"OK." Klein bowed slightly and took off his not-so-tall hat, putting it back on his head. At the same time, he was imagining more about the appearance of the sealing object "0-08". It looks like an ordinary quill pen? No ink is needed for writing? Then what is its real purpose? Why is it so highly confidential and considered "extremely dangerous"? Could it not be a causal pen that records who died? No, that would be too outrageous. Inns. Zangewell doesn't need to flee... Klein had just turned around and was about to leave when Dunn. Smith suddenly called out to him from behind: "Wait a moment, I forgot something." "What?" Klein turned around, his eyes full of confusion. Dunn put away his pocket watch and smiled: "Wait a moment, remember to ask the accountant Mrs. Olliana to advance your salary for four weeks, a total of 12 pounds. Then receive only half of your salary each week until it's repaid." "That's too much. There's no need for this. It could be less." Klein subconsciously said this. He wasn't against the advance payment, after all, he didn't even have the money to pay for the return of the public carriage. But taking 12 pounds at once was still a bit frightening. "No, this is necessary." Dunn shook his head and smiled, "Think about it, would you still want to stay in this apartment? The bathroom is shared with several households, not considering yourself, you also have to consider the ladies, and... " Seeing Klein nod in agreement, he paused for a moment, looked at the other's clothes with a meaningful smile, and said: "And you also need a walking stick, and you have to buy formal clothes again." Klein was stunned for a second, then suddenly realized that he was wearing a cheap outfit. Normally, the hat should be made of silk, worth 5 to 6 sous, the bow tie 3 sous, the silver-handled walking stick 7 to 8 sous, the shirt 3 sous, the pants, coat and tailcoat 7 pounds or more, the leather boots 9 to 10 sous, and this set would cost more than 8 pounds and 7 sous in total. Of course, a decent gentleman would also need a watch chain, pocket watch and wallet. The original owner and his brother Benson saved money carefully and saved up a sum of money. They went to a clothing store and asked about the prices, but they were too scared to bargain and just left in a hurry, settling for buying a set from a cheap store near Iron Cross Street, which cost less than two pounds each. It was because of this that the original owner had an extremely deep impression of the prices of clothing. "OK, OK." Klein replied somewhat hesitantly. He was also a person who valued his face. Dunn took out the pocket watch again and looked at it: "Or you can go to Mrs. Olliana first? I don't know how long you will stay at Old Neil, but wait a moment, Mrs. Olliana will be home soon." "OK." Klein felt extremely poor and didn't object. Dunn walked back to the table and pulled one of the hanging ropes: "I'll have Rosanne take you there." The rope moved, the gears turned, and Rosanne in the reception hall of "Black Thorn Security Company" heard the bell hanging beside her ring gently ring, quickly stood up, and carefully went downstairs. Not long after, she appeared in front of Klein. Dunn. Smith said with a humorous smile: "Did you not disturb your rest? Well, take Morretti to Mrs. Olliana." Rosanne gave a subtle frown and replied, "OK, Captain." "Is that all?" At this moment, Klein was surprised and blurted out. To advance the salary at the "Finance" department, doesn't the captain need to sign a slip or something? "So?" Dunn asked in confusion. "I mean, to advance the salary at Mrs. Olliana's place, doesn't you need to sign it?" Klein said in the most simple words. "Oh, no, no, Rosanne can prove it." Dunn. Smith pointed at the brown-haired girl and replied. Captain, our "financial management" here has almost no management... Klein suppressed the urge to tease and followed Rosan as she turned and walked out of the room. Just then, he heard Dunne shout again: "Wait a moment, there's one more thing." Can we finish the sentence at once? Klein replied with a smile on his face as he turned back: "Go ahead." Dunne pressed his temple: "When you went to Old Neil's place, remember to collect ten 'Demon Hunter Bullets'." "Me? Demon Hunter Bullets?" Klein asked in surprise. "Wasn't Welch's revolver there with you? So you don't have to hand it in." Dunne said with one hand in his pocket. "With the 'Demon Hunter Bullets', if you encounter any strange danger, you can protect yourself. Well, this can give you courage, at least." No need for the last half sentence... Klein, who was already worried about this