Old Neil rubbed his temples and said:
"We've roughly figured out why you committed suicide. That notebook has also fallen into Riel Bieber's hands, and the matter has been exposed. Whether you're alive or dead, it's difficult to affect subsequent developments. I think that the uncanny existence or mysterious force that caused all this won't pay special attention to you anymore, just like you wouldn't care about ants on the ground, heh, as long as you don't try to make 'Him' remember you."
"And our warrant for Riel Bieber will soon reach the Secret Organization. They should be able to guess that this is related to the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notebook. Trust me, these hidden organizations that have survived for thousands of years definitely have various sources of information. So their focus will shift to Riel Bieber's whereabouts, trying to find the notebook before us. They won't and can't bother you, follow you, or attack you anymore."
"Young man, congratulations on escaping the shadow of the past and welcoming a new journey full of sunshine."
Klein nodded repeatedly, both delighted and relieved, saying:
"I hope so."
The gloom that had hung over his head since he traveled here seemed about to dissipate…
But honestly, Klein was still a bit uneasy, because there seemed to be some kind of bond between him and the notebook, to the extent that even when doing ordinary hostage rescue missions, he would coincidentally find remaining traces.
He was really afraid that one day, a postman would suddenly deliver a package, and when he opened it, he would find the Antigonus family notebook!
He prayed silently that everything would develop as Old Neil described.
Hearing his reply, Old Neil snorted with a laugh:
"You don't seem to be a devout believer of the Goddess. At this moment, shouldn't you be making the sign of the Red Moon on your chest and saying, 'May the Goddess bless us'?"
"Mr. Neil, you don't seem to be one either. True believers wouldn't say 'welcoming a new journey full of sunshine.'" After this period of "occult courses," Klein had developed a good friendship with Old Neil, so he didn't hesitate to retort.
They looked at each other, laughed tacitly a few times, and almost simultaneously made a gesture on their chests, saying:
"Praise the Goddess!"
Just then, the sound of pick and marbles turning came, and the door of Blackthorn Security Company was opened.
The elegant and refined Mrs. Olivia had her stylish curly hair coiled up, her light green skirt swaying as she walked into the reception hall.
"Good morning, Mr. Neil. Good morning, Klein." She held a bag made of calfskin and greeted with a smiling face. "Another sunny day, a good day."
"Good morning, Olivia. You're still as beautiful as you were ten years ago," Old Neil replied cheerfully.
Olivia rolled her eyes, put on a straight face and said:
"Mr. Neil, your praise is still as aggravating as it was ten years ago."
She emphasized the word "ten years."
"Is that so?" Old Neil looked at Klein with great confusion, his face full of doubt.
Never mention things that remind a lady of her age… As a keyboard warrior who knows a little about everything, Klein immediately understood Mrs. Olivia's point of concern and said with a light laugh:
"Good morning, Mrs. Olivia. You are beautiful every day."
"Thank you, our excellent graduate from Hoy University." Olivia smiled and nodded, then said, "The old butler has already paid the reward for the commissioned task. According to the captain's regulations, half is extra expenses, and half goes to you and Leonard. Since you're not a regular member, you can only get ten percent of that half. You can sign and collect it later."
"How much did he pay?" Klein asked, both happy and pained.
"200 pounds. He meant it that way. Lord, above the storm, I can't imagine, I can't believe it was resolved like this! It's no harder than dreaming a dream! Why isn't this security company famous? It's an insult to the whole industry!" Mrs. Olivia imitated the butler's accent with a slight southern characteristic.
Klein thought for a few seconds and said humorously:
"That's actually not very fair to the kidnappers."
The two extraordinary people solved the problem in a relaxed and comfortable way… It was like fully armed adults bullying a few children…
"They were very unlucky. They must have lost the protection of the gods," Olivia laughed softly. "I told the old butler that this commission was just our luck, having a lead that saw the kidnappers take the children into the hiding place. So, don't have too many expectations for us. We're really just a very ordinary security company."
Generally, the more you emphasize ordinary, the more extraordinary it is… Klein silently mocked, watching Mrs. Olivia head to the accounting room through the partition.
Old Neil smacked his lips beside her and said with implicit envy:
"You're a lucky lad. How long have you been with us, and you've already encountered a commission worth 200 pounds."
"Is this rare?" Klein asked in confusion.
Previously, he was either studying history or mysticism, or wandering around, using inspiration to find clues.
"According to Olivia's statistics, we might not get one commission a week, and most commissions are worth less than 20 pounds." Old Neil rubbed the white crystal pendant on his wrist and sighed.
Then, he looked at Klein with implicit expectation.