blogombal Chapter 93 The £5 Commission
Chapter 93 The £5 Commission
Gift vouchers.
He exchanged tens of pounds for this... Klein stared blankly at the two exchange vouchers in his hand.
This feels like something out of a time-traveling story where the boss used shopping cards to offset bonuses.
"Ugh, why did I come up with such a lame excuse?" He rubbed his temples in frustration.
"Thinking back on that scene now, it was really embarrassing. If it weren't for my 'Joker' abilities, I probably would have been exposed on the spot."
Klein sighed softly.
Since Charles asked him that question, he must know that the rumor originated from him.
If he had simply shaken his head and said he didn't know anything, it probably would have only made the other person feel disgusted.
Helpless, Klein could only nod and admit that he had said the wrong thing that day. His stomach problems were caused by his own irregular eating habits and had nothing to do with the guild cafeteria.
Because of this, the original reward of several tens of pounds turned into two gift vouchers.
"Rumors are spreading faster in the guild than I expected!"
"It seems the rumors about my stomach being weak are about to be true..."
Klein sighed.
"Well, it's better than nothing," he sighed again, putting the voucher into his pocket. He planned to visit the gift shop when he had some free time.
With a heavy heart, Klein walked toward his rented apartment at 15 Minsk Street. Before he even got close, he saw a figure lingering at his door.
Someone's looking for me? He's been handling work in the guild these past few days, and he never expected someone to come to his house looking for him.
Klein looked ahead and saw that the visitor was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, wearing an old coat that was out of place for his age and a bowler hat.
"Here to make a request?" Klein muttered to himself, then stepped forward and smiled, "Excuse me, are you here to see me?"
"Well……"
Ian, with his bright red eyes, was startled. He hurriedly turned around and looked at Klein, who was walking towards him.
He composed himself, and asked hesitantly, "Are you Sherlock Moriarty?"
……
"Please have a seat." Klein led the other person back to his rented room.
The boy named Ian then told him what had happened; he had come to find Klein because he saw Klein type "GG" when he first arrived in Backlund.
He hoped that Klein could help him find out the whereabouts of his former employer, Mr. Zeryl Victor Lee.
The detective appears to have encountered an extraordinary event. Someone has impersonated him and appeared in public on multiple occasions. Moreover, the imposter is highly skilled, even fooling many seasoned detectives.
Therefore, Ian needs the help of a capable but unknown detective.
"Why don't you post a request in the guild?" Klein asked thoughtfully, stroking his chin.
Guild… Ian was momentarily stunned upon hearing the word “guild,” and after a moment, his lips moved:
"There are too many people and too many eyes in the guild, it would be too conspicuous to make a request there. I need the help of a detective who doesn't know Mr. Xavier before..."
After hesitating for a few seconds, he continued, "Most importantly, Detective Xavier doesn't like the Truth Guild either."
He said that the guild has taken away a lot of private detectives' commissions, and most importantly, they are trying to monopolize the detective industry.
"Is it possible that I'm also a member of the guild...?" Klein thought to himself.
Since I just moved here not long ago, does that mean I'm not a member of the guild?
However, it seems that not everyone likes guilds... Klein sighed after hearing the other person's words, but did not say anything more.
It's normal for everyone to have their own thoughts when it comes to their livelihood; Klein understands the feelings of those detectives who don't want to join the guild.
However, since Ian has made this request, it means that he will not be able to discuss this matter with the detectives in the guild during the investigation.
This could only be a clandestine private commission belonging to him.
"I understand your request, but you should be well aware that this matter could be very dangerous."
"So..." Klein stared into Ian's eyes, "what kind of reward can you offer?"
Ian glanced almost imperceptibly at the pocket of his large, old coat, considered for a moment, and said, "I have two options. One is to give you a sufficient reward right away, a reward that will absolutely satisfy you. But afterwards, regardless of the difficulty of the mission, it will be the same amount, unless you suffer a very serious injury."
Klein nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.
"The second option is for me to pay £5 upfront, and then add more fees depending on the difficulty of the task once you complete the assignment. However, this can easily lead to disputes, even if there is a contract."
Five pounds, that's not a small amount, Klein pondered the feasibility of this mission.
The guild nominally prohibits its members from accepting commissions privately.
But that's only in name. After all, the relationship between the guild and its members isn't simply one of employment. Unless it's a very high-value commission, the guild usually won't interfere.
Five pounds shouldn't be considered a high-value commission... Klein recalled the relevant clauses in the guild handbook.
Thinking of the two gift vouchers in his pocket, he suddenly felt a surge of resentment.
These days, who doesn't take on some side jobs?
After making up his mind, Klein looked at Ian:
"Okay, I'll accept this commission."
……
Bayam.
"Is his leg alright?" Lorne asked, pointing to the wounds on Danitz's body.
"Don't worry, the bug has been removed." Roy King put down the tweezers and gave a gentle smile.
"Are you alright?" Lorne asked Daniz with concern.
"Ah...uh..."
Danitz lay listlessly on the operating table, seemingly suffering from severe psychological trauma.
He bent his injured arm and used his hand to cover his buttocks tightly, looking utterly hopeless.
"Hey! Hey!" Lorne tried to wake the other person up.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Lorne called out, Danitz remained as still as a dead fish.
Looks like we need a little excitement.
Seeing that Danitz did not react, Lorne could only try to encourage him in his own way.
He approached Danitz's head, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "You don't want anyone else to know what happened today, do you...?"
"I'll eat this secret for the rest of my life."
"you!"
"ah……!"
Danitz's pupils suddenly contracted, and then, unable to catch his breath, he completely fainted.
Seeing Roy King turn his gaze towards him, Lorne explained somewhat awkwardly:
"Uh, I think I made things worse, but I really didn't mean to."
……
Because he needed to escort Danitz, Lorne declined Roykin's offer to take him as a disciple.
Roy King wasn't angry; he simply said that, considering their connection, he hoped Lorne would come to see him again before leaving the sea. Lorne had no reason to refuse this request.
After leaving Roy King, Lorne and Danitz found themselves in an awkward atmosphere once again.
The rift between the two, which had previously dissipated, has re-emerged.
"Um, could we discuss this? You don't have to go to the Golden Dream. I'll figure out how to get back the things I promised you..." Danitz looked at Lorne and forced an awkward smile.
"Cough cough."
"Don't you think you're saying this a little too late?" Lorne gave the other person a speechless look.
"To help you, I even turned down an invitation from a friendly high-sequence extraordinary."
"Isn't it a little too late for you to push me away now?" Lorne's expression was unfriendly, clearly displeased with Danitz's treacherous behavior. He didn't give the other a chance to continue speaking.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, before I left, I asked that gentleman if anything happened to me and I didn't hear from him for a long time, he wouldn't mind sharing what I saw and heard today with the whole of Bayam."
"You, you, you," Danitz stammered, pointing at Lorne. "You're so evil."
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, barely mustering his courage. "Anyway, no one else can know what happened these past two days. If 'Iron Skin,' 'Water Bucket,' and 'Flower Bowtie' find out, I'll... I'll..."
"So what if you do that!" Lorne took a step forward. Danitz was injured, but Lorne wasn't afraid of him.
"I...I..." Danitz shrank back.
"Anyway, the captain can't find out about this..."
"Otherwise I...I..."
Captain, Captain, he keeps talking about that captain... Lorne was a little confused by Danitz's behavior.
Does the "Iceberg General" really have that much charm?