In the following days, no events occurred at all. Kenley and Klein would simply chat for two sentences each day, then quickly enter their daily study and work state.
The former's daily task was just reading books, while the latter followed Old Neil learning mysticism, practicing marksmanship at night, living very fulfilling days.
Time gradually reached Friday.
"Today is really a quiet day." Leonard put down the poetry collection in his hand, looking at the morning sunlight shining on the window, "I hope every day this week will be like this, not letting us be in too busy a state."
Ha, do you know what's called don't randomly set FLAGS!
Kenley helplessly rolled his eyes, continuing to read "The Evolution History of Hermes Language" in his hand. Many things in this book involved this world's historical changes, reading like an engaging historical novel.
After work, he should find a regular divination club to see if anyone could interpret that ring's usage.
Crack!
Huge thunder echoed through the sky. Bean-sized raindrops fell from nowhere. Under Leonard's despairing gaze, they poured down torrentially, turning the already uneven ground into a vast ocean.
"Heavy rain..." Leonard sighed. Kenley thought he would improvise poetry, but looking up at Leonard staring at the ceiling for a long time, he didn't wait for Leonard's next line of poetry.
You are the "Midnight Poet." Daytime isn't suitable for poetry? Or you're just not suitable for this title.
"Damn, I can't think of what word should be the rhyme ending." Leonard rolled his eyes, "Forget it, just like this."
If you have no achievement, don't say it.
"Leonard, I need you to guard the 'Chanis Gate.' I have an urgent matter to go to the church." Captain Dunn walked in wearing a cloak, "Kenley, everyone else has their respective tasks. Only you remain in the team."
"Yes, Captain."
"Yes, Captain." Leonard took his coffee cup and poetry collection and hurried downstairs. Kenley watched the captain go down the stairs. After a while, Old Neil came up from below and greeted Kenley.
"Your Hermes language mastery is already sufficient. Want to learn about charm making?"
"Next week." Kenley raised the book in his hand, "I can finish reading all three books in two more days. I hope to return these books to Hoy University before learning."
"In that case, I'll adjust Klein's charm learning time to next Tuesday. No, Monday he rests. If you have time, come listen too." Old Neil smiled, "Teaching two people at once is more interesting than one person."
No, you just want to save some effort.
"I'm looking forward to it." Kenley nodded.
Old Neil returned to his office. Kenley continued reading for a while, rubbing his temples. At this time, there was suddenly a knocking sound at the door.
Knock knock knock!
"Please come in." Rozanne's sleepy voice came from the reception room. Klein poked his head out from Old Neil's room, curiously watching.
"Blackthorn Security Company" rarely had outsiders visit. Who could it be?
The door was pushed open. A man wearing a half-high top hat with a black formal suit's left shoulder position wet came in.
His temples were graying, carrying a folded umbrella, looking toward Klein and others:
"Is this the former mercenary team?"
"You could say so." Rozanne answered familiarly.
That tall thin man coughed and said:
"I have a task I want to commission."
Have a task to commission? I'm afraid you found the wrong place, but with such heavy rain, this matter should be very urgent.
Kenley didn't speak. Rozanne should be familiar with this situation, knowing how to answer to make the other party satisfactorily leave, or let him wait for a while until the captain or Leonard had time...
Wait, rainy day, commission, if I'm not mistaken, the person coming should be...
"Mr. Kenley, someone is commissioning." Rozanne shouted inside.
Uh, seems like I'm the only remaining official team member.
Kenley put down "The Evolution History of Hermes Language," straightened his collar and walked out, coming to the reception room next to where Rozanne was.
"Hello, sir, may I ask how you're addressed?"
"Hello, I'm called Cully, the steward of tobacco merchant Vickrol, representing my master Mr. Vickrol with an urgent matter needing your security company's help."
"Mr. Vickrol's youngest son little Elliott was kidnapped. We've already reported to police and received sufficient attention, but from his previous experiences, Mr. Vickrol doesn't have much confidence in the police station's efficiency. He needs to get sufficient information through your mercenary, no, security company channels, facilitating the police's timely rescue."
"They didn't demand ransom, but I'm worried..." Steward Cully nervously took out a handkerchief to wipe the mixture of rainwater and sweat on his face, "I'm very worried. Little Elliott is Mr. Vickrol's only child. I watched him grow up. I don't want him to suffer any harm."
"Mr. Vickrol is willing to take out one hundred pounds cash in exchange for any useful information about little Elliott. If you can find a way and successfully rescue little Elliott, Mr. Vickrol is willing to generously take out two hundred gold pounds as thanks to you."
"Two hundred gold pounds, only son, I believe a tobacco merchant with southern connections should offer more generous rewards than this." Kenley rubbed his chin with his left hand, deliberately saying.
"Mr. Vickrol prefers your company to provide sufficient information, leaving the rescue work to the police. After all, they have sufficient firepower and experience. The latter is the reward I requested from my master." Steward Cully said frankly, "This is, after all, our first cooperation with your security company, and I'm not clear about your capabilities."
Really? What happens next will drop your jaw.
"Thank you for your honesty." Kenley turned to look at Rozanne, "Draft the contract."
Rozanne looked at Kenley with surprised eyes. Seeing the affirming look in his eyes, she walked into the clerical staff office inside. Soon the sound of typing came from inside.
"Please wait here for a moment." Kenley walked into the inner room. Rozanne stopped her typing, "You... don't you need to wait for the captain or others to return before taking action?"
"Don't worry, I'm just going to investigate. If there are problems, I'll request backup in time." Kenley rubbed Rozanne's brown long hair, "Don't forget, I was taught by Old Neil. Once there's danger, I'll retreat from the scene at the fastest speed and request nearby police assistance."
"Thank you for your concern. I won't have any problems."
Rozanne no longer hesitated and quickly typed out the employment contract. Steward Cully stamped his personal seal without hesitation.
After all, this was the only security company nearby that still had personnel available.
"Since you've accepted the commission, let me now describe the case process." Cully straightened up, repeating the painful experience he told the police station once more.
Three people, pistols, no difference from the case in his memory. Kenley secretly nodded.
"Awaiting your good news." Steward Cully stood up and bowed, trying to leave.
"You came by carriage, right? Then please wait in the carriage. We'll prepare and set out." Kenley looked at Steward Cully, "Every minute is precious."
"Thank you." Steward Cully's trust in this security company greatly increased in his heart as he stood up and left.
"Klein, you've been studying for hours. Need some fresh air?" Kenley turned to look at Klein, who was still poking his head out from Old Neil's room.
"You're a 'Seer,' right?"