matter, answered without hesitation: "OK, I'll remember it!" "This requires me to write a formal document. Wait a moment." Dunne Smith sat down, picked up the dark red absorbent pen, scribbled a "note", signed his name, and stamped it. "Thank you, Captain." Klein accepted it sincerely. He slowly stepped back and turned around again. "Wait." Dunne shouted again. ... Captain, you look no more than thirty years old. How come there are signs of your future decline? Klein forced a smile and turned back to ask: "Is there anything else?" "I just forgot. You haven't practiced shooting, so the 'Demon Hunter Bullets' won't be of much use. So, every day, you should receive thirty normal bullets. Take the opportunity to go out and practice at the underground shooting range on Zorteland Street 3. Most of that area belongs to the police department, but there's a piece of land exclusively for us night guards. Oh, by the way, you also need to get a badge from Old Neil. Otherwise, you won't be able to enter the shooting range." Dunn patted his forehead and took back the "paper note" from Klein. He quickly added other contents and affixed a seal. "Good marksmen are trained with bullets. Don't underestimate them." Dunn handed the revised "paper note" to Klein again. "I understand." Afraid of danger, Klein wished he could go right now. He took a few steps outside, suddenly turning his body cautiously and considering before speaking: "Captain, is there nothing else?" "No more." Dunn nodded affirmatively. Klein let out a sigh of relief and walked all the way to the door. He wished he could turn around again and ask, "Is there really nothing else?" He suppressed this impulse and finally "successfully" left the "guard room". "Captain has always been like this. He often forgets things." Rosan walked beside him, whispering to criticize, "My grandma has a better memory than him. Of course, he only forgets minor things. Well, minor things, Klein. From now on, I'll call you Klein. Mrs. Oliona is a kind person and very easy to get along with. Her father is a watchmaker with excellent skills..." Listening to the chatter of the brown-haired girl, Klein stepped onto the stairs and returned to the upper floor. In the farthest office on the right, he met Mrs. Oliona. This was a black-haired lady wearing a frilly dress. She looked in her thirties, with fashionable curly hair. Her bright green eyes were clear and smiling, delicate and elegant. After hearing Rosan's account of Dunn Smith's arrangement, Oliona took out a note and wrote a pre-authorization slip: "Sign it. Do you have a seal? If not, just make a fingerprint impression." "Okay." Klein completed the procedure familiarly. Oliona took out a copper key and opened the safe in the room, counting the gold coins while smiling: "You're so lucky. There's enough cash today. By the way, Klein, you were invited by the captain because you were involved in an abnormal event and have special skills?" "Yes, madam. Your intuition was very accurate." Klein didn't hesitate to praise. Oliona took out four bills with a light gray base and dark black patterns, relocked the safe, and turned around, smiling: "Because I'm the same." ." "Really?" Klein expressed his surprise appropriately. "Did you know about the serial killer who caused a sensation throughout Tingen City sixteen years ago?" Oliana handed four gold coins to Klein. "... Remember! It was the 'bloody butcher' who killed the girls, some by taking their hearts, others by removing their stomachs. My mother often used this incident to scare my sister when I was young. "Klein thought after a moment. He took the banknotes and found they were two 5-pound notes and two 1-pound notes, all with a grey background and black patterns, and complex designs and special watermarks for counterfeiting. The former was slightly larger, and in the center was King George III, the direct ancestor of the previous king William Augustus VI, Henry Augustus I. He wore a white hat, had a round face, narrow eyes, and an extremely serious expression. But in Klein's eyes, there was an inexplicable closeness. This was a 5-pound note! It was equivalent to Benson's salary for nearly a month! The 1-pound note in the center was of King William Augustus VI, the previous king, who had thick beard and determined eyes. During his reign, the Kingdom of Rouen broke free from the old constraints and once again rose to the top among the nations. These were "good kings"... Klein faintly smelled the pleasant aroma of the banknote ink. "Right, if the night watchmen hadn't arrived in time, I would have been the sixth victim," Mrs. Oliaan's tone still