Chapter: 60
"All kinds of weapon use license" can buy and keep any kind of civilian firearms at will, but it is extremely troublesome to obtain. Even a businessman with a certain status may not pass the review. "Hunting license" is relatively easy, even a farmer in the suburbs. Got it, but this kind of license is limited to the use of shotguns, and there is a limit on the number. Many people with little wealth will apply for one for self-protection in critical situations, such as now...
�Klein looked at the two shop assistants who were full of vigilance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with a dry smile: "Yes, this cane is very suitable for swinging, I am very satisfied."
Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, the clerk behind the counter relaxed, and handed out the banknotes and copper coins he had just found with both hands.
Klein took a look and saw two 5 soli, two 1 soli banknotes, and a 5p and a 1p copper coin, so he couldn't help but nodded inwardly.
After pausing for two seconds, he ignored the clerk's gaze and unfolded the four banknotes one by one against the bright spot to confirm that the anti-counterfeiting patterns and watermarks were correct.
After finishing all this, Klein put the banknotes and coins away separately, held his cane, straightened his top hat, and walked out of the "Vilker Cloaker" like a gentleman, and luxuriously took a trackless public carriage nearby. , After a transfer and a total cost of 6 pence, I went back to the apartment smoothly.
After closing the door, he counted the 11 pounds and 12 soli notes three times before putting them in the desk drawer, and then found the pistol with a copper-colored wheel and a wooden handle.
Jingle!
Five brass-colored bullets landed on the desk one after another, and Klein stuffed the silver "demon hunting bullets" with complex patterns and dark holy symbols into the wheel one by one.
Similarly, he only stuffed five bullets, leaving space to prevent accidental firing, and stored the rest in the small iron box together with the five normal bullets he just took out.
Snapped!
As the wheels closed, Klein suddenly felt a lot more secure.
He enthusiastically put the revolver into the gun pouch under his arm, buckled it securely, and then practiced unbuttoning and drawing the gun over and over again. When his arms were sore, he rested for a while before continuing until it was getting dark and rented guns appeared in the corridor. The sound of guests moving.
call! Klein exhaled, and put the revolver back into the gun pouch under his arm.
It wasn't until this time that he changed out of his formal suit and vest, put on his daily brown-yellow coat, and started doing arm relaxation exercises.
Da, da, da, the sound of footsteps approaching, the key was inserted into the lock, and the sound of twisting was heard.
Melissa with smooth black hair pushed the door in, her nose twitched invisibly, her gaze swept across the unlit stove, and the look in her eyes suddenly dimmed a little.
"Klein, I'll cook the leftover ingredients from last night. Benson may be back tomorrow." Melissa turned to look at her brother.
With his hands in his pockets and his thighs leaning against the edge of the desk, Klein smiled and said, "No, let's go out to eat."
"Going out to eat?" Melissa asked in amazement.
"How about going to the 'Silver Crown Restaurant' on Narcissus Street? I heard it tastes great." Klein suggested.
"But, but..." Melissa still didn't understand the situation.
Klein smiled and said, "Congratulations that I found a job."
"You found a job?" Melissa's voice grew louder unconsciously, "But, isn't the interview at Tingen University tomorrow?"
"Another job." Klein took out the stack of banknotes from the drawer with a smile and said, "They also advanced my salary for four weeks."
Melissa looked at the gold pounds and Su Le, her eyes opened wide: "Goddess...you, they, you, what kind of job did you find?"
This... Klein's expression froze, and he considered his words: "A security company whose mission is to find, collect, and protect antiquities, they need professional consultants, five-year contract, 3 pounds per week."
"...Did you worry about this matter last night?" Melissa said in silence.
Klein nodded and said, "Yes, it's more honorable to be a teacher at Tingen University, but I like this job better."
"...Actually, it's also pretty good." Melissa showed an encouraging smile, half puzzled and half curious, "Why would they advance your salary for four weeks?" JrNovels.com
�Klein looked at the two shop assistants who were full of vigilance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with a dry smile: "Yes, this cane is very suitable for swinging, I am very satisfied."
Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, the clerk behind the counter relaxed, and handed out the banknotes and copper coins he had just found with both hands.
Klein took a look and saw two 5 soli, two 1 soli banknotes, and a 5p and a 1p copper coin, so he couldn't help but nodded inwardly.
After pausing for two seconds, he ignored the clerk's gaze and unfolded the four banknotes one by one against the bright spot to confirm that the anti-counterfeiting patterns and watermarks were correct.
After finishing all this, Klein put the banknotes and coins away separately, held his cane, straightened his top hat, and walked out of the "Vilker Cloaker" like a gentleman, and luxuriously took a trackless public carriage nearby. , After a transfer and a total cost of 6 pence, I went back to the apartment smoothly.
After closing the door, he counted the 11 pounds and 12 soli notes three times before putting them in the desk drawer, and then found the pistol with a copper-colored wheel and a wooden handle.
Jingle!
Five brass-colored bullets landed on the desk one after another, and Klein stuffed the silver "demon hunting bullets" with complex patterns and dark holy symbols into the wheel one by one.
Similarly, he only stuffed five bullets, leaving space to prevent accidental firing, and stored the rest in the small iron box together with the five normal bullets he just took out.
Snapped!
As the wheels closed, Klein suddenly felt a lot more secure.
He enthusiastically put the revolver into the gun pouch under his arm, buckled it securely, and then practiced unbuttoning and drawing the gun over and over again. When his arms were sore, he rested for a while before continuing until it was getting dark and rented guns appeared in the corridor. The sound of guests moving.
call! Klein exhaled, and put the revolver back into the gun pouch under his arm.
It wasn't until this time that he changed out of his formal suit and vest, put on his daily brown-yellow coat, and started doing arm relaxation exercises.
Da, da, da, the sound of footsteps approaching, the key was inserted into the lock, and the sound of twisting was heard.
Melissa with smooth black hair pushed the door in, her nose twitched invisibly, her gaze swept across the unlit stove, and the look in her eyes suddenly dimmed a little.
"Klein, I'll cook the leftover ingredients from last night. Benson may be back tomorrow." Melissa turned to look at her brother.
With his hands in his pockets and his thighs leaning against the edge of the desk, Klein smiled and said, "No, let's go out to eat."
"Going out to eat?" Melissa asked in amazement.
"How about going to the 'Silver Crown Restaurant' on Narcissus Street? I heard it tastes great." Klein suggested.
"But, but..." Melissa still didn't understand the situation.
Klein smiled and said, "Congratulations that I found a job."
"You found a job?" Melissa's voice grew louder unconsciously, "But, isn't the interview at Tingen University tomorrow?"
"Another job." Klein took out the stack of banknotes from the drawer with a smile and said, "They also advanced my salary for four weeks."
Melissa looked at the gold pounds and Su Le, her eyes opened wide: "Goddess...you, they, you, what kind of job did you find?"
This... Klein's expression froze, and he considered his words: "A security company whose mission is to find, collect, and protect antiquities, they need professional consultants, five-year contract, 3 pounds per week."
"...Did you worry about this matter last night?" Melissa said in silence.
Klein nodded and said, "Yes, it's more honorable to be a teacher at Tingen University, but I like this job better."
"...Actually, it's also pretty good." Melissa showed an encouraging smile, half puzzled and half curious, "Why would they advance your salary for four weeks?" JrNovels.com
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