"I hope you can keep this secret." Butler Kelly helplessly took out two more ten-pound notes from his wallet and handed them to Kenley. "These additional fees need to be deducted from my weekly salary."
"Using other people's money to raise one's own child is a very cost-saving method, but your generosity is enough to make us keep this secret," Kenley smiled and shook hands with Butler Kelly, then brought Klein out of the room.
The heavy rain gradually lessened, but they still needed the umbrella. Kenley and Klein called a private carriage and boarded it. "Take us to Zotland Street, number thirty-six."
"Very good, sir."
Having income after this mission, Klein didn't complain about the private carriage's high cost.
"Here, yours." Kenley stuffed Klein a ten-pound note.
My god, a ten-pound note—one of this world's largest denomination notes. Simply too tempting.
Klein took it, looked at George I's portrait on it, deeply breathed in the oil ink fragrance it emitted, then returned it to Kenley's hand.
"I can't take it."
"This part of the money belongs to the team's reasonable income and should be distributed by the team leader."
"The team's income I already got—two hundred pounds." Kenley spread his hands. "This part is our extra income. Come, follow me and repeat: ex...tra...in...come..."
"You need to know, this kind of mission's total income—the team will deduct half to hand to Mrs. Orianna as public income. The remaining half belongs to the mission team members."
"How much can I get?" Klein looked at Kenley hopefully.
"You're still clerical staff now. According to regulations, you can only get ten percent—that is ten pounds. I heard Rosanne say you just moved house, and you also have a sister attending school. Your brother, I heard, is working at an import-export company. Work there is bitter and tiring. You need some money to supplement family expenses." Kenley stuffed the ten-pound note back into Klein's hand. "This is extra income. You contributed effort, so you should accept it."
"I feel like I didn't contribute much effort just now," Klein murmured.
"The work I did wasn't much more than yours." Kenley rubbed his chin, put the two hundred and ten pounds into his formal wear's chest pocket, then reached to his waist and took out four money bags—these were exactly the four robbers' money bags he'd taken from their waists.
Klein stared wide-eyed. "This..."
"Each person gets half." Kenley, on the carriage's back seat, poured out all the money from the four money bags. Altogether it was fourteen pounds, six sule, and twelve pence. He took a nearby money bag, put seven pounds, three sule, and six pence in it, and handed it to Klein.
"If we don't take it, it will benefit those guys at the police station. They already took all the credit—they won't mind us taking some small money."
This... can still be like this?
"This is rea...son...able...ex...tra...in...come..." Kenley said in an emphasized tone.
"Thank you." Klein put all the money into his money bag.
This was simply a miracle. He had only used less than four hours and harvested a "reasonable" seventeen pounds, three sule, and six pence.
This didn't count the ten pounds that might be given to him later or in a few days.
His money bag suddenly bulged up.
Going on missions with Kenley was simply too wonderful.
He hoped the next mission would allow him to go on assignment together with Kenley again.
Kenley looked toward Klein sitting opposite him, his eyes showing a trace of a smile.
This world's poorest true god "Fool"—I'm thinking of ways to fill your money bag.
Can't directly stuff money to you, can only use this indirect method.
"Looking like this, our today's mission is completed." Kenley took out a one-pence coin and threw it in the air, then caught it with his hand.
What appeared was the side printed with the Ruen national flag—the back side.
This meant the mission wasn't completely finished, or still had other hidden parts.
"Uh, you're divining?" Klein asked curiously.
"I was indeed just thinking whether this mission is already completely finished." Kenley shook his head. "My grasp of mysticism isn't as much as yours. This shouldn't be able to count as complete divination."
"Let me try." Klein took the coin, his mouth murmuring, "This mission—we have already completed it."
He opened his eyes, threw the coin toward the air, then caught it with his hand and opened his palm.
Back side!
What went wrong?
Klein frowned. Until the two of them got off the carriage and walked into the station, he was still absent-mindedly thinking.
What exactly did I miss?
"Mission completed." Kenley leaned beside Rosanne's office desk. "Thanks to Klein's help, we found Little Elliott."
"My god, you only used several hours to find the person?" Rosanne looked at Kenley and Klein unbelievingly. The latter absent-mindedly walked into the reception room, and when turning right, almost hit the wall.
"Moreover, we seemed to also discover a secret." Kenley winked at Rosanne, leaned forward, and quietly spoke.
"My god, it would actually be like this..." Rosanne's and nearby Bright's giggling laughter transmitted to nearby Old Neil's room. The latter walked out, and soon Old Neil's hearty laughter could be heard.
"Just now, to prevent danger, I used two 'Sleep Charms' you gave me." Kenley took out two silver pieces that had exhausted spirituality and handed them to Old Neil. "Can they still be recharged?"
"No, already used charms can only be waste. You can fill out a reimbursement form, and I'll supplement two new ones for you." Old Neil smiled. "Haven't been this happy for a long time."
"Did the captain come back?" Kenley asked.
"In his office."
Kenley walked into Dunn's office. The latter leaned on the sofa smoking his pipe. Seeing Kenley walk in, the corner of his mouth showed a trace of a smile.
"I heard everything. You and Klein did well."
"How did he feel on his first mission?"
"A bit nervous—this is predictable." Kenley said. "But I'm very willing to go on missions with him again. The 'Seer's' ability is indeed outstanding."
"Do you regret choosing 'Thief'?"
"The 'Thief's' ability is more suitable for me." Kenley said regretfully. "Besides Hermes language and ancient Hermes language, my grasp of other mysticism knowledge is all not as fast as Klein's, but good attack ability and investigation ability makes up for all this."
"Greed is a vice that needs to be abandoned."
Dunn nodded approvingly, took a slip from his desk, wrote two strokes on it, stamped his seal, and handed it to Kenley. "You know the team's distribution system. Hand that money to Mrs. Orianna for filing. Among it, ninety pounds is yours, and the remaining ten pounds transfer to Klein."
"Thank you, captain."
The team's reimbursement system is really fast.
"Captain." Klein stumblingly walked in, his head sporting a not-small bump—obviously he had just hit the wall.
"Kenley, you're also here."
"I know what went wrong just now."
"It's that notebook—that Antigonus family's notebook. That notebook is right across from the house we just went to." Klein said.
"I actually didn't notice the hint spirituality gave me just now."