contained a hint of fear, even though this incident had been over for more than a decade. "It seems that the serial killer, no, the butcher, was an extraordinary person?" Klein carefully folded the banknotes and put them in the inner pocket of his suit, then touched the area around it several times to confirm. "Yes." Mrs. Oliaan nodded slowly, "He had killed many people before. That time he was caught because he was preparing a demonic ritual." "Of course, for different internal organs... Sorry, madam, you brought back unpleasant memories." Klein said sincerely. Mrs. Oliaan smiled lightly: "I wasn't afraid anymore... At that time, I was studying accounting at a business school, and then I came here. Alright, don't keep me waiting. You still need to go find Old Neil." "Goodbye, madam." Klein removed his hat and bowed, left the office, and couldn't help touching the inner pocket again before descending the stairs, to confirm that the 12-pound note was still there. He turned at the crossroads, moved to the right, and soon saw a half-open iron door. Bang, bang, bang. There was an old voice inside the door: "Come in." Klein pushed open the iron door and found it was a narrow room, capable of accommodating only one table and two chairs. On the opposite side of the room, there was a tightly locked iron door, and behind the table, an old man with gray hair and wearing a classical black robe was reading several yellowed pages under the light of the gas lamp. He raised his head and looked at the door, saying: "You are Klein. Moretti? The young Rosanne just said you were very polite." "Miss Rosanne is really a friendly person. Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein removed his hat and saluted. "Sit down." Neil pointed at the intricately patterned silver-plated tin can on the table, "Would you like a cup of ground coffee?" The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth were deep, and his dark red eyes were slightly hazy. "You don't seem to have drunk anything?" Klein noticed that Neil's ceramic cup contained only water. "Haha, this is my habit. I don't drink coffee after 3 p.m." Neil explained with a smile. "Why?" Klein casually asked. Neil smiled and looked into Klein's eyes, saying: "I'm afraid I won't sleep well at night, and then I'll hear some strange whispers." ... Klein suddenly didn't know how to respond. Instead, he asked: "Mr. Neil, which documents and classics should I read?" As he spoke, he took out the "note" written by Dunn Smith. "Related to history, complex, fragmented. To be honest, I have been trying to learn, but I can only grasp the initial level. The rest is too troublesome. Things like people's diaries at that time, popular books, epitaphs, and so on, and so forth." Neil complained, "For example, these ones I have here require more detailed historical records to infer the specific content." "Why?" Klein was a little confused. Neil pointed at the several yellowed pages in front of him and said: "This is the diary of Rosel Gustav before his death. He kept it secret by using strange symbols of his own invention to record." Emperor Rosel? An elder from the time travel community? Klein was stunned for a moment, then focused on listening. "Because many people believe that he did not truly die but became a hidden deity. So there have been cultists who worship him and hold various rituals, trying to gain power. We occasionally encounter such things and obtain original or copied notes of these." Neil shook his head and said, "Up to now, no one has been able to interpret the true meaning of those special symbols. So 'The Sanctuary' allows us to keep the copies for research, hoping for unexpected surprises." At this point, Neil smiled proudly: "I have deciphered several of the symbols and confirmed that they are expressions of numbers. Look, what I discovered. This is actually a diary! Well, I hope to compare the historical events on different dates, especially those around the emperor, with the records in the diary for that day, to interpret more symbols." "Genius thinking, right?" The old man with white hair and deep wrinkles looked at Klein with shining eyes. Klein nodded in agreement: "Yes." "Haha, you can also take a look. Tomorrow we'll have to start helping you with this work." Mr. Neil pushed those yellowed pages to Klein. Klein straightened them out, but just glanced at them and was frozen in place! Although the "symbols" were sketched and depicted rather poorly, with some minor distortions, he would definitely not make a mistake... Because this was the text he was most familiar with: Chinese! And it was simplified Chinese!