The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 47: Shortage of Old Neil's Money

Old Neil rubbed his temple and said, "i'm sure we have an overview of why the three of you committed mass suicide. The notebook is now in the hands of Ray Bieber. Furthermore, the problem was already revealed. Regardless of whether you live or die, it will hardly affect your later development. I think — I believe that the existence of stealth or mysterious forces that cause all this will not give you special attention. It's like how you won't notice ants on the ground. Heh heh, as long as you don't try to make him remember you.

"And our arrest warrant for Ray Bieber will soon reach the Secret Order. They would also be able to guess that it was related to the Antigonus family notebook. Trust me, for a secret organization that has been around for over a thousand years. Therefore, their focus will be shifted to the whereabouts of Ray Bieber, in an attempt to find the notebook in front of us. They will not, nor may they interfere, stalk, or deal with you.

"Son, congratulations on stepping out of the shadows of the past. Next will be a new journey filled with sunshine."

Klein nodded when he heard that as he said happily and relieved, "i hope so."

After moving here, he was shrouded in uncertainty. Now, it feels like it has finally disappeared …

However, Klein still felt uncertain as the notebook seemed to be tied to him in a certain way. It got to the point he hit the rest of the clues by chance from the normal mission of rescuing hostages.

He was afraid that there would come a day when a deliveryman sent him a parcel, only to realize that it was the Antigonus family notebook after opening it!

Let's hope everything will go as Old Neil described it. He prayed in his heart.

When Old Neil heard his reply, he immediately scoffed.

"It seems that you are not a devout Goddess. At this time, shouldn't you draw a red moon sign on your chest and say—may the Goddess bless us?"

"Mr Neil, you don't look like that either. A true devotee will not say 'the next one will be a new journey filled with sunshine.'" After studying mysticism under Old Neil, Klein had established a good friendship with him, so he did not stand at the ceremony to reply to sarcastic comments.

The two locked eyes and laughed with a good relationship. At the same time, they patted their chests four times.

"Praise Miss!"

At that moment, they heard the sound of a machine grinding as the main door of the Blackthorn Security Company opened.

The graceful Mistress Orianna with her fashionable curly hair stepped into the reception hall in a light green dress.

"Good morning, Mr. Neil. Good morning, Klein." He held a small leather bag as he greeted with a smile. "It's an amazing day today. Pretty good day."

"Good morning, Orianna. You are still as beautiful as ten years ago," Old Neil replied with a chuckle.

Orianna's eyes turned into slits as she turned her face.

"Sir Neil, the way you praise is still as annoying as it was ten years ago."

He said the words 'ten years.'

"Is that so?" Old Neil looked at Klein, puzzled. He put on a confused look.

Never mention anything that would remind women of their age. As a keyboard warrior who knows little about everything, Klein instantly understands what has made Mrs. Orianna's upset. He smiled lightly and said,

"Good morning, Miss Orianna. You're still beautiful as always."

"Thank you, our excellent graduate of Khoy University." Orianna smiled with a nod before saying, "The old servant has paid the mission commission. According to Captain's rules, half of it will be used as additional funds, while the other half will be split between you and Leonard. But since you are not a formal member, you can only take ten percent of half. Come later to sign it."

"How much did he pay?" Klein asked happily while also feeling the pinch.

"200 pounds. This is what he said back then— 'God, Dear Storm! I never imagined or believed that this was solved just like that! It's even harder than we dreamed! Why is your security company so unknown? It's an insult to the entire industry!'" Ms. Orianna imitated the old butler's southern accent.

Klein thought seriously for a few seconds before saying in a joking tone, "This is too unfair for the kidnappers."

The two Beyonders have solved the problem quickly using a method that can be described as easy and fun .. It's like an adult oppressing a few kids while in full combat attire …

"They're too fucking. They must have lost the protection of the gods" Orianna said with a soft laugh. "I told the butler that we were only lucky. One of our informants happened to see the kidnappers take the boy to a hideout. Therefore, do not expect too much from us. We're really just a very ordinary security company."

Usually speaking, the more you emphasize something that is ordinary, the more extraordinary it is. Klein sneered with a smile. He saw Mrs. Orianna walked through the partition and entered the accounting room.

Old Neil pursed his lips and said enviously, "You are truly a lucky child. You haven't been with us for long and you've found a 200-pound job."

"Is it so rare?" Klein asked in confusion.

Prior to this, he studied history or mysticism, or wandered aimlessly outside, hoping to find clues to his spiritual perception.

"According to Orianna's records, we may not find a single job for an entire week. And most jobs are worth less than twenty pounds." Old Neil rubbed the moon rock on his wrist and sighed.

After which, he looked at Klein with anticipation.

After hearing Old Neil's words, Klein suddenly felt a strange feeling appear within him. Therefore, he asked directly, "Sir Neil, you seem to be short of money. How much are you paying a week? If you're not comfortable telling me, just ignore my question."

