The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 42: Butler Klee

Mission request.You may come to the wrong place.The nameplate of this security company is nothing but a nameplate…

Klein immediately endured his urge to scorn when he heard the visitor. How much he craved there was a message board and a screen for him to share his thoughts.

But he soon realized that he had once asked a similar question. The captain's answer is that they can take the job if they are free. The money earned can be used as funds for the team's small cash account and bonuses for the participants.

Rozanne's eyes looked around as she thought for a moment before saying, "Our security guards are all on a mission. The fastest time they return is an hour. If your problem is not urgent, you may consider our services. "

Among the six official members of the Nighthawk, Captain Dunn Smith had been invited to the cathedral by the bishop for some unknown discussion. Leonard Mitchell keeps the Chanis Gate in place.

Corpse Collector Frye and Sleepless Royale Reideen have gone to the Golden Indus Borough to assist police in their robbery investigation with a premonition of adoration. Sleepless Kenley White is on leave, while Midnight Poet Seeka Tron goes to Raphael Cemetery in the northern suburbs for daily patrols.

As for the two remaining Beyonders, Old Neil was weak and too advanced at his age. He didn't take on the mission for a long time. Klein was still a beginner and completely inadequate in various aspects.

"They all came out.." With one hand holding his umbrella, the skinny man's expression turned grim as he took off his hat. He bowed and said, "Sorry to interrupt. Good bye."

He turned and walked out. He climbed down the stairs and left 36 Zouteland Street in the midst of the spatter and roaring winds.

"It's a shame." Rozanne watched the man leave and sighed regretfully.

Even though he would not get a share of the commission, he would definitely be able to partake in a sumptuous meal.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Chanis Gate needs someone to watch her all the time." Klein put down his tableware in satisfaction. Even though he did not like the mixture of radish soup and vegetables, he still drank it clean. "Don't tell me you want Bredt to take the mission? Or yourself?"

Rozanne rolled her eyes and giggled.

"Bredt won't do it, but you can. Our Astrologer Lord…"

As he finished his sentence, he immediately realized what he had just said. He closed his mouth in shock because the door had not closed completely. If one were to walk past outside or hear something about Beyonders, it would be considered a leak.

"Thank God the Captain is not there." Rozanne looked out the door and silently stuck out her tongue. "Or I have to confess my sins again!"

Bredt and Klein laughed in unison as they exchanged glances before starting to get rid of the tableware.

After everything was done, Klein who was not carrying his umbrella decided to stay at Blackthorn Security Company due to the rain that kept falling.

He pulled out a few newspapers and sat on the soft but bouncy sofa as he casually started his 'day break'.

"The flight route from Backlund to Desi Bay is now operational…"

"The full anthology of Great Detective Manseng will be published soon …"

"Ad for the Lagolas Weapon? A standard model revolver carrying six bullets costs three pounds and ten soli, a double barrel gun costs two pounds…"

…

Klein flipped through the Honest Paper of Tingen City when certain news suddenly caught his attention.

"…the suspect responsible for the murder of Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya has been arrested. We believe this is a much-needed reprieve from the horrors that have gripped North Borough, Golden Indus Borough, and East Borough, has delivered the body of his youngest son back to Konstan City where a grand funeral will be held…"

After reading it a few times, Klein suddenly sighed.

From the looks of it, Welch's father had bought a police explanation and had not hired a private detective to investigate the matter…

His grief at losing his youngest son was no greater than the grief of my parents who lost their only son …

In a sullen mood, Klein sat there motionless for a long time.

She didn't feel strange that she wasn't invited to Welch and Naya's funeral, nor did she feel depressed.

After everything calmed down, I would find an opportunity to offer a wreath to their grave. Klein would take a nap in the dugout when a knock came from the door of the reception hall again.

"Please come in." Rozanne, who was sleepy, suddenly jolted awake.

The half-closed door was pushed open again. The skinny man from before entered once again.

"Can I wait here? Your mercenaries, don't— the security officers will be back soon, right?" He asked sincerely, trying his best to hide his anxious expression.

"certain. Please sit down." Rozanne pointed to the sofa nearby.

Klein asked out of curiosity, "Where did you hear about our security company? Who introduced you here?"

He had made two trips despite the heavy afternoon storm while still willing to wait?

Yep. The Nighthawks must have easily completed a mission that might seem very difficult to others. They must have quite a reputation…

The man left his umbrella outside the door and as he walked to the sofa, he replied with a sad smile, "I have traveled on the nearby streets and visited all the mercenaries, he said, eh—security company and private investigator.you are mine.just hope. The others did not have the manpower to take on additional missions..To be honest, if it wasn't for the waiter delivering the food, I really didn't imagine that there was another security company here."

…It's completely different from what I imagined. Klein was dumbfounded.

