There was a task that someone wanted to entrust... You've probably come to the wrong place... The sign of this security company is just a sign...
Hearing the words of the visitor, Klein immediately felt a full mouthful of teasing, only regretting that there was no forum or bullet screen here to exchange with.
However, he quickly recalled that he had once asked a similar question, and the captain's answer was that if there was free time, why not take it? The money earned could be used as the team's petty cash and the participants' benefits.
Roxanne's eyes turned, thinking for a moment and said:
"Our security personnel are all on missions. The earliest one will be back at least an hour later. If your matter is not urgent, you can consider it."
Among the six official members of the Night Watchers, Captain Dunn Smith was invited to the church by the bishop, and it was unknown what they were discussing. Leonard Mitchell was guarding the "Chains Gate" for him.
"Grave Digger" Fry and "Insomniac" Loay Laiting had gone to the Golden梧桐 District to cooperate with the police department in investigating a theft case with cult elements. Another "Insomniac", Cohen Li White was on leave, and another "Midnight Poet", Xiga T'ang had gone to the "Raphael Cemetery" in the northern suburbs for a routine patrol.
The remaining two extraordinary individuals, the elderly Neil was getting old and weak and had not gone on a mission for a long time. Klein was still a beginner and was truly a half-baked in all aspects.
"None of them are here..." The tall and thin man with gray hair and a rain umbrella on his hand looked gloomy, took off his hat, and bowed politely, "Sorry to have bothered you. Goodbye."
He turned around and walked towards the door. In the sound of the rain and the howling wind, he left No. 36 Zottland Street along the stairs.
"What a pity." Roxanne watched the gentleman leave just now and sighed regretfully.
Although she wouldn't get a share of the commission, it was certain that there would be a big meal to share.
"There's no way. The Chains Gate must be guarded at all times." Klein put down his knife, fork and spoon with satisfaction. Even the thick soup of turnips and vegetables that he didn't like was drunk up clean. "Do you want to send Brett on the mission? Or yourself?"
Roxanne's eyes twinkled and she said with a smile:
"Brett can't, but you can, our 'Diviner' sir..."
Before she could finish, she suddenly realized and quickly stopped, because the door was still not closed. If someone passing by or visiting outside heard about the extraordinary individuals, it would be considered a leak.
"Fortunately, the captain isn't here..." Roxanne looked at the door and stuck out her tongue secretly, "Otherwise, I'd have to go and repent again!"
Brett and Klein laughed at the same time. After looking at each other, they began to clear the tableware.
After finishing all this, seeing that the rain had not stopped and he didn't have an umbrella, Klein chose to stay at the "Black Thorn Security Company".
He took a newspaper and sat on the soft and elastic sofa, leisurely taking a "lunch break".
"The airship route from Beckland to Dixi Bay has been opened..."
"The Great Detective Munson has been compiled into a book and is about to be published..."
"An advertisement from the Logras Weapons Store? A standard revolver with 6 bullets for 3 pounds and 10 shillings, a double-barreled hunting gun for 2 pounds..." ...
Klein was flipping through the "Tingen City Honest Man Newspaper" when he suddenly noticed a piece of news: "... The criminals who killed Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya have all been captured. It is believed that the panic that has been spreading in the North District, Golden梧桐 District and East District will be greatly alleviated... Mr. Welch's father, Mr. McGavin, a banker, escorted his youngest son's body back to Constontown and is about to hold a grand funeral...
After reading it several times, Klein suddenly sighed:
It seems that Mr. Welch's father has already believed the police's statement and has not hired a private detective to investigate further...
His grief over losing his youngest son must not be as intense as my father and mother's over losing their only child...
His mood immediately sank, and Klein sat there motionless for a long time.
As for the fact that neither Welch nor Naya invited him to their funerals, he didn't find it strange or depressing at all.
When everything calms down, I'll find an opportunity to lay a bouquet of flowers at their graves... Just as Klein was about to go to the lounge for a nap, the door of the reception hall was knocked on again.
"Come in," nodded Rosan, who immediately became alert.
The slightly ajar door was pushed open, and the tall, thin man in a suit with graying temples walked in again.
"May I wait here for a while? Your mercenaries, no, security personnel should be back soon, right?" He tried to hide his anxious expression and asked sincerely.
"Sure, please take a seat over there," Rosan pointed to the sofa beside.
Klein, on the other hand, was quite curious and asked:
"Where did you hear about our security company? Who referred you here?"
To go back and forth in the pouring rain at noon and be willing to wait?
Well, it must be that the Night Watch team members easily solved what others considered a difficult task, and have accumulated enough reputation in this field...
The tall, thin man leaned his umbrella against the door and walked towards the sofa, smiling wryly as he replied:
"I visited all the mercenaries, uh, security companies and private detectives in the nearby streets. Only here was there still a glimmer of hope. They all have no hands free to take on other tasks... To be honest, if it weren't for a deliveryman, I wouldn't have known there was a security company here." ... It was completely different from what I expected... Klein was stunned.
