And I also paid extra merits for the recipe of the "Clown"... This is all because I wanted to claim the rewards in two installments... Forget it, I haven't found an opportunity lately to say that I actually have the recipe for the "Clown" potion... Klein took a breath and forced a smile as he said:
"I hope the assessment goes smoothly."
He wholeheartedly supported Dunn's decision to send him back to guard
In shooting, he was decent compared to ordinary police, but every team member was a Beyonder with enhanced physical abilities, and even if they weren't sharpshooters, they weren't far off.
As for close combat, Klein was only at a beginner level.
Simply put, even with the Sleep Charm,
"When I advance to Sequence 8 and become a 'Clown' skilled in technical fighting and possibly mastering a few spells, I'll be able to complete ordinary mystical tasks on my own... Hmm, if I can also successfully steal the power of the sealed artifact '3-0782' and create a 'Sunfire Charm,' that would be even more perfect, making it possible to defeat the strong with the weak..." Klein thought with anticipation as he slowly walked back to the Blackthorn Security Company.
Until the next morning, when he finished his shift and left Chanis Gate, the Nighthawks team's surveillance of
When he got home, Klein quietly finished breakfast, lay down in the bedroom, and slept straight until twelve noon.
He woke naturally, washed up briefly, and followed the aroma of food down to the first floor.
"Melissa is preparing lunch?" Klein asked Benson, who was reading a newspaper in the living room.
Benson lowered the newspaper and said, "Yes, she has a guest today. I told her to chat with the guest and I would prepare lunch, but she didn't trust my cooking skills and dragged the guest into the kitchen. That's very impolite."
Benson, you noticed so quickly that Melissa is dissatisfied with your cooking... Klein suppressed a smile and walked toward the single sofa, casually asking, "Melissa's guest?"
"Yes, you should know her.
Not just at the birthday party... She actually came to visit... Klein's expression froze slightly, and he turned to glance at the kitchen door.
Just then, Melissa came out carrying a plate, followed by Elizabeth who was also wearing an apron.
"Klein, you're awake? I was just about to call you." Melissa said happily as she placed the plate with a meaty aroma on the dining table. "This is Elizabeth, you know her."
"Hello, Klein." Elizabeth, with her cute chubby cheeks, greeted him with a bright smile.
Klein responded politely and gently.
After they exchanged greetings, Melissa blinked and said very seriously, "Elizabeth will come with us to the '
"Actually, we've already drafted the requirements for hiring a maid. Listen and see if there's anything to add."
Melissa wiped her hands on her apron, took a piece of paper from the pocket of her house clothes, unfolded it, and read aloud:
"1. Good health." "2. Hardworking and responsible." "3. Good at cooking." "4. Quiet, not noisy." "5. Simple family background." "6. Plain appearance."
...
One requirement after another was read out. Klein and Benson listened with their mouths half-open and expressions blank, never expecting that hiring a simple maid would be so troublesome.
"Melissa, weren't you against hiring a maid before?" Klein asked subconsciously when his sister stopped.
Melissa pursed her lips and nodded solemnly, "Yes, I was against it, but since my opposition is ineffective, I think we must do this well. And to do something well, we must be fully prepared beforehand. Well, is there anything you want to add?"
"No!" Klein and Benson shook their heads simultaneously, causing Elizabeth to cover her mouth and giggle.
After lunch, the four of them took a horse-drawn tram to the "Tingen City Helping Family Servants Association" on Champagne Street.
It was very similar to the "housekeeping agency" that Klein knew from his previous life, but had a semi-charitable nature. On one hand, they registered personal information and job requirements for various servants, making it easier for employers to choose while increasing the employment opportunities for the assisted. On the other hand, they organized basic training to improve the work abilities of the assisted.
Part of their maintenance funds came from charitable organizations, and part came from additional payments by employers. By virtue of aggregation, comprehensiveness, convenience, and organization, they quickly forced individual agents to either join or change careers.
When they entered the association, Klein and the others were immediately warmly received. A young woman in a light yellow dress with ruffles led them to the sofa area and asked with a smile, "May I help you with something?"