The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 41: Audrey and her Susie

After pouring the coffee and returning to the armory to retrieve a thick pile of historical materials and explanatory transcripts from Old Neil, Klein followed the wall of lights up the stairs to the Blackthorn Security Company.

Knocks. Knocks. Knocks. His footsteps echoed in the closed and silent basement.

After Klein left the spiral staircase, he pushed open the door and identified his position before heading to the second office opposite him.

After getting used to it for two days, he had a general understanding of the layout of the Blackthorn Security Company.

The entrance leads visitors to a large reception hall with couches and tables. Through the partition, there is an inner region. To the left of the corridor were three rooms. From the nearest to the farthest, it was Mrs Orianna's account room, a restroom with several sofa beds, and a staircase leading underground.

On the right are three rooms. From the nearest to the furthest is Captain Dunn Smith's office, a civilian staff office with a typewriter, and an entertainment room for official members of the Nighthawks team.

Klein had previously seen Leonard Mitchell playing cards with two other teammates in the entertainment room. He guessed that they were playing Fighting the Landlord. Of course, Emperor Rochelle had given him a new name—Fighting Evil. However, the way it played was identical to what Klein knew.

Bredt is entitled to a day of sleep after the night shift. Rozanne's at the reception desk. The driver of the train in charge of providing necessities and gathering supplies, Cesare Francis, came out as usual. When Klein opened the door to the civilian staff office, the three tables inside were empty. Only the typewriter sat there.

"Type Model 1346 of the Akerson Company.." Klein, who had seen similar objects in his mentor's office and Welch's place, muttered. He felt that the intricate mechanisms within were filled with the beauty of the machine.

He walked to the table with the typewriter. After preparing himself, he tried to type something in the air.

At first, he often changed the local language to Chinese 'pinyin' instinctively. Only after he got used to it did he 'digest' Klein's original memory fragments accordingly and no longer make any mistakes.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

Rhythmic beats on a typewriter sound like a melody consisting of a heavy mating between metal and industry. Under this melody, Klein quickly typed out a dispensing application.

However, he was in no hurry to meet Dunn Smith. Instead, he focused his mind and read the materials Old Neil had given him seriously. Be it revision or new material.

When it was almost noon, he stretched his neck and kept the documents. He then read and consolidated what he had learned about mysticism in the morning.

Only after all that did he bring his proposal to the next office and knock on the door gently.

Dunn was waiting for lunch. When he saw Klein handing the document to him, the corner of his mouth curved upwards.

"Did Old Neil teach you this?"

"Yes." Yeah." Klein did not hesitate to betray Old Neil.

Dunn took a deep red pen and signed it.

"I happen to be applying for funds for July, August, and September from the Church and the police department. When approved, get some money from Mrs Orianna. You can attract pendulum spirits in the afternoon."

"Alright," Klein replied simply and vigorously.

His tone and eyes were clearly filled with excitement.

Before saying goodbye to Dunn, she asked casually, "Doesn't the budget for July, August, and September have to be applied in June?"

Why are you filing a July budget only in July?

Dunn remained silent for a few seconds before sipping her coffee.

"We found three cases in June. I was so busy that I forgot about them."

As expected of the Captain and his poor memory .. Klein knew he had asked a question he should not have asked. He laughed a little before leaving.

With that, he started a simple yet regular lifestyle. He would spend half an hour in the morning to gnaw. He will have two hours of mysticism lessons in the morning and an hour and a half of studying historical documents. After lunch, he would take a short nap in the break room to regain his energy.

After that, he'll pull the bullet and head to the Shooting Club. After finishing his training, he would take a walk to Welch's place, which was not too far away. He would then reroute and return to Iron Cross Street. That way, he could save on transportation costs. If he had the time, he would train his Spirit Vision and Spirit Dowsing. On the way, he would buy food.

…

In private chemical laboratories equipped with equipment and goods.

Audrey, a tall blonde, was looking at the cup in her hand. There were countless bubbles and it made the atmosphere calm down.

Finally, the liquid in the cup is precipitated into a sticky silver substance.

"Haha, I am indeed talented in mysticism. I succeeded in one experiment! I was worried about failing and setting up two sets of materials!" the girl muttered to herself happily.

He kept the items he took from his family's vault or exchanged them for someone else. He took a deep breath and prepared to close his eyes to drink the Audience potion.

At that moment, barking sounded from outside the laboratory. Audrey nodded.

He hid the silver liquid cup in a dark corner, turned around and headed towards the door.

"Susi, who's here?" Audrey turned the doorknob and asked the golden retriever who was sitting at the door.

Susie wagged her tail in an obedient manner. Her personal servant, Annie, had appeared in the corridor nearby.

