"Thank you." Klein sincerely thanked him, turned around and squeezed out of the bar.

Before he left the door, the drinkers gathered around suddenly fell silent, only murmuring: "Doug actually lost..."

"I lost..."

Klein shook his head amusedly, walked away quickly, and asked for directions to the nearby Zouterand Street.

"30, 32, 34... here." He counted the house numbers and walked into the stairs.

Rounding the corner and going up the stairs, he saw a vertical signboard and the current name of the so-called mercenary team: "Blackthorn Security Company."

"Blackthorn Security Company."

Seeing the signboard, Klein was stunned for a long time, feeling unexpected but reasonable.

It's really... I don't know how to complain... He shook his head and laughed, went up the stairs, stretched out his right hand, and tapped on the half-closed door.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The slow and rhythmic knock on the door echoed, but there was no response from inside the room, only the faint sound of "da da da".

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Klein repeated it again, still the same result.

He turned knocking into pushing to make the gap bigger, followed by looking in, and saw a group of classical sofas, upholstered armchairs, and log-colored coffee tables, whether they were for reception, a table directly opposite, and the table A little bit of a brown-haired girl with her head drooping behind her.

Although the "Security Company" brand is just a disguise, it's too, too unprofessional, right? How long has this been out of business? Well, you don't need any business either... Klein leaned closer while cursing, on the table, and knocked on the girl's ear twice.

Boom! Boom!

The brown-haired girl sat up straight, picked up the newspaper spread out in front of her with both hands, and blocked her face.

"Tingen City Candide"...a good name... Klein silently read the headline of the newspaper facing him.

"The steam train 'Flying' directly to Conston City opens today... Really, when will it be able to go directly to Disi Bay, I don't want to go by boat again, it's too uncomfortable, very uncomfortable...Hey, who are you? The brown-haired girl pretended to read and expressed her opinion. As she spoke, she lowered the newspaper, revealing her smooth forehead and light brown eyes. She first flattered her and then looked at Klein in astonishment.

"Hi, I'm Klein Moretti. I'm here at the invitation of Mr. Dunn Smith." Klein took off his top hat, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

The brown-haired girl looked like she was in her early twenties, wearing a light green Ruen-style light long dress with beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, chest, etc., which made her face even more beautiful.

"Captain...Okay, you wait here, I'll ask him." The girl hurriedly got up, and entered the inner room through the door next to her.

Not to mention pouring a glass of water or something... The sense of service is worrying... Klein smiled slightly, waiting where he was, and didn't go to the sofa and chairs.

Two or three minutes later, the brown-haired girl pushed the door open and said with a sweet smile, "Mr. Moretti, please follow me. The captain is on duty at the Chanis Gate today and cannot leave."

"Okay." Klein took a gentle step, but he murmured in his heart.

Chanisgate, what's that?

Through the partition, the first thing that catches his eyes is a short corridor, with three offices on the left and right.

Some of these offices are locked, while others are open, and the people inside can be seen typing away with heavy mechanical typewriters.

With a glance, Klein actually found an acquaintance: the young police officer who came to search his home that day, the black-haired, blue-eyed one with the romantic temperament of a poet.

He wasn't wearing a formal suit, and his white shirt wasn't tucked into his trousers, and he looked unrestrained. JrNovels.com