"...Okay." Klein followed with a smile.

He busily baked the toast, poured the milk, took out the cream tin, sat down and ate until he was half full without saying a word.

Mike on the opposite side was enjoying his breakfast without restraint, unaware of the silent atmosphere.

Phew... Klein exhaled, put down his cup and said, "Mike, do you want to hire me to protect you?"

Mike slowly put away the knife and fork, and took a sip of milk: "Yes, about two days, Friday and Saturday, and maybe Sunday morning."

"Who wants to hurt you?" Klein asked after consideration.

Mike chuckled and said, "No, this is an active self-protection."

"The editor-in-chief of the newspaper arranged for me to go to the East District, the dock area and the factory area to do an investigative news report. It is said that I was sponsored by a certain church or a certain nobleman."

"You know, the East Side is full of gangsters, villains, or people who are willing to sell their conscience for a bite. I need a protector who is good at fighting and shooting."

"Also, most of the private detectives have connections in the Eastern District, don't they?"

I didn't... I rely on metaphysics to solve the case, no, reasoning! Klein thought for a while and said, "But I may not have time these days."

Have to wait for Miss Sharon's actions.

Mike cleared his throat quickly and said, "I've already applied for 10 pounds, and the protection mission this time is 10 pounds in total, even if nothing happens."

Klein smiled and said, "Mike, I'm serious."

"At this time tomorrow, um, come find me after breakfast. If I have time, I will take on this commission. If I am really too busy, I will introduce you to another detective who is also good at fighting and shooting."

Such as Stuart, such as Kaslana... Two names have already flashed through his mind.

Mike ate the rest of the toast and said, "No problem."

After breakfast, Klein watched the reporter leave his home. Through the glass of the oriel window, he admired the patter of freezing rain outside, the carriages and pedestrians coming and going, admiring the gloomy sky and handfuls of colors. Various umbrellas.

Finally, there is a normal mission... It doesn't involve Extraordinary people, and it's not the kind of cat to catch a rape... Unfortunately, it's not a commission like a murder case, otherwise I can experience the feeling of a real detective... There is only one truth! Klein's thoughts wandered endlessly, and he was in an inexplicably leisurely state.

If it wasn't for Sharon and Maric's affairs, he planned to relax, visit various museums, buy a ticket to the Grand Theater, listen to a few operas and concerts, and experience the metropolis of Backlund. Cuisine from all over the world.

Well, I'm a casual tourist, a lonely gourmet... Klein laughed at himself, turned and walked towards the sofa area, intending to flip through the newspapers he hadn't finished reading.

Suddenly, he found that there was an extra note on the coffee table at some point. The handwriting was elegant and restrained: "At 10 o'clock tonight, we will meet at the back door of the Brave Bar."

Klein froze for a moment, turned his head to look out the window, and sighed silently: "Is it finally about to start..."

At 10 o'clock in the evening, in the alley behind the back door of the Brave Bar.

Klein, who was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat and a top hat of the same color, just turned around here, strolling towards the nearest street just like last time.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, a carriage stopped in front of him, and behind the glass windows were Maric's pair of brown eyes that always suppressed malice.

Klein pushed down the half-top hat on his head, held a sturdy cane, and calmly climbed up, as if he had himself beckoned to stop the carriage in front of him.

He sat down and straightened his tie like a gentleman on his way to a dinner party.

"This kind of attire is not suitable for fighting." Maric, who was wearing a white shirt, black vest, and leggings, looked up and down a few times, and pinched his frown that suddenly frowned.

It can be seen that he still has some doubts about Klein's strength, but chose to trust Sharon. JrNovels.com