Audrey walked out of the lab and closed the door. He looked at Annie and said, "Don't I tell you? Don't bother me when I run chemistry experiments."

An irritated Annie replied, "But there's an invitation from the Duchess, Duchess Della."

"Duke Negan's wife?" Audrey took a few steps forward and asked Annie.

Audrey patted her cheek silently and said, "Tell my mother that I have a headache. Maybe I'm a little dehydrated from the sun. Please have him convey my apology to Mrs Della."

When he spoke, he was weak.

"Mom, this is not just afternoon tea, but also a literature salon" Annie added.

"But it won't treat my belly button. I need a break," Audrey firmly refused.

Simultaneously, he muttered deep down. If they insist, I'll pass out for all of you to see. The etiquette teacher said that I could do it perfectly.. Seems like I heard something?

"Alright," Annie sighed and said. "Do you need me to help you get back to your room?"

"no need. I'll clean up the lab first." Audrey was eager to return soon to consume the potion.

However, he suppressed his impatience. He only returned to the entrance of the laboratory when he saw Annie leave.

Suddenly, she discovers that the golden retriever, Susie, who is waiting outside, has left. Next, the laboratory door was half open.

"I forgot Susie could open the door with the handle? Not good!" Audrey heard a crisp sound coming from inside. Suddenly, he realized the moment he walked into the laboratory.

All he could see were broken cups on the floor. Susie licks the last drop of silver liquid.

Audrey stood glued to the entrance like a statue.

Susie immediately sat down and stared at the owner innocently while wagging her tail.

…

In the ocean outside Pritz Harbor, there is an island that is always shrouded in storms. An ancient sailboat docked in its harbor.

A blond man wearing a robe with a lightning pattern was staring at Alger Wilson opposite him. He asked puzzledly, "Algeria, you could have gone back to the kingdom and become the captain of the Mandated Punisher team or a reputable bishop. Why did you choose to sail out to sea and become the captain of the Blue Avenger?"

Algeria had a stoic expression on his rough face. He replied solemnly, "The sea belongs to the Storm. This is the kingdom of Gods.I am willing to obey the will of Gods and watch over this territory of His kingdom."

"Good." The blond man clenched his fists and hit his chest. "May the Storm be with you."

"May the Storm be with you." Algeria answered with the same standard respect.

He stood on the deck with a few sailors and saw his friends leaving the ship, walking into the distance.

"Sainz, you don't understand because you don't know enough." muttered Algeria inwardly.

Meanwhile, Audrey finished her second potion in a state of panic.

Seeing that the silver potion looked no different from before, he almost shed tears.

Gulp down. He quickly drank the audience potion.

…

Fridays. The storm hit Tingen. Heavy rain flushed the windows of every house.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, Rozanne, and Bredt sat on the sofa in the reception hall and enjoyed lunch.

Since there was only a kettle to boil water, there was no way to heat the leftovers. Klein could not eat whole wheat bread every day or take the train home every day. If he did that, he would have to walk from Iron Cross Street to Welch's place in the afternoon and consider taking the train back. It was a waste of money; therefore, he began to join Rozanne and her colleagues in eating the so-called 'office rations'.

The nearby Old Wills Restaurant would send servants on time at half-ten every day. He would ask for their order and after determining the amount, he would deliver it at half twelve. The food was contained in what resembled a food box. At three, he'll be back to pick up their order for dinner and take back his equipment.

'Rationsum' includes meat, vegetables, and bread. Although the number was less, it was barely enough to fill a person up. Feeding costs range from seven to ten pence depending on the different premium levels.

Klein would always thicken his skin and order food for seven pence. Usually, there is a half pound of whole wheat bread, a small piece of meat cooked in a different way, a spoonful of soup thick with vegetables, and a little butter or margarine.

"We actually only have one Nighthawk here today .." Rozanne said as she stuffed a spoonful of condensed soup into her mouth.

"I heard there was a case with a cult element going on in the Golden Indus. Therefore, the police department has asked for two Nighthawks." Bredt said as he put down his bread.

Klein used the remaining wheat bread and applied it to the last piece of meat juice before putting it in his mouth. He didn't say a word.

Under his left arm, there was a silver chain with topaz hanging.

At that moment, a knock was heard outside the half-closed main door.

"…Please enter." Rozanne was surprised as she put down her spoon. He quickly used a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and stood up.

The door was pushed open as a half-opened man entered. The left shoulder of his black formal suit was drenched.

Her hair side has gone gray. He put down his umbrella and said to Klein and his friends, "Is this a former small mercenary force?"

"You could say that" Rozanne replied like clockwork.

The skinny man coughed and said, "i have a mission request."