Shouldn't neighbors get to know each other naturally and get in touch naturally?"

"Haha, Klein, you don't understand, you've read a lot of newspapers recently, but you haven't touched the magazines that are offered to families and women. They call families with an annual income between £100 and £1,000 the middle class. , preaching that it was the backbone of the whole kingdom, and praising the middle class without the arrogance of the aristocracy and the rich, nor as rude as the lower-income class."

Benson explained lightly and cheerfully, "These magazines simplified many of the ceremonies of aristocratic interactions as a sign of the middle class, and this is where the distinction between intimate visits, semi-formal visits and formal visits comes from."

As he spoke, he shook his head and laughed:

"Generally speaking, the gentlemen, ladies and ladies who see themselves as this class pay special attention to similar details. Their visits to neighbors and friends, from 2pm to 6pm, are called morning visits."

"Morning visit?" Both Klein and Melissa asked in surprise.

What is a morning visit from 2pm to 6pm?

Benson put down his knife and fork, spread his hands and said with a smile:

"I don't know why. I just read a few magazines brought by my female colleagues. Well, maybe it's because I have to wear a morning dress to visit..."

The original morning dress was the dress for mass and assembly, and later it referred to the daytime dress, which was different from the evening dress.

"Okay, remember to buy some good coffee powder and tea tomorrow morning, and buy some muffins and lemon cakes from Mrs. Slyn. You can't be rude in front of the neighbors." Klein smiled and dipped the remaining bread on it. Gravy, sandwiched into potatoes, and put in your mouth.

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The next day, on Sunday morning.

After drinking the last sip of bad tea, Klein put down the newspaper, put on a half-height silk top hat, and put on a black cane inlaid with silver. He leisurely walked out of the gate and took a public carriage to Zoetland Street.

He said hello to Roshan, who was going to sleep in the lounge just after his night duty, and went all the way down to the ground.

At the corner, he met a member of the Nighthawks team, "Sleepless" Luo Yao Laiting.

This is a cold-looking lady with slender eyebrows, large eyes, and hair as black and smooth as silk.

"Good morning, Ms. Laiting." Klein saluted with a smile.

Luo Yao glanced at him with dark blue eyes and nodded invisibly.

When the two were about to pass by, Luo Yao suddenly stopped, looked ahead and said:

"Ritual magic is a very dangerous thing."

Ah... Klein was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around again, he could only see the person's back.

"Thank you." He frowned and called out to Luo Yao Laiting's back.

Turning to the left, he soon saw Old Neil in the guard room of the arsenal, and Bright, who was not supposed to be here.

"Let's go, go to my house, I have already received the corresponding materials, and Bright promised to help me guard." Old Neil said with a smile.

Klein was immediately surprised:

"not here?"

Old Neil carried the silver box and clicked his tongue:

"There is no room to practice ritual magic here."

Klein didn't ask any more questions, and followed Old Neil back to the ground. Then, the two took the public carriage and came all the way to the suburbs of the North District.

Old Neil's home is a single-family house. The garden in front is planted with "materials" such as roses and golden mint.

Upon entering, there is a carpeted porch with two high-backed chairs and an umbrella stand.

Across the porch is a spacious living room with light wallpaper on the walls and a dark brown floor with a small printed rug in the middle and a heavy round table.

The round table is surrounded by comfortable benches, seating, and a piano.

"My deceased wife liked music very much." Old Neil pointed to the piano and said casually, "The sofa and coffee table are in the living room... Our ritual magic today will be in the living room."

"Okay." Klein replied cautiously.

Old Neil put down the silver box, smiled and said:

"I'll show you a ritual magic first, you pay attention to observation and memory."

While speaking, he took out a piece of imitation parchment from the silver box, and drew strange patterns on it with specially prepared black ink with a tranquil fragrance.

Klein looked and looked, and found that Old Neil seemed, probably, might be drawing a bill!

After Old Neil filled in the number "30" and the corresponding "pound" symbol in the corresponding position, Klein could no longer control himself, and asked in confusion and daze:

"Mr. Neil, what ritual magic are you going to perform?"

Old Neil coughed twice and answered very seriously:

"I'm going to use magic to settle the £30 debt today."

Is that okay? Klein's eyes widened and his mouth was half open.

PS: The third is to ask for a recommendation ticket~