966 Train (1/2)
Seeing Alfred look over, Klein returned with a smile and nodded gently.
”I suddenly sensed some danger.”
With that said, he calmly turned around and headed for the carriage which Haggis had pointed out.
”Danger…” Alfred repeated the word softly as he warily surveyed his surroundings but failed to find anything odd.
He slowed down his pace, constantly taking note of his surroundings before returning to the nearby three-story building with out-of-the-ordinary vigilance.
Pagani glanced at the heavy-expression wearing Alfred and asked, feeling somewhat puzzled, ”What happened?”
He was quite a distance from the arms deal, so he hadn't heard their conversation.
Alfred walked to the window and looked down at the convoy that was prepared to leave after loading the munitions. He deliberated and said, ”Dwayne Dantès suddenly left, saying that he had sensed danger.”
”Danger?” Pagani didn't dismiss it as he warily looked around. He didn't notice anything amiss even when Maysanchez's men left the region and vanished into the darkness.
He then laughed.
”Haha, Alfred, I think you're too sensitive. I believe it's solely because Dwayne Dantès is a coward and was unwilling to stay here for too long!”
Alfred retracted his gaze and frowned.
”Perhaps.”
…
After returning to his hotel, Klein made Enzo, who had turned into a mixed-blood lad, open the suitcase in his hand. He took out the gold coins and bars one by one and did the count.
It was valued at a total of 30,000 Loen gold pounds!
Thankfully my previous agreement with Miss Messenger is 10,000 Loen gold coins. I don't need to make any additional conversions… Sitting leisurely in the reclining chair, Klein drank the sweet and sour but refreshing Gwadar as he ”monitored” his marionette's work.
After Enzo separated the items, he took out the adventurer's harmonica and blew into it.
Reinette Tinekerr walked out of the void with the four blonde, red-eyed heads in hand. It was as though she was constantly nearby.
Her eight eyes turned towards the pile of gold coins and gold bars that had been separated.
After a few seconds, the four heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hand said, ”Very good…” ”In the future…” ”Missions will…” ”Cost more…”
…What's the logic behind this? Why are you raising the price after the mission despite me paying you so quickly? Klein was taken aback as he asked with a straightened back, ”What?”
Reinette Tinekerr's four blonde, red-eyed heads nodded seriously.
”Mission…” ”Price…” ”Depends On…” ”Your…” ”Ability…” ”To…” ”Earn Money…”
I never expected that… Klein turned agape, but he was unable to retort. After all, such matters were solely decided by the helper. Furthermore, with him advancing to Sequence 4 and becoming a demigod, the missions that he needed her help with in the future was likely to increase in difficulty and danger. It was seemingly reasonable to increase the price.
After Reinette Tinekerr swallowed the gold coins and vanished from the room, Klein reined in his thoughts and began doing calculations regarding his current wealth.
My expenses have been quite significant recently. I'm left with 17,275 pounds in cash and 65 gold coins… This pile of gold bars is worth 25,000 pounds… That makes for a total of more than 40,000 pounds. It's not something to dismiss in all of the Loen Kingdom. I can already buy a manor and some land for farming… Arms dealing sure is profitable…
Reinette Tinekerr needed gold coins, so whatever was left were gold bars.
Standing up and sending the gold bars above the gray fog, Klein walked to the window and cast his gaze to the north.
With the matter coming to a close, he was poised to return to Backlund.
Looking at the horizon, Klein suddenly sighed silently.
Backlund…
…
North Borough, Backlund University of Technology.
Audrey was touring the campus with a few staff members of the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation.
She was dressed in a simple, light-green dress. By her waist was a white, unadorned leather belt. Her blonde hair had a veiled hat with ribboned flowers that showed off her playful side. She didn't wear any other accessories other than a silver bangle on her left wrist. She looked no different from a female student that came from a family that could only be considered middle-class.
Over the past few days, she had been to public primary schools that bordered East Borough, and she had visited the technical schools in the area around Backlund Bridge. She already knew the appropriate clothes needed for the occasion, not treating charity work as another social scene.