The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 156's

And I paid double for the Clown formula .. And all this because I originally wanted to be rewarded double for the same work I did. Forget it, I didn't have the chance to mention that I already have the formula for the Clown potion. Klein took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "Hopefully I can pass the exam smoothly."

He was more than happy with Dunn's decision for him to continue guarding the Chanis Gate. Not only did he lack the professional ability to monitor and investigate, but his bare-handed combat was far from satisfying.

In terms of shooting, he was considered worthy compared to the ordinary police. However, his team-mates are Beyonders whose physical attributes are enhanced. Even if they were not all level snipers, they were very close.

As for the empty-handed fight, Klein was just a beginner.

Even with the Sleeping Spell, Rest Spell, and Dream Spell, she was still considered a supporting class Beyonder. It would be easy for him to deal with ordinary people, but he would be in danger if he found Beyonders who were proficient in combat.

Until I advanced to Sequence 8, became an expert in technique-based combat, and mastered a few spells, I could only complete normal supernatural missions myself. Hmm, if I manage to steal the power of Sealed Artifact 3-0782 and make Flaring Sun Charms, it will be even better. It was not impossible for me to win from the underdog position. Klein thought expectantly as he slowly walked back to the Blackthorn Security Company.

The next morning when he ended his shift and left Chanis Gate, the Nighthawks still had not obtained any useful information from monitoring Hood Eugen. For now, they should put their hopes in the internal investigation of their informant.

When she returned home, Klein had breakfast quietly and lay in his room to sleep until noon.

He got up naturally, took a bath, and walked to the first floor, following the smell of cooking.

"Melissa is preparing lunch?" Klein looked at Benson who was reading the newspaper in the living room.

Benson dropped off the newspaper and said, "Yes, he has a guest today.I want him to chat with his guest while I prepare lunch. But he didn't trust my cooking and took the guest to the kitchen. It's not polite."

Benson, you actually managed to quickly realize that Melissa hates your culinary skills .. Klein suppressed his urge to laugh and walked towards the single-seat sofa when he asked, "guest Melissa?"

"Yes, you should know him. Elizabeth, we met her at Selena's dinner." Benson leaned back and continued to read his newspaper comfortably.

Not just at the dinner.He actually came to visit. Klein turned to the kitchen with a surprised expression.

Just then, Melissa walked out carrying some dishes and Elizabeth followed behind, also wearing an apron.

"Klein, are you awake? I was just planning on waking you up." Melissa put the dishes on the dining table happily while saying, "This is Elizabeth. You know her."

"Hello, Klein." Elizabeth's adorable face exuded a beautiful smile as she greeted him.

Klein replied gently and politely.

After they greeted, Melissa blinked and spoke seriously, "Elizabeth will follow us to the Family Servant Assistance Association later. They hired a few maids at home, so he had experience in that. His opinion might help.

"Actually, we've already compiled the requirements for choosing a maid. Listen to this and see if there's anything to add."

Melissa wiped her hand on her apron and took out a piece of paper from her home clothes pocket. He opened it and read it aloud.

"1. Healthful.

Hardworking and responsible.

"3. Good at cooking.

Calm down, not rowdy.

Simple family background.

"6. It looks ordinary."

…

He read the requirements one by one while Klein and Benson gawked blankly; they never expected that hiring a female servant would be so troublesome.

"Melissa, aren't you against the idea of hiring a female servant?" Klein subconsciously asked as his sister stopped.

Melissa pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, I'm against it. But since my resistance was in vain, I think we should settle this matter properly. To finish well, we have to prepare well. Hmm, do you have something you have? wanna add?"

After lunch, the four of them boarded a public train to the Tingen Family Servant Assistance Association on Champagne Street.

It was similar to the maid company Klein knew from his previous life, but it was also a bit like charity. They record the personal information and job requirements of different female maids so that clients can make their choices more easily, while maximizing the job opportunities of the maids.

Some of the organization's funding comes from charitable organizations, and some comes from the percentage of payments given by the employer.