Rosan then interjected and asked, "They're busy? So many tasks?"
The tall, thin man with grizzled temples sat down and sighed, "You're a mercenary squad, no, a security company. Have you heard about the burglary and murder case in the Howles district?"
The Howles district... Burglary and murder case... Well, unfortunately, I was one of the victims... Klein nodded slightly, feeling a bit heavy-hearted, "Yes."
"Because of the brutality and cruelty of the criminals, the rich people in the nearby districts, and even the entire Tingen City, are scared. They not only increased their own guards but also hired a lot of security personnel and private detectives, creating a significant shortage of manpower in this industry." The tall, thin man replied clearly and logically.
A typical chain reaction... Klein and Rosan exchanged glances and saw the self-mockery on each other's faces.
The security industry has entered a "golden age", but Black Thorn didn't feel it at all. It's clear how unsuccessful this company is.
Of course, in a certain sense, it also proves the hidden success of the Night Watch team.
After waiting for more than twenty minutes and seeing that the rain was about to stop, Klein was about to pack up and leave to practice with his revolver at the "Shooting Club".
Just then, Leonard Mitchell, with his black hair and green eyes, came out from behind the partition and looked at the sofa position in confusion, "Who is this?"
"The client. The captain is back?" Rosan asked happily.
"Back?" The tall, thin man was stunned.
He was sitting right here, staring at the door. How could he not notice someone coming back?
Rosan's expression froze, and she hurriedly chuckled, "As a security company, we don't just have the front door."
"Understood." The tall, thin man nodded in realization.
As for the title of "captain", he didn't find it strange at all. Security companies were formerly mercenary squads or small mercenary guilds. It was quite normal for there to be a "captain".
Leonard's white shirt was not tucked in, and his black waistcoat was casually draped over his shoulders. He looked at the tall, thin man and suddenly snapped his fingers, "I'm a security personnel of Black Thorn. How should I address you? What do you want to entrust?"
Perhaps having heard of the carefree and unrestrained nature of "mercenaries" before, the tall, thin man didn't feel insulted or angry. Instead, he felt relieved.
He watched Leonard sit down and organized his words, "My name is Keli. I'm the butler of Mr. Vicrol, a tobacco merchant. His only son, little Elliot, was kidnapped this morning. We have already reported it to the police, and they have given it sufficient attention. However, Mr. Vicrol is still not reassured. He hopes that through your mercenary, uh, security personnel's channels and your knowledge of Tingen, you can investigate from another direction to ensure that little Elliot is safely rescued."
"If you can find the kidnappers' hiding place, Mr. Vicrol is willing to pay 100 pounds as a reward. If you have a way and successfully rescue little Elliot, he is willing to double the reward and give you 200 pounds in one go."
Leonard Mitchell smiled leisurely, "Mr. Vicrol seems to only hope that we can find the kidnappers' hiding place? Otherwise, he wouldn't think his only son is only worth 100 pounds. A tobacco merchant with close ties to the southern plantations wouldn't only be able to offer 200 pounds."
"No, Mr. Vicrol is just an ordinary merchant, not a wealthy person. Besides, for the rescue, he believes that the police department is more professional." The old butler Keli answered calmly.
"Alright, no problem." Leonard snapped his fingers again.
He looked at Rosan with his emerald green eyes and said, "Beautiful lady, could you please draft a contract?"
"Don't always think you're a poet. In fact, you only recite others' works." Rosan was used to teasing Leonard and forgot that there were guests present. Of course, Blackthorn Security Company doesn't care about the client. It's fine if there is one, and it's fine if there isn't.
Rosa left the reception desk and entered the clerk's office. The tapping sound immediately rang out.
Klein's mouth twitched. He felt that they were really unprofessional.
There was no standard, ready-made contract!
"This is truly a sad thing..."
"And what's even sadder is that I'm actually in such an unprofessional company..."
While his thoughts were swirling, Rosa drafted a short contract with only a few clauses and had Butler Keli and Leonard Mitchell sign it.
After Keli stamped it, she took the contract and entered the accounting room to get the "Blackthorn Security Company" seal from Mrs. Oliana. This seal was almost useless. Dunn usually kept it with Oliana, and on Sundays, he would give it to Rosa and the others.
"Waiting for your good news." Butler Keli stood up and took off his hat to bow as he handed over one of the contracts.
Leonard didn't respond. He remained silent for about ten seconds as if lost in thought.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Klein, smiling and saying, "I need your assistance."
"Huh?" Klein was taken aback.
"I mean, we'll complete this task together," Leonard explained with a slight smile on his lips. "I'm good at fighting, shooting, climbing, sensing, and singing, as well as some support work, but not at finding people. You wouldn't want Old Neil to go out in this weather, would you?"
When he said "sensing", his voice became muffled, making it impossible to hear clearly.
"Alright." Klein had the urge to try out his new "skill" and also had a bit of wariness towards Leonard Mitchell.
Phew, I hope it goes smoothly... I wonder how much my "Seer" ability can be of use... He thought with a hint of anticipation.