"I don't think Klein Moretti has any suspicion, but he is the only person still alive at the scene. But as for who the murderer is..." Kenley scratched his head. "From the handwriting in his notebook, you can tell that his memory or behavior seems to have been manipulated by something."
"I think his suspicion is very low," Leonard looked up at Kenley. "Your suspicion is very reasonable, Kenley. Are you sure this is your first time at a crime scene?"
"Your performance was very good." Dunn took the cane that Kenley handed over. "Since that's the case, we'll come again tonight. His suspicion is indeed very small in my view."
Leonard looked at Captain Dunn without surprise. "Has Ms. Daly already arrived in Tingen City?"
"In two hours, she will arrive in Tingen." Dunn tapped the carriage floor with his cane. "Mr. Brett, we're going back."
The carriage slowly started and drove slowly toward the direction of "Blackthorn Security Company."
"What weapons are 'Thieves' good at? You can mention all..." Dunn brought Kenley back to his office, watching Kenley take out two familiar reimbursement application forms from his pocket, a trace of smile appearing in his eyes.
"Old Neil was right. You really are the most talented clerical staff member."
"Pistol, holster, dagger, hand crossbow..." Dunn took the reimbursement forms and looked at the handwriting on them. "Pistols are very practical weapons, but hand crossbows? The flight speed of crossbow bolts isn't as fast as bullets."
Kenley didn't want to use crossbow bolts either, but there were no silencers on pistols in this era. If he encountered guards he wanted to assassinate, this thing would be much more effective than ordinary pistols.
"Hand crossbows are useful against ordinary people. If possible, I'd rather use this weapon to eliminate enemies from a distance than go up and fight them head-on. After all, I haven't completely mastered close combat techniques yet. If it's one-on-one combat, I should be fine, but once there are more than two people, inexperienced as I am might have some problems." Kenley explained.
"Also, I need to apply for an advance on several weeks' salary to buy clothes." Kenley stood up helplessly. "My increased height has made all my previous clothes unwearable. This set was just bought, and including related clothing, it has already cost most of my savings."
Dunn looked up and down at Kenley standing up, nodded and stamped the reimbursement forms, then took another form, wrote a few strokes on it, and similarly pressed his seal at the end.
"You know Ms.Orianna's office. Go get an advance on four weeks' salary yourself, then deduct half from your six-pound weekly salary each week. Also go apply for thirty regular bullets and ten 'demon-breaking bullets.'"
"Although you've passed basic firearms training, good shooters are all fed with bullets, and bullets aren't expensive."
A raise, how nice.
"Captain." Kenley nodded and walked out of Dunn's office, heading straight for Old Neil's room.
"I knew you'd come back." Old Neil looked at the reimbursement form and smiled. "Come with me to the armory."
Today, Mrs.Orianna was guarding the armory during the day. She saw Old Neil bringing Kenley to the armory door, smiled and winked her left eye at Kenley. "I heard you've become a brave Beyonder. What a courageous young man."
"Unlike this young man, I'd rather read literature every day than step on that dangerous path again." Old Neil signed the register at the door and sighed.
"Spending the rest of your life with your wife is a luxury that belongs to Beyonders, old fellow." Mrs.Orianna took the register and pressed a button under the desk with her hand.
"May the Goddess be with you, dear Kenley. Come to my room later to get your advance salary."
"Praise the Goddess." Kenley drew the shape representing the crimson moon on his chest, smiled and nodded to Mrs.Orianna, following Old Neil into the armory.
"Pistol, hmm." Old Neil picked and chose on the wall, finally taking out a black revolver with a slightly larger grip and stuffing it into Kenley hands. "Hold this."
"This revolver is the best weapon I've ever used. I call it 'Despair.' The cylinder can hold seven bullets. Although it's two hundred grams heavier than ordinary revolvers, you surely know what having one more usable bullet than others means in combat."
