There's a task I'd like to entrust... You've probably come to the wrong place... This security company's name is just a name... Upon hearing the speaker's words, Klein immediately suppressed a full heart of teasing, only regretting that there was no forum or comments section here for communication. However, he quickly thought of a similar thing he had asked before, and the captain's reply was, if you have time, why not accept it? The money earned can be used as the team's small treasury and the benefits for the participants. Rosanne's eyes turned, and after thinking for a moment, she said: "Our security personnel are on missions. The fastest will be back at least an hour later. If your matter is not urgent, you can consider it." Among the official members of the six night watchmen, Captain Dunn Smith was invited by the bishop to the church. He didn't know what they were discussing, Leonard Mitchell was keeping an eye on "Charnis Gate" for him. "Flesh collector" Fry and "Non-sleeper" Lo Yau Leiting had gone to the Golden Chestnut District to cooperate with the police department in investigating a theft case with religious elements. Another "Non-sleeper" Cohen Leigh White was on leave, and another "Midnight Poet" Xigai Tengon went to the "Raphael Cemetery" in the northern suburbs for daily patrols. The remaining two extraordinary individuals, old Neil, whose age had increased and his body was weak, hadn't been on a mission for a long time. Klein was still a beginner, and in every aspect, he was a true half-breed. "None of them are here..." The tall, thin man with gray hair and holding a umbrella felt his face darken, took off his hat, and bowed respectfully, "I'm sorry for the interruption. Goodbye." He turned around and walked towards the door, along the rain-soaked and wind-whipped sounds, he left the 36th Zotlan Street. "It's really not convenient." Rosanne watched the gentleman leave and sighed with regret. Although the commission earned wouldn't be hers, there would definitely be a big meal shared. "There's no way around it. Charnis Gate must always have someone on guard." Klein satisfiedly put down the knife, fork, and spoon, even though he didn't like the thick soup mixed with turnips and vegetables, he drank it all up. "Do you want Brett to go on a mission? Or yourself?" Rosanne's eyes twinkled, and she said teasingly: "Brett can't do it, but you can, our 'Diviner' sir..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized and quickly stopped, because at this moment, the door hadn't closed yet. If outsiders passing by or visiting heard about the extraordinary individuals, it would be classified as a leak. "Fortunately, the captain isn't here..." Rosanne looked at the door and let out a silent chuckle, "Otherwise, we'd have to repent again!" Brett and Klein burst into laughter at the same time, looked at each other, and began to clear the tableware. After finishing all this, seeing that the rainstorm hadn't stopped, without an umbrella, Klein chose to stay at "Black Thorn Security Company". He took a newspaper, sat on the soft and elastic sofa, and leisurely began his "midnight rest". "The airship route from Beckland to Dix Bay has been opened..." "The 'Detective Mosen' book has been compiled and is about to be published..." "The advertisement for Lawglass Weapon Store? 1 standard revolver with 6 bullets, 3 pounds 10 shillings, one double-barreled shotgun 2 pounds..." ... Klein was flipping through the "Tingen City Honest People's Newspaper" when he suddenly came across a piece of news: "... The criminals who killed Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya have all been arrested. It is believed that the panic that spread in the North District, Jinwutong District and East District will be greatly alleviated... Mr. Welch's father, Mr. McGavin, the banker, escorted his young son's body back to Conston City and was about to hold a solemn funeral... After reading it several times, Klein suddenly sighed: It seems that Mr. Welch's father has believed the police's story and did not hire any private detectives to investigate any further... His mood of losing his young son must not be as sad as my parents' when they lost their only child... His mood sank suddenly and Klein sat there, silent for a long time. As for the fact that the funerals for Welch and Naya were not invited to by him, he was not at all surprised and did not feel depressed. When everything calmed down, he would find an opportunity to bring a bunch of flowers to their graves... Klein was about to go to the lounge for a short nap when the reception hall's door suddenly rang again. "Come in." Rosan's head nodded as she immediately woke up. The partially open door was pushed open, and the tall, thin man in formal attire with white hair on his temples walked in again. "I can wait here for a while? Your mercenaries, no, the security personnel should be back soon, right?" He tried to hide his anxious expression and asked sincerely. "Yes, you can sit there for a while." Rosan pointed to the sofa beside him. Klein asked curiously: "Where did you hear about our security company? Who introduced you here?" After all, he made the round trip in the pouring rain and was willing to wait? Well, it must be that the night watch team members easily solved the difficult task in others' eyes and accumulated enough reputation in this business... The tall man leaned his umbrella against the door, walked towards the sofa, and replied with a苦笑: "I visited all the mercenaries, uh, security companies and private detectives in the nearby streets. Only here do you still have a security company. They have no one to handle other tasks at all... To be honest, if it weren't for a delivery person, I really wouldn't have thought there was a security company here." ... It's completely different from what I thought... Klein