Chapter: 668
"That's the reward he's offering, 10 pounds for clues." Xio replied pretending to observe the environment in the tavern, "Don't forget this matter, I will come to you again in a few days."
She had already traveled halfway across the Eastern Borough, announcing this mission to the gang leaders and well-informed people she knew, and paid several pounds in advance.
As long as there is one success, I can earn it back, earn a lot! Xio silently puffed himself up, covered his mouth and nose, turned around and walked out of the tavern.
But at this time, the quarrels of some drunks turned into conflicts, and the scene gradually became chaotic.
Xio glanced helplessly, then raised her voice and said, "Stop!"
The majestic feeling reverberated in the tavern, and the drunks seemed to have met their nemesis, and hurriedly sat down again, and some even crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Phew, I don't know when I will be promoted to "Magistrate"... Xio sighed half satisfied and half expectant.
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On Wednesday morning, Klein went to the distant St. George District, which seemed to be in another city, to care about his first investment.
Armed with his last tip and the revelation of Russell's manuscript, Reppard has moved very fast on the bike project and has produced a rough prototype.
This is very consistent with the bicycle in Klein's impression.
After the test ride, Klein provided several suggestions for improvement, saying that he will pay for the second part of the investment next week, and hopes to introduce new investors as soon as possible, so that this project can enter the factory stage as soon as possible.
The only problem is that Reppard considers himself the inventor and has the right to name the product.
He was dissatisfied with the term "bicycle" and planned to use the more popular "bicycle".
Klein didn't care about that.
At noon, after returning to No. 15 Minsk Street, before he could take off his hat, he heard phantom prayers.
Miss Justice's? Collected information on the ruined nobles so quickly? Klein thoughtfully prepared to enter the living room and head to the second floor.
At this moment, he heard the doorbell again, and hurriedly turned around to open the door, and saw Julian, the maid from the Summer family next door.
"Mr. Moriarty, Mrs. Summer would like to invite you to a luncheon on Sunday. There will be many neighbors there." The maid recited.
After Klein came back last night, he gave the portable camera to Mrs. Summer and exchanged a few words with her, but he didn't get a reminder of the lunch.
That�s right, the magazine said that the middle class would not invite someone to a banquet face to face, but rather formally send attendants or maids to invite them to the door... This is very in line with Mrs. Summer�s style... Klein was puzzled at first, and then realized , promised to go on time on Sunday.
Who wouldn't love a free lunch? And Mr. Summer and Mrs. Summer are not too difficult to get along with, as long as you don't mind their showing off... Klein quietly added in his heart.
After watching the maid Julian leave, he closed the door and walked towards the stairs. On the way, he glanced at the slightly messy living room, dining room and kitchen.
It's been a few days since I did the housecleaning... I'm a bachelor, so it's good to be able to maintain this level of cleanliness... I have too many secrets, and I might be attacked. It's not very good to hire a handyman to live at home, Uh... Why don't you discuss it with Mrs. Summer on Sunday and let her send her maid to clean it twice a week, and I will pay you accordingly... Many tenants and landlords have similar agreements... Klein walked steadily , entered the bedroom on the second floor slowly, and closed the curtains.
After entering above the gray mist, he found that the prayer really came from Miss Justice.
The aristocratic girl sat on the piano bench, pressing the keys with both hands, but instead of playing, she recited the honorable title of "the fool who does not belong to this era" in a low voice: "...I have collected all the information of the down-and-out nobles, Request to hold a sacrificial ceremony, please forward it to Mister 'World'."
So fast... As expected of a "professional"... Klein responded immediately.
Audrey, who had just returned from the royal family's coat of arms officials and experts who studied this field, completed the sacrificial ceremony with a little rustiness, and threw the thick manuscript into the illusory door.
"I will hand it over to the 'world'." Klein cut off the connection indifferently.
