The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 231's

Klein met Jurgen Cooper at an office at Rice Police Station. This young senior lawyer was still dressed formally as if he was always ready to go to a sumptuous dinner party.

He wore black double-breasted clothes, a white shirt with a stiff collar, a large bow tie, and bright leather boots, which made the police act very courteously to him.

Jurgen held onto half his hat and looked at Klein with his blue eyes while saying, "The formality is done. You can leave if you pay the guarantee of ten pounds."

"Thank you." Klein says nothing more, but follows the handsome but seemingly old-fashioned Jurgen to the financial affairs office of a nearby police station, where he took out his wallet and took out two five-pound notes.

He is grateful that he has all his money—95 pounds—anya, or he may have to borrow it from his good neighbor, Jurgen.

Of course, the worst case scenario would be if he left his money at home. Klein was not sure how many were left after police searched the scene. However, he could not place her in the world above the gray fog, as it was possible that she would need to offer a bribe to free herself.

Today, many newspapers and magazines discredit the police as unsupervised, cruel, corrupt, extortion, and vile police. Klein did not dare to trust him completely, but he also did not dare to doubt him. After all, Meursault's money could have ended up in someone's pocket at the police station.

After paying bail, Klein followed Jurgen out of the police station and shivered as he was buffeted by the humid cold wind.

"After the case is closed, your bail will be returned to you. Of course, you can't expect them to voluntarily tell you. Within a week, if no one tells you that your presence is needed back at the station, you can come here and have your guarantee returned. In theory, you can still get decent compensation, if any, from the other party's possessions." Jurgen walked to a train parked nearby.

The rain that fell all day finally stopped, but the red moon remained hidden by the dark clouds. The only light that can be seen on the street is from a gas lamp.

"Good." Klein almost believed that he had to part with ten pounds forever.

Inevitably he calculated how much it would cost him to take Ian's job. He had been paid five pounds, but much of the furniture and tea utensils were destroyed in his home. He also has to buy a new one or ask someone to fix it for him. With the materials used, the cost of the carriage, and the cost of repairing his clothes, the math seemed to imply that he would lose money …

If I don't manage to get back the ten pound bail, this will be a huge loss! Well. the characteristics of the Beyonder left behind by Meursault are actually worth quite a lot. Klein got on the train and frowned slightly.

He always thought that private detectives who used their own residence as an office, at most, would not be entrusted with anything and would not suffer any losses, but in the end …

Klein turned to look at Jurgen, who was sitting upright, and he said sincerely, "Thank you. Thank you for coming to save me. How much do I have to pay you?"

Jurgen nodded very formally and said, "This is pro bono.

"i heard from Sergeant Faxine that you were involved in an incident. I'm sure we will have many opportunities to cooperate in the future."

There would be plenty of opportunities to cooperate in the future .. Klein could not help but laugh as he said, "Lawyer Jurgen, do you curse me?"

Jurgen shook his head solemnly and said, "No, this is not what you think it is. It is very common for a private detective to have a permanent lawyer working with him."

Sir, you really don't have a sense of humor .. Even though you look a bit young .. Klein scoffed before saying with a smile, "It just so happens that I need a lawyer to help me draft an investment contract."

"Investment contracts?" Jurgen asked in a slightly surprised tone.

"i know that this is not part of the work of a private detective, but I happen to get a good investment opportunity" Klein explained simply. "Lawyer Jurgen, how much does the contract cost according to your usual fees?"

"The numbers are based on the number of contracts and the level of ease" Jurgen replied seriously.

"A total of a hundred pounds, the conditions required are.." Klein explained his needs in detail, including the right to order securities first, the right to veto, and so on.

Jurgen thought hard for a few minutes before saying, "Two pounds. I'll give it to you Monday morning."

"Alright," Klein said no longer about the matter. Instead, he began to ask Jurgen for information about the case that night.

On the way back to Minsk Street, Klein took the initiative to pay the 3-soli train fare. After saying goodbye to the young but serious lawyer, he walked back to his house.

He opened the door and when he saw the messy scene, his heart grimaced.

He never expected that he would start his detective business at a loss.

Just as Klein took off his coat and started cleaning up the mess, the doorbell rang.

She opened the door in a daze and saw Julianne, the maid from the next house in a black-and-white skirt.

"Good night, Mr. Moriarty. Mr and Mrs Sammer would like to invite you to discuss something" Julianne said in a tone that had a trace of fear.

Here it is. the matter regarding compensation. Klein showed a smile and said, "Alright."

He changed into a clean coat and followed the waiter next door. Luke Sammer and his wife, Stelyn Sammer, were sitting on the couch in the living room.