was stunned. Roshan chimed in and asked: "Are they very busy? So many tasks?" The tall, thin man with gray hair sat down and sighed, saying: "You are a mercenary team, no, an security company. Have you heard of the burglary and murder case in the Hales district?" The Hales district... Burglary and murder case... Well, unfortunately, I was one of the parties involved... Klein nodded slightly with a heavy expression: "Yes." "Because of the criminal's viciousness and cruelty, the nearby districts, even the entire Tingen city's wealthy people are scared. They not only increased their own guards, but also hired a lot of additional security personnel and private detectives, resulting in a significant shortage of manpower in this industry." The tall man replied clearly. Standard chain reaction... Klein and Roshan exchanged glances, both seeing the self-deprecating expression on each other's faces. The security industry has entered the "golden period", but this side of Black Thorns has not felt anything. It shows how unsuccessful this company is. Of course, in a certain sense, it also proves the success of the Night Watch team's concealment. After waiting for another twenty minutes, seeing that the rain was about to stop, Klein prepared to pack up and leave, going to the "Shotgun Club" to practice revolvers. Just then, the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell emerged from the partition, looking at the sofa position with confusion: "Who is this?" "The client, the captain is back?" Roshan asked happily. "Back?" The tall man was stunned. He was sitting right here, staring at the door, how did he not notice someone came back? Roshan's expression froze immediately, and she laughed cheerfully: "As a security company, we don't only have the front door." "Understood." The tall man nodded恍然. As for the title of "captain", he didn't find it strange at all. A security company is just the former mercenary team or a small mercenary guild. The appearance of "captain" is quite normal. Leonard's white shirt was not tucked in, and the black vest was casually draped. He looked at the tall man and suddenly snapped his fingers, saying: "I'm a security officer of Black Thorns. How do you call yourself? What do you want to entrust?" Perhaps he had heard of the "mercenary's" unrestrained behavior before, but the tall man didn't feel insulted with anger, but rather relaxed. Looking at Leonard sitting down, he organized his words and said: "My name is Cleary, I'm the housekeeper of Mr. Vickers, the tobacco merchant. His only son, Elliot Jr., was kidnapped this morning. We have reported it and received sufficient attention, but Mr. Vickers is still not at ease and hopes that through your mercenary team, uh, security personnel, as well as your understanding of Tingen, to conduct an investigation from another direction to ensure that Elliot Jr. is safely rescued." "If you can find the place where the kidnappers are hiding, Mr. Vickers is willing to pay 100 pounds as a reward. If you have a way and successfully rescue Mr. Elliot Jr., he is willing to double the reward, giving 200 pounds at once." Leonard Mitchell smiled calmly: "Mr. Vickers seems only to want us to find the hiding place of the kidnappers? Otherwise, he wouldn't think his only son is only worth 100 pounds. A tobacco merchant with close ties to the southern plantation wouldn't only be able to offer 200 pounds." "No, Mr. Vickers is just an ordinary businessman, not a wealthy person. Moreover, he believes that the police department is more professional in handling this matter." The old housekeeper Cleary replied calmly. "OK, no problem." Leonard snapped his fingers again. He looked at Roshan with green eyes and said: "Beautiful lady, please draft a contract." "Don't always think of yourself as a poet. In fact, you can only recite others' works." Roshan was used to mocking Leonard, and forgot there were guests present at once. Of course, the Black Thorn Security Company wouldn't care about the client either. It's fine either way. Rosan left the reception desk and entered the clerk's office. The tapping sound immediately started. Klein's lips twitched slightly as he watched. He felt they were simply too unprofessional. There was no standardized, ready-made contract! "This is truly a sad thing..." "And what's even sadder is that I'm in such an unprofessional company..." While his thoughts were swirling, Rona drafted a contract that was so brief, consisting of only a few clauses. She had the butler, Clevely, and Leonard Mitchell sign it respectively. When Clevely stamped the seal, she took the contract and entered the accounting room, finding Mrs. Olliana to get the "Black Thorn Security Company" seal - this seal was almost useless. Dunn usually gave it to Olliana to keep, and on Sundays, he gave it to Rosan and others. "Wait for your good news." Taking one of the contracts, butler Clevely stood up, removed his hat, and bowed, saying. Leonard didn't respond. He seemed to be thinking about something for about ten seconds in silence. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Klein, smiling and saying: "I need your assistance." "Ah?" Klein was stunned for a moment. "I mean, this task will be completed by me and you together." Leonard's mouth curled slightly as he explained, "I'm good at fighting, shooting, climbing, sensing, chanting, and doing some assistance, but not looking for people. You wouldn't want Old Neil to go out in such weather, would you?" When he said "sensing", his voice suddenly became muffled, making it impossible to understand clearly. "Alright." Klein had a desire to try out new "skills", and also had a little bit of vigilance towards Leonard Mitchell. Breath, hoping to complete it successfully... I wonder how much my "diviner" ability can play a role... He thought with a little bit of anticipation.