Rozanne interjected with the question, "They're so busy? Are there many missions?"

The man sat down and sighed.

"you're a mercenary team, not a security company—. I'm sure you must have heard of the murder of an armed robbery on Howes Street?"

Howes Street.Murder of armed robbery.Alright, unfortunately, I am one of the people involved. Klein nodded with a rather heavy heart.

"Due to the presence of vicious and ruthless criminals, the rich people living in the neighboring streets, and even in the entire Tingen City, were terrified. In addition to increasing the amount of their security details, they also employ more security personnel and private detectives. This results in a shortage of supplies in your line of work" the tall and thin man explained clearly.

Klein and Rozanne exchanged glances and saw self-deprecating smiles from each other's faces.

The security industry has entered a golden age. However, the Blackthorn Security Company was not affected at all. It was obvious how bleak the company was.

Of course, to some extent, it also proved the success of the Nighthawks in hiding themselves.

After waiting for more than twenty minutes, Klein prepared to leave as the rain would stop. He's planning on training at the Shooting Club.

At that moment, the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell walked out of the partition. He looked at the sofa curiously.

"This is?"

"Client. Is the Captain back?" Rozanne asked happily.

"Back?" The skinny man was surprised when he heard that.

He was sitting there, staring at the door. How could he not find someone's return?

Rozanne's expression instantly froze as she chuckled.

"As a security company, we don't just use the front door."

"Pick." The skinny man nodded in enlightenment.

He was also not surprised by the term 'Captain.' A security company is a team of mercenaries or a small-scale mercenary union. It was normal for 'Captain' to be used.

Leonard didn't tuck in his white shirt. His black vest was also worn casually. He glanced at the skinny man as he suddenly flicked his finger and said, "i'm a member of the security guard at Blackthorn. How can I call you? Can I help you?"

Perhaps it was because he had long heard of the unrestrained character of the mercenaries that he did not feel angry from being humiliated. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw Leonard sitting down, and arranged his words.

"My name is Klee, butler Mr. Vickroy, a tobacco merchant. His only son, little Elliott, was kidnapped this morning. We have notified the police and the matter has been prioritised. However, Mr. Vickroy remains agitated. He wanted to go through the channel that the mercenaries, uh—security man, as well as your understanding of Tingen, had to investigate the case from a different angle and make sure that little Elliott was safely rescued."

"If you can find where the kidnappers are hiding, Mr. Vickroy will be willing to pay you 100 pounds. If you have the means to successfully save Young Master Elliott, he's willing to pay double. 200 pounds."

Leonard Mitchell smiled casually.

“Pak Vickroy just wants us to find the kidnappers' hideout? Otherwise, he would not have thought that his only son was worth a hundred pounds. A tobacco merchant who had close ties to the southern plantations would not only offer two hundred pounds."

"No Mr. Vickroy is just a regular trader. He is not considered rich. In addition, he believes the police will be more professional in rescuing his son" Klee replied frankly.

"alright. No problem." Leonard snapped his finger again.

His green eyes turned their eyes to Rozanne.

"My beautiful lady, please make a contract."

"Don't always act like a poet. In fact, all you do is recite the work of others." After forgetting the presence of clients, Rozanne quipped. He used to exchange shots with Leonard.

Of course, the Blackthorn Security Company did not care much about its clients. It's nice to have it, but it's also fine not to have it.

Rozanne leaves the reception desk and enters the staff office. Shortly thereafter, a typing sound was heard from the office.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He found them too unprofessional.

There is no standard template for contracts!

It must be tragic…

And even more sad is the fact that I work in an unprofessional company…

As this thought emerged in him, Rozanne completed a simple contract that had only a few clauses. Later, Klee and Leonard Mitchell signed it.

After Klee branded her, she took the contract and went back to the accounting room and asked Mrs Orianna to stamp it with the Blackthorn— Security Company logo - something that was actually useless. Dunn usually leaves it to Orianna for safekeeping. On Sunday, it will be passed on to Rozanne and her friends.

"I'll wait for your good news." After receiving one copy of the contract, Klee stood up and bowed with her hat open.

Leonard did not respond. He seems to be thinking hard.

He suddenly turned his head towards Klein and revealed a smile.

"i need your help."

"Aah?" Klein surprised.

"I mean you and I can complete this mission together." The corner of Leonard's mouth curved slightly as he explained, "I'm good at fighting, shooting, climbing, sensing, and chanting, and taking on multiple supporting roles. But that doesn't include looking for people. Old Neil to go out in such weather, right?"

When he said 'sensing', his voice was lowered into a mutter that Klein could barely hear.

"Good." Klein did have the desire to try his new 'ability', while also feeling a little wary of Leonard Mitchell.

Phew. Let's hope it will be finished successfully. I wonder how useful Seerku's abilities are.