"These two daggers were confiscated from those thieves yesterday, made entirely of refined steel, plus a belt." Kenley hands held a thick belt made of pure leather, with a small dagger inserted on each side of the central buckle. Kenley drew one out; the dagger blade was coated with black paint and didn't reflect light at all. He swung it a few times in the air, threw it up, and used his right index finger to catch the blade, maintaining perfect balance.
"Very nice. Only professional 'Thieves' know what kind of weapons they should use." Kenley praised.
"Finally, the hand crossbow you wanted." Old Neil pulled open a cabinet drawer by the wall and took out an exquisite hand crossbow, turned around and pulled up Kenley sleeve, carefully tying the hand crossbow to his forearm, binding the thin string on the crossbow's pull ring to Kenley ring finger.
"Can fire one crossbow bolt each time, carrying capacity of eight bolts. Remember to recover them as much as possible. If lost, you need to tell me in advance. I need to custom-make crossbow bolts for you." Old Neil said. "I know a blacksmith with good craftsmanship. This thing needs to be custom-made fifty at a time, so use them sparingly."
"Oh, right, there are also bullets."
Thirty regular bullets, spare cylinder, ten demon-breaking bullets, all-weapon use permit, police station probationary inspector badge, seventh team official member badge, and a set of fitting inspector uniform and hat were neatly placed in front of Kenley. His hands quickly stored these items on his person, inserted "Despair" in the holster under his left armpit, and held the neatly folded probationary inspector clothing in his hands.
"That's all. What else do you want?" Old Neil crossed his arms and looked at Kenley.
"How about a high-pressure steam rifle and a hundred bullets?" Kenley smiled. He had once seen in reports that the "Mechanical Heart" team of the Steam and Machinery God had used this weapon in a battle. Although he hadn't seen the battle scene, every man would love this purely mechanical romance.
After all, all fear comes from insufficient firepower.
"We're not the Church of Steam and Machinery God." Old Neil rolled his eyes. "Even over there, this thing is a special attack weapon that only 'Mechanical Heart' team captains can apply for."
"I thought that the moment you signed the contract to become an official team member, you had already overcome your fear of death."
"I believe that only by ensuring my own safety will team members not expose weaknesses in combat due to being distracted looking after me." Kenley said. "Before becoming a senior team member, I will use all my strength to ensure my safety first."
I'm just cowardly, though I won't say it directly from my mouth.
Old Neil nodded. Kenley approach was very consistent with his usual style.
"So, I do need some things you can make, for example..." Kenley leaned close to Old Neil's ear and said a few sentences.
"'Thieves' indeed think differently from others. We never thought of using these things. Come with me to the alchemy room." Old Neil nodded thoughtfully. "The things you want are all there."
The two came to the alchemy room. Old Neil took several black-brown bottles from the shelf, found a clean wide-mouth bottle, mixed several different colored solutions together, divided them into two portions, then carefully drew three drops of liquid from a small black bottle with a dropper and put them into the right bottle.
The mixed liquid in the bottle emitted blue-black smoke. Old Neil quickly covered his nose with his sleeve and swiftly capped the bottle.
Kenley watched intently as the liquid in the bottle changed from black to light green, finally becoming blue-green viscous liquid.
"Black abyss devil fish blood, corpse decay fluid, raven blood, plus a little black widow spider venom. Once it hits, it's enough to kill an ordinary person. The left bottle, even without spider venom, as long as it cuts a small wound, is enough to paralyze someone for at least three minutes." Old Neil handed the two bottles to Kenley. "I believe someone as careful as you definitely needs some charms to sleep well at night, but you don't know how to make them now."
Kenley nodded affirmatively.
"Sigh." Old Neil pinched his chin, his gaze falling on the belt in Kenley hands.
"Give me the belt, I'll figure something out." Old Neil extended his right hand. "Who told you to be my favorite clerical staff member."
An hour later, Kenley walked out of Old Neil's office with a full harvest, and successfully got his twenty-four pound advance salary from Ms.Orianna.