The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 50: Old Neil's Repayment Method

At half-time seven in the evening, around the Moretti family dining table.

"Klein, why do you have to work so early as a consultant? Are emergency issues at security companies more dangerous?" Benson cut potatoes from a plate of potato-boiled beef as he raised the matter with concern.

Klein carefully spat out the bones from the fried plate and gave the prepared answer.

"A group of historical documents requires immediate delivery to Backlund. I must be present to handle the handover and make sure nothing is lost. As you can guess, a bunch of assholes who don't know anything about Feysac."

Upon hearing his reply, Benson, who had finished chewing his food, could only sigh.

"Knowledge really matters."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Klein took out the remaining five-pound note and handed it to Benson.

"This is the extra payment I received today. It's time you got some decent clothes too."

"Five pounds?" Benson and Melissa said in unison.

Benson took the note and looked at it repeatedly. He said in shock and doubt, "This security company is really generous …"

His weekly salary is one pound of ten soli, which means six pounds every four weeks. He only earned one extra pound from this extra payment!

And with that salary, he managed to support his brothers, give them a proper place to live and allow them to eat meat two to three times a week. Every year, they can get some new clothes!

"Do you doubt me?" Klein purposely returned with a question.

Benson laughed. "i doubt you have the ability or guts to rob a bank."

"You're not the one who can lie," Melissa replied seriously after lowering her fork and knife.

I-I was now used to lying. Klein immediately felt a little embarrassed.

Although it was the result of his state of reality, his sister's trust in him made him melancholy.

"It was relatively urgent and important today.I also played an important role .. which is the reason for the five pounds," Klein explained.

On the one hand, what he said was the truth.

As for the five pounds he will replace — which he will use to join the — Divination Club he plans to hide it. First, if he took home another five pounds, he would really scare his brothers, making them suspect he was doing something illegal. Second, he had to save up to buy additional materials to practice becoming an Astrologer and to understand more knowledge of mysticism.

Benson bit off a mouthful of wheat bread in satisfaction and thought for over ten seconds.

"My job doesn't need decent clothes. Well, to be exact, the clothes in the house are enough."

Without waiting for Klein to persuade her, she suggested, "With this extra income, we will actually have savings. I plan on buying some books on accounting and studying. Klein, Melissa, I don't want my weekly salary to stay under two. pounds in five years. Heh, as you know, my bosses and managers have crazy brains. Their mouths stink when they open them."

"Good idea," Klein agreed. He also took the opportunity to direct the conversation. "Why don't you read some grammar books in my room? To be truly dignified and get paid well, that's something rather critical."

Perhaps, in the future, a civil service examination will appear in the Loen Kingdom. Preparing ahead of time will give him an advantage …

Benson's eyes sparkled when he heard that.

"I forgot about that. Here, let's toast to a wonderful future."

He doesn't drink rye beer. Instead, he poured clear oyster soup into three cups and clinked his cup with his brothers.

After drinking the clear sauce, he looked at his sister who was wrestling with the fried fish. She chuckled and said, "Other than from Benson's books, I think Melissa needs a new shirt too."

Melissa looked up and shook her head nonstop.

"No, I think it's the best …"

"To keep it." Klein finished the sentence for her.

"Yes." Yeah." Melissa nodded in agreement.

"In fact, if you're not looking for the best fabrics and the latest designs, it won't be too expensive. We can save the remaining money" Klein said with an attitude that did not allow for dissent.

Benson added, "Melissa, are you planning on wearing an old dress again to Selena's sixteenth birthday party?"

Selena Wood is Melissa's classmate and best friend. He comes from a pretty good family background. Her older brother was a practicing lawyer and her father was a senior employee of the Tingen branch at Backlund Bank.

However, the so-called bash is simply a dinner invitation to friends where they chat and play cards.

"Good." Melissa lowered her head and muttered an answer. Then, he ruthlessly cut off a piece of boiled beef.

After a short silence, he suddenly recalled something and suddenly looked up.

"Mrs. Shaud from the house next door told his servant to send a calling card. He wants to make an official visit on Sunday, four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. He wants to get to know his new neighbor."

"Mrs Shaud?" Klein looked at his brothers, confused.

Benson tapped the side of the table with his finger and seemed to think.

"Mrs. Shaud from 4 Daffodil Street? I've met her husband before. He's a senior lawyer."

"Senior lawyer, maybe he knows Selena's sister" Melissa said with a hint of excitement.

We were at 2 Daffodil Street. Klein slightly nodded.