The dashing Luke, with a whisker as thin as a pencil, stood up and stretched out his hand while chuckling, "Good night, Mr. Moriarty, I just found out that you're a private detective. It is not appropriate as a neighbor. "

"No, it's my fault. I don't know if I'm suitable for this career and might find another job at any time" Klein said as he shook the male master's hand. "I'm so sorry for what happened tonight. I'll compensate you."

"It was just an accident" Luke said convincingly.

Klein nodded.

"Maybe he's just a thief."

He did not mention that the problem came from one of his jobs, to prevent the Sammer couple from having unpleasant feelings.

Since the police didn't tell them, I didn't need to do anything unnecessary.

Luke Sammer laughed and said, "You must have incredible fighting skills. As a neighbor, I feel very safe. Maybe we'll entrust things to you in the future."

Klein seemed to give a self-deprecating laugh.

"Actually, I almost got killed."

"After all, you are the ultimate winner" Luke said.

After chatting about this topic for a while, Stelyn picked up a porcelain tea cup and took a sip.

"i'm very curious about how much commission a private detective receives in a week, and how much can they earn?"

Klein did not try to hide anything as he laughed.

"Depends on the situation. Just like when the harvest is good and bad on the farm. Last week I got five pounds and five soli. But after last night, I might lose."

As if he had not heard the last part of his words, he continued, "If you can maintain this income, you will earn a pretty good living in the Cherwood Backlund district with 5 pounds a week. There is no need to rent another room, and you can hire a maid to do side chores, listen to a symphony every week, or go to a theater opera once a week, you can play tennis or squash, join a reading salon, and go to a good restaurant . Of course, if you are already preparing for a wedding, you need to save a little money. A weekly salary of five pounds is still a little less to be truly worth."

"Then, how much of a weekly salary does it take to really be worth it?" Klein asked.

"At least seven pounds." Stelyn raised her chin slightly.

Klein turned to Luke and said casually, "i heard from your wife that you work at Coim, but I'm not sure what the main business is."

"Antracite and charcoal," Luke replied with a smile.

No wonder you became a member of the Soot Reduction Association. Klein pondered for a moment and said, "In Backlund, how much salary does a manager receive? Rarely mentioned in newspapers and magazines."

"Haha, it depends on the industry, also the scope of the actual position work. The best manager of Backlund Bank earns 5,000 pounds a year, but for me, it's about 430 to 440 pounds including bonuses," Luke said casually.

It was about eight pounds a week.No wonder. Before Klein could open his mouth, Stelyn Samuel grumbled, "Actually, we could live in the suburbs, and I would have a garden and a lawn. Luke would then be able to own the stables and buy a new carriage and the two foals he had been chasing all along, but he would waste too much time on his way to work. It'll be worth more."

A new carriage included a horse worth about a hundred pounds. Eight pounds a week is indeed impressive; unfortunately, it has not been long since I got a raise when.

After exchanging more pleasantries, he said goodbye and left, sighing in his heart.

Mr and Mrs Sammer are still considered good. If I had a ruthless landlord, I would have my deposit cut and returned and be asked to get lost after what happened tonight…

After returning home, Klein started working. He was in no hurry to go above the gray fog to check for the warm currents on the back of his hand, nor was he in a hurry to make a prophecy because he was afraid that the special military department was still watching him.

He decides to go to the bar Ian describes tomorrow night to buy weapons to deal with people who might attack him recklessly in desperation.

Klein even planned to find a way to hire bodyguards, the powerful Beyonder bodyguards. This is so that first, he can seize the opportunity to contact the Beyonder circle without exposing himself, and secondly, he can seize the opportunity to contact the Beyonder circle without exposing himself, it was because he was also afraid that the next ambassador's attacker would have the ability to hide from the military's special department.

Although it was a slightly funny thing for Sequence 8 Beyonder — vengeful evil spirits that hide — need bodyguards, because safety is very important for Klein.

If the price is too high, I will blow a copper whistle for Mr. Azik, which, of course, may be more dangerous .. I don't know much about Closed Artifacts 0-08, Klein silently muttered.

…

After the purgatory ceremony ended, the white masked man said to Xio and Fors, "No matter what kind of evil spirit it is, it's already been expelled by me. Heh, if it has already reached the level of an evil spirit that I cannot repel, it should give a response. However, there is no. "

As he spoke, he poured the water that had condensed on the emblem of the Sun into a small metal bottle and handed it to Xio.

"Splash it in your room to expel the remains."

"Thank you." Xio paid him while feeling the pinch, but he felt much more relaxed.

Moments after he returned to the living room with Fors, the attendant sent a note to them.

"Miss Arbitrator, who just bought Sheriff's formula, will you have a chat in the study? Maybe I have what you need."