This time, he was not in a hurry to return to the real world, but flipped through the manuscript on the spot, and found the corresponding part of the Pound family. JrNovels.com
She had already traveled halfway across the Eastern Borough, announcing this mission to the gang leaders and well-informed people she knew, and paid several pounds in advance.
As long as there is one success, I can earn it back, earn a lot! Xio silently puffed himself up, covered his mouth and nose, turned around and walked out of the tavern.
But at this time, the quarrels of some drunks turned into conflicts, and the scene gradually became chaotic.
Xio glanced helplessly, then raised her voice and said, "Stop!"
The majestic feeling reverberated in the tavern, and the drunks seemed to have met their nemesis, and hurriedly sat down again, and some even crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Phew, I don't know when I will be promoted to "Magistrate"... Xio sighed half satisfied and half expectant.
����
On Wednesday morning, Klein went to the distant St. George District, which seemed to be in another city, to care about his first investment.
Armed with his last tip and the revelation of Russell's manuscript, Reppard has moved very fast on the bike project and has produced a rough prototype.
This is very consistent with the bicycle in Klein's impression.
After the test ride, Klein provided several suggestions for improvement, saying that he will pay for the second part of the investment next week, and hopes to introduce new investors as soon as possible, so that this project can enter the factory stage as soon as possible.
The only problem is that Reppard considers himself the inventor and has the right to name the product.
He was dissatisfied with the term "bicycle" and planned to use the more popular "bicycle".
Klein didn't care about that.
At noon, after returning to No. 15 Minsk Street, before he could take off his hat, he heard phantom prayers.
Miss Justice's? Collected information on the ruined nobles so quickly? Klein thoughtfully prepared to enter the living room and head to the second floor.
At this moment, he heard the doorbell again, and hurriedly turned around to open the door, and saw Julian, the maid from the Summer family next door.
"Mr. Moriarty, Mrs. Summer would like to invite you to a luncheon on Sunday. There will be many neighbors there." The maid recited.
After Klein came back last night, he gave the portable camera to Mrs. Summer and exchanged a few words with her, but he didn't get a reminder of the lunch.
That�s right, the magazine said that the middle class would not invite someone to a banquet face to face, but rather formally send attendants or maids to invite them to the door... This is very in line with Mrs. Summer�s style... Klein was puzzled at first, and then realized , promised to go on time on Sunday.
Who wouldn't love a free lunch? And Mr. Summer and Mrs. Summer are not too difficult to get along with, as long as you don't mind their showing off... Klein quietly added in his heart.
After watching the maid Julian leave, he closed the door and walked towards the stairs. On the way, he glanced at the slightly messy living room, dining room and kitchen.
It's been a few days since I did the housecleaning... I'm a bachelor, so it's good to be able to maintain this level of cleanliness... I have too many secrets, and I might be attacked. It's not very good to hire a handyman to live at home, Uh... Why don't you discuss it with Mrs. Summer on Sunday and let her send her maid to clean it twice a week, and I will pay you accordingly... Many tenants and landlords have similar agreements... Klein walked steadily , entered the bedroom on the second floor slowly, and closed the curtains.
After entering above the gray mist, he found that the prayer really came from Miss Justice.
The aristocratic girl sat on the piano bench, pressing the keys with both hands, but instead of playing, she recited the honorable title of "the fool who does not belong to this era" in a low voice: "...I have collected all the information of the down-and-out nobles, Request to hold a sacrificial ceremony, please forward it to Mister 'World'."
So fast... As expected of a "professional"... Klein responded immediately.
Audrey, who had just returned from the royal family's coat of arms officials and experts who studied this field, completed the sacrificial ceremony with a little rustiness, and threw the thick manuscript into the illusory door.
"I will hand it over to the 'world'." Klein cut off the connection indifferently.
This time, he was not in a hurry to return to the real world, but flipped through the manuscript on the spot, and found the corresponding part of the Pound family. JrNovels.com
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