Upon entering the association, Klein and his companions were greeted warmly. A young woman in a pale yellow dress led them to several sofas. He smiled and asked, "Can I help you?"

Benson, who was pushed forward by his brother and sister, said, "We need to hire a maid."

"Do you have any requirements?" the young lady asked like clockwork.

Benson recalled his brothers' lack of confidence in his culinary skills as he said sincerely, "Savvy of cooking."

"Smart at cooking?" The young lady furrowed her brows and said, "To be honest, there are no great cooks among the servants. Why not hire a chef? If you need a female chef, we have quite a number of them in the association."

"No one cooks well among the servants?" Melissa couldn't help but cut back because her original plan was to retreat.

The young lady nodded and replied firmly, "The servant is the daughter of a lower-class worker or girl from the village. They have little chance to learn culinary skills. Even after the simple training provided by the association, the most we can guarantee is that their food will not make people sick."

Melissa fell silent, finally realizing what it meant to have a situation that exceeded her plan.

"That's a pity." Benson thought, rearranging her words, she said, "Maybe we can change our requirements into a maidservant who is willing and able to learn to cook."

Not bad. Benson's smart. There's no need for me to interrupt. Klein sat to the side, holding his cane and hat comfortably.

"No problem. During the cooking training, we noticed the girls who had outstanding looks," the young lady replied with a professional smile. "There's another requirement?"

"Yes." Yeah." Benson felt the heat of Melissa's gaze. He swallowed his saliva and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. He then read the items one by one.

The young lady listened quietly and only responded after a while.

"A-I'll check the records first and recommend some waiters that fit the criteria. You don't have to decide right away. You can choose between two and four of them. Then, I will bring each of them to cook for you. Once you can decide who to hire. Of course, you have to pay the association some extra fees, and you also have to prepare your own materials."

"Good." Benson folded the paper and nodded politely.

The young lady stood up and walked towards the office, but she turned around after taking two steps. He smiled and said, "Can you give me that paper? I'm afraid I'll forget some of your requirements …"

"No problem." Benson endured his urge to laugh as he replied.

After a while, the young lady in a pale yellow dress came out with a stack of documents and handed them to Benson.

The information has the maid's real name, date of birth, family situation, face description, health status, past experience, related traits, expected salary, and other information.

Taking the opportunity as Benson and Melissa read the information, Elizabeth approached Klein and asked gently, "Do you not have any requirements?"

"Yes, but this information is not specific enough," Klein replied indifferently.

Elizabeth is interested.

"How will you choose?"

Klein smiled and pointed at the hidden pendulum on his left arm, "I will predict the best people to be our servants by writing down the appropriate statements about each candidate and eliminating them one after another."

"…" Elizabeth was stunned, nodding blankly after nearly twenty seconds. "The simplest and most effective way.I completely forgot that you…"

She did not finish her sentence because Melissa, who had sharp senses, realized that they were whispering and had turned her head.

He looked at his best friend and brother, then he showed an expression of deep thought.

Hey, brother, don't get me wrong! We were just talking normally .. Klein coughed and picked up some information and casually read it.

Soon, they selected three candidates. They asked for four soli eight pence to five soli two pence per week.

Benson did not bid for the waiter's salary but instead discussed the percentage he had to pay to the association.

After some friendly bargaining, he managed to negotiate the price from a waiter's two-week salary into a one-week salary instead. However, he had to pay the transportation fee of one soli so that they could bring the waiter to try cooking.

Afterwards, Elizabeth said goodbye to the three and left while her siblings boarded a public train back to Daffodil Road.

On the way back, Klein became uncomfortable under Melissa's meticulous gaze. Arriving at home, he headed straight to the second floor.

"Klein," Melissa called him in a serious tone after careful consideration. She said, "If you want to get engaged to Elizabeth, you have to work harder. His father was an import merchant, and his mother was the daughter of a baron …"

Wait, engaged? When did this happen? Klein looked at his sister in confusion.

How far away is his attention?