With that said, he suddenly recalled the neighbors from his previous life when he was young, as well as the neighbors in the apartment from Iron Cross Street. He was amused as he sighed lightly.

"To make an official visit. Shouldn't neighbors get to know each other through natural interactions?"

"Haha, Klein, it's because you're unconscious. You've read a lot of newspapers recently, but you haven't talked about magazines aimed at families and middle-aged women. They put families with an annual income of one hundred to one thousand pounds as the middle class. They promoted it as the framework of the whole kingdom and praised how the middle class lacked the arrogance of the nobility and the rich, nor were they as rough as the low-income class."

Benson lightly and happily explained, "These magazines provide many of the simple ceremonies that the nobles practice in their interactions. Thus, it became a target of the middle class. Thus, this results in the distinction between familiar calls, semi-formal calls, and official calls."

As he spoke, he shook his head and laughed.

"Usually, masters, mistresses, and women who see themselves in this class will be very particular about the details. They will visit their neighbors and friends from two to six in the afternoon. This is known as the morning call 1 ."

"Morning call?" Klein and Melissa asked in surprise.

Why is a visit from two to six in the afternoon a morning call?

Benson put down his fork and knife, raised his hand, and smiled.

"i don't know why either. All I did was read a magazine that my female colleagues brought me. Yeah, maybe because they're wearing morning dresses to call…"

A morning dress is a form of formal dress worn at Mass or meetings. Later, it was considered a formal dress for the day, in contrast to the formal attire for evening events.

"alright. Remember to buy a good coffee powder and tea leaves in the afternoon. Buy lemon egg muffins and tarts from Mrs. Smyrin. We must not treat our neighbors badly." Klein chuckled as he dipped the rest of his bread in meat sauce, took some potatoes and put them in his mouth.

…

The next morning was Sunday morning.

Klein spent the last mouthful of inferior tea, put down the newspaper, and put on his halved hat. Taking his silver-encrusted black cane, he walked out the door and took a public train to Zouteland Street.

He greeted Rozanne who was planning to sleep in the dugout after completing her nightly tasks. After that, he went all the way to the basement.

After turning the corner, he meets Nighthawk member Sleepless Royale Reideen.

She looked like a cold woman. His eyebrows were long and slender, sitting on top of large eyes. His hair was as smooth as silk.

"Good morning, Mrs Reideen," Klein said with a smile.

Royale used her deep blue eyes to glance at him and nodded in return.

The two quickly passed each other when Royale stopped and said with trained eyes forward, "Ritual magic is a very dangerous thing."

Ah. Klein was surprised. By the time he turned around, all he saw was him going back.

"Thank you." He frowned and shouted at Royale Reideen's back.

After picking up the left band, he quickly meets Old Neil inside the armory, as well as Bredt who shouldn't be there.

"Let's go to my place. I have received the appropriate materials. Bredt has agreed to keep the armory for me" Old Neil said with a chuckle.

Klein was immediately surprised.

"We're not doing it here?"

Old Neil held the silver chest and pouted.

"There's no room here to practice ritual magic."

Klein did not ask any further. He followed Old Neil to the streets and took a public train to the outskirts of North Borough.

Old Neil's place is a bungalow. The garden in front of him was filled with roses, gold mint leaves, and other "materials.

When he came in, there was a carpeted porch. There are two high-backed chairs and umbrella racks.

Through the foyer is a spacious living room. The walls are plastered with light-colored wallpaper. The floor is dark brown. In the center of the room was a small carpet with floral prints and placed on it a heavy round table.

Around the table are comfortable long benches, single chairs, and a piano.

"My dead wife loves music." Old Neil pointed to the piano and said in passing, "Sofa and the coffee table are in the bedroom.Let's do ritual magic in the living room."

"Alright," Klein replied carefully.

After Old Neil put down the silver casket, he laughed and said, "Let me show you ritualistic magic. Be sure to observe and remember the ritual."

As he spoke, he took out a fake goat skin parchment from his chest. It was custom-made and had a strange image drawn with black ink that emitted a calm fragrance.

Klein continued watching and eventually discovered that Old Neil seemed, most likely, to be drawing an IOU!

When Old Neil filled in the corresponding column with the corresponding "30" number and the corresponding "£" symbol, Klein inevitably asked confusedly and confusedly, "Mr Neil, what kind of ritual magic are you doing?"

Old Neil coughed and replied very seriously, "I will use magic to pay off the thirty pound debt today."

Can you do it? Klein's eyes widened as his mouth gaped.

Call card descriptions and morning calls are facts about socializing in the Victorian era.