Gunshot!
It's an alarm, someone invaded!
"Bane, Antok, where are you?" Alec called out in a low voice.
No one answered.
Who has such great ability to find his so well-hidden lair?
Is it the Mole Gang from the south of the city, or the Gear Gang from the east district that specializes in human trafficking?
No, weren't the latter already arrested by the police?
Tingen City police officers?
No, doesn't seem like it. They act in groups. If it were them, they would definitely swarm up now and pin him to the ground.
Official extraordinaries?
Damn, who exactly is it?
He walked toward the cemetery using the crimson moonlight. Before walking in dozens of meters, he discovered Bane and Antok's corpses. The two leaned against the tree, looking like they were sleeping. The white foam from their mouths proved that their "slumber" was not as simple as what he saw.
They came for me.
Run, must run quickly.
Alec straightened up and leaned against the tree, carefully observing the surroundings. There was no movement around at all. His ears heard the rustling sounds of wind blowing on branches and leaves, with no other movement.
The opponent has only one person, at most two people!
Bastards, they came for my two years of savings!
And that magic potion formula I haven't had time to use!
Want to eat black and black, these bastards!
He angrily drew his never-leaving pistol and ran toward his basement.
The basement was empty. The white wax at the bedside, his copy of "Wuthering Heights" turned upside down on the bed showed no signs of being touched.
He frantically took out the small box where he kept stolen money from under the bed. The coins and gold pounds inside were messily placed together, with no signs of anyone touching them.
Great, they haven't had time to...
"Night..." A calm Hermes phrase came from the ceiling, while a baby palm-sized silver piece was thrown from the roof to his feet.
Alec only felt dizzy, his head spinning as he fell to the ground. The last ray of light in his eyes saw a black shadow lightly jump down from the roof, lightly taking away his savings accumulated from exploiting subordinates over two years.
The inner grief could not resist the power of the "Sleep Charm." He drowsily fell asleep.
What simple work.
Kenley showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He took an oil lamp from the table, picked up the ineffective charm, took out Alec's usual money pouch from his clothes beside him. Left hand holding the oil lamp plus small box, right hand carrying Alec's body, he walked out with difficulty and threw it on the other two bodies.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots echoed through Tingen City's night sky.
To cover his secret, he followed the small path northward for several kilometers before finding a private carriage by the roadside, came to the south of the city, changed to another private carriage and returned home.
What a hard night, but the harvest was also rich.
In the small box, plus the three money pouches, they provided him with nine hundred forty gold pounds and ten sule in total. Adding his previous four hundred sixty gold pounds in savings and change, his wealth suddenly reached one thousand four hundred twelve gold pounds, four sule, and six pence.
He found a bag to put away one thousand four hundred gold pounds. The remaining twelve gold pounds, four sule, and six pence he stuffed into his money pouch. At the bottom of the box, he also found a crumpled paper wrapped around a silver ring. Looking under the gas lamp, inside the ring was engraved a line of small characters: "Only the secret keeper can enter."
What secret is hidden in this ring?
He stuffed the ring into his money pouch. He could find an opportunity to find a real Seer to ask.
Let Klein try? He is a real "Seer."
He quickly rejected this proposal.
Klein and he were only nodding acquaintances now. Although they were in the same team, it was not convenient now.
Then, it seemed he needed to find a suitable Seer to help him.
He opened that paper. On it was a formula recorded in Ruen language.
Sequence 9 "Thief."
"Main materials: one blood-spotted black mosquito, spirit candle core. Auxiliary materials: one hundred milliliters of others' blood, one sapphire, ten grams of verbena powder."
He felt the magic potion in his body digest another part, this time the extent was slightly larger than last time.
Could it be because this time he induced the opponent to actively hand over his hidden money location?
Then, the "Thief's" acting law could add one rule: high-level theft should make the opponent actively give precious belongings to oneself, rather than actively stealing.
With such understanding, he slept deeply on the bed.
The next morning, Kenley came to the office as usual and immediately saw Klein busy at his desk.
"Good morning, Klein."
"Ah, good morning, Mr. Kenley." Klein sat down, pushed over a familiar coffee jar, "Need a cup of coffee?"
"Please call me Kenley, and." Kenley smiled, passing over the coffee powder and tea powder he bought the day before yesterday, "When I sat at this desk, this jar hadn't had coffee powder for a long time."
Klein embarrassedly took back the coffee jar he had just pushed over. Kenley took the hot water and made each of them a cup of Massey highland coffee. This coffee powder's roasting degree was not too deep, with a hint of citrus and lemon flavor, considered one of the world's premium coffee powders.
"What work did the captain give you?"
"There isn't much work temporarily. Captain Dunn asked me to follow Old Neil to study mysticism for a while, while looking for the whereabouts of that Antigonus family diary, and practicing marksmanship." Klein nodded, "These tasks will make my daily work time very fulfilling."
"Aha, former clerical staff and current clerical staff are having a pleasant exchange." Old Neil passed by the door, "Haven't seen such a gratifying scene for a long time. Kenley, did you borrow those Hermes language books from Hoy University?"
Hoy University? My university?
Klein's eyes lit up.
"Yes, when borrowing books I saw a history instructor called Azik Eggers. He is a very kind person who lent me the books using his borrowing card." Kenley smiled.
"By the way, I heard from the captain that you're also a history department student at Hoy University. You should also know Mr. Azik, right?"
"Mr. Azik is a history department instructor who is extremely serious about knowledge but very enthusiastic toward students." Klein smiled and said, "I'm very happy we can have mutual friends."
"Alright, you two youngsters." Old Neil knocked on the door, "Klein, it's your daily study time. My old bones don't have as much energy as you young people. I still hope to have enough rest time in the afternoon."
Klein picked up his coffee, greeted Kenley and walked toward Old Neil's office. Kenley smiled, picked up the coffee jar in front of him, and poured all the coffee powder he had prepared into that jar.
Study hard, improve daily, dear Mr"Fool."