Old Neil leaned against the sofa and chuckled.

"It's not something that needs to be hidden. I've been here for years. Right now, I'm going to get a salary from the Church and the police department every week; a total of twelve pounds."

"Weekly twelve pounds?" Klein exclaimed in shock.

A weekly salary of twelve pounds with fifty-two weeks a year, that means more than 600 pounds a year!

Back when she read the Tingen Morning Post and Honest Paper, they mentioned that famous lawyers only make 800 to 1000 pounds a year. They are the best lawyers!

As for Benson's trade company manager, they only earned six pounds a week. That's a pretty decent job.

"Yes, such a paycheck is actually quite generous, and we don't have to pay any taxes" Old Neil added with a smile.

Klein had heard from Benson that one had to pay type E taxes when their weekly salary exceeded one pound. In other words, government and corporate employees must pay 3% tax if they earn one to two pounds, 5% for two to five pounds, 10% for five to ten pounds, etc, and 15% for ten to twenty pounds, capping at 20% for those over twenty pounds.

In addition, he also read four other types of taxes in the newspaper. Type-A is related to land, housing, and other income from material goods. That includes property and rent. Type B is a tax paid by farmers. Type C is a tax on profits from bonds, funds, and equities. Type-D is commercial, financial, or professional income.

"That's something awesome." Klein echoed Old Neil.

"Namun—" Old Neil shook his head. "Such a salary is not enough for Beyonders like us who must often learn hidden mysteries, practice, and try rituals."

"Can't the material be obtained through an application?" klein asked confusedly.

Old Neil scoffed.

“There's limitation. Sometimes, we have to give a pretty legitimate reason. If you want to learn more and experiment in the field of mysticism, you can only spend your spare change to buy materials. It can be bought internally or in an underground market."

Klein gasped in shock as he immediately asked, "There are Beyonder ingredients sold in the underground market? I don't think the Church will allow their existence?"

He lacked the means to obtain the materials!

With him having a mysterious organization in its early stages, he wasn't always able to complete it through the Nighthawks, right?

"There's no way to control something like that. Yes, from the point of view of mysticism, all beings live by their spirits and they come from the same source. The materials we use are not limited to those extraordinary creatures. It also comes from ordinary animals, plants, and minerals. For example, poison hemlock, gold mint leaves, and night vanilla in a Seer potion bottle; it is an item that we often encounter in everyday life. They may not have outstanding characteristics, but they do have special characteristics. Through potions and mixing, they would obtain certain effects. Therefore, this is not a trade that the Church can prohibit, "Old Neil explained in detail.

Without waiting for Klein to say a word, he continued, "In addition, it's not just the core of an amazingly useful being. For example, Lavos Squid. Besides his blood, his eyeballs, skin, and tentacles were pretty good. "Unless the Church captures it entirely with her own power, to completely corner and control outflows would be a tremendous financial burden. The lower the level of outstanding materials, the more. They could only do their best to prevent it. More specialized materials flowed out."

Old Neil suddenly laughed. “There are other important reasons. Better to know the underground market than not to know it. With the premise that the secret organization has not been completely eliminated, this is a pretty good strategy. . Of course, with the existence of such a market, contraband goods will appear. As long as it's not something silly or too dangerous, we'll turn a blind eye to it. At most, we'll use it to enrich our safe."

"Is it because some large Churches put each other in place, so no one can take excessive action?" Klein guessed.

Old Neil admitted briefly but did not elaborate further.

"i'm a fortune teller. In the future, I definitely need to practice and will need more materials. Mr Neil, can you take me to the underground market to see it?" Klein asked for a legitimate reason.

Old Neil seemed to be placed in a difficult position.

"In fact, the people who are active in those places are mostly not Beyonders. Some of them may be nobles who like mysteries or rich people who have mysticism tendencies .. Uh, fine. I have thirty pounds to pay immediately. It won't be convenient for me to go there for now."

"Alright." Klein never expected the reason was because Old Neil owed money.

A moment later, he said thoughtfully, "Mister Neil, do you need me to lend you money? I just got a commission of ten pounds."

"Haha, no need. I'll be able to finish it." Old Neil patted the sofa and slowly stood up. “Huh, age is really an enemy that cannot be resisted by biological beings. I'm tired from last night's guard. Yeah, revise what I taught you in the morning. Read more documents. Tomorrow, I'll teach you the basics of ritualistic magic."

"Good." Klein got up and said goodbye to her by taking off his hat.

When Captain Dunn doesn't return during the day, Klein pretends that he's still looking for a notebook as he roams the streets again.

After gaining ten pounds, he no longer needed to wait for the next disbursement of funds. He could head straight to the Divination Club!

Spirit Cogitation and Vision sometimes produce murmurs and illusions. It made him excited to start 'acting.'