And I also contributed an extra "Clown" formula achievement... All of this was a curse caused by my decision to earn rewards in two installments... Well, recently I can't find an opportunity to say that I actually have the formula for the "Clown" potion... Klein took a deep breath and tried to force a smile as he said:
"Hope the examination goes smoothly."
He fully agreed with Dunn's decision to have him return to stand guard at the Charnis Gate, because not only did he lack professional capabilities in surveillance and investigation, but he also failed to reach the passing mark in direct combat.
In the shooting field, compared to ordinary police, he was considered decent, but all the team members were extraordinary individuals with enhanced physical fitness. Even if they weren't expert marksmen, they were not much different.
As for close combat, Klein was at the beginner level.
In simple terms, even with the sleep charm, the sleep charm, and the dream charm, he still belonged to the auxiliary type of extraordinary individuals. Dealing with ordinary people was easy, but once encountering combat-oriented counterparts, it was extremely dangerous.
When I reach sequence 8 and become an "Elephant" skilled in tactical combat and possibly mastering a few spells, I will be able to complete ordinary extraordinary tasks alone... Well, if I can successfully steal the power of the seal "3-0782" and create the "Sunfire Charm", it would be even more perfect. Winning against the weak is not impossible... Klein thought with anticipation, walking slowly back to the Black Thorn Security Company.
Until the next morning, when he finished his duty and left the Charnis Gate, the night guard team's surveillance of the insane asylum, Hu De Ogen, still failed to obtain useful clues. For the time being, they could only hope for the so-called informant's internal investigation.
Back home, Klein quietly finished his breakfast, lay down in the bedroom, and slept until noon at 12 o'clock.
He naturally woke up, did a little cleaning, and smelled the aroma of food, walking towards the first floor.
"Is Melissa preparing lunch?" Klein looked at Benson, who was reading the newspaper in the living room.
Benson lowered the newspaper and said:
"Yes, she has guests visiting today. I asked her to chat with the guests while I prepared lunch. But she actually didn't trust my cooking skills, pulled the guests into the kitchen together, which was very impolite."
Benson, you actually noticed Melissa's dislike for your cooking skills so quickly... Klein suppressed a smile as he walked towards the single sofa and casually asked:
"Melissa's guests?"
"Yes, you should know her. She met Elizabeth at Selina's birthday party." Benson leaned back and continued to read the newspaper comfortably.
Not only at the birthday party... She actually came to visit... Klein's expression was slightly delayed, looking sideways at the kitchen door.
Just then, Melissa carried a plate out, followed by Elizabeth, who was also wearing an apron.
"Klein, you're awake? I was planning to call you." Melissa happily placed the meat-scented plate on the table, "This is Elizabeth, you know her."
"Hello, Klein." Elizabeth, with a cute baby fat face, smiled brightly and greeted.
Klein responded politely and gently.
When they finished greeting each other, Melissa blinked her eyes and said very seriously:
"Ill go with us to 'Help the Household Servants Association' later. Their family hired several servants and have extensive experience in this area, which can provide us with certain reference opinions."
"Actually, we have already drafted the requirements for selecting domestic maids. Listen to me and see if there is anything to add."
Melissa wiped her hands on the apron, took out a piece of paper from the pocket of her home clothes, unfolded it and read:
"1. Healthy."
"2. Diligent, responsible."
"3. Good at cooking."
"4. Quiet, not noisy."
"5. Simple family background."
"6. Ordinary appearance." ...
One after another, the demands were read out. Klein and Benson listened with their mouths half-open and their eyes vacant, not expecting that just hiring a domestic helper would cause such trouble.
"Melissa, didn't you previously oppose hiring a domestic helper?" When her sister stopped, Klein subconsciously asked.
Melissa pursed her lips and nodded firmly:
"Yes, I opposed it, but since my opposition was ineffective, I think we must do this thing well. To do something well, one must have sufficient preparation in advance. Well, do you have anything to add?"
"No!" Both Klein and Benson shook their heads simultaneously, causing Elizabeth to laugh secretly.
After lunch, the four of them took a tram public carriage and arrived at the "Tingen City Help for Domestic Servants Association" located on Champaign Street.
This was very similar to the "housekeeping company" that Klein knew from his previous life, but it had a semi-charitable nature. On the one hand, they registered the personal information and work requirements of various servants to facilitate the selection of employers while also increasing the possibility of employment for the recipients. On the other hand, they would organize some basic training to improve the work ability of the recipients.
Part of their maintenance funds came from charitable organizations, and part was an additional payment from the employers. By relying on their collectiveness, overallness, convenience and organization, they quickly forced those individual agents to either join or change careers.
Entering the association, Klein and the others were immediately warmly received. A young woman in a light yellow dress with ruffled edges led them to sit on the sofa area and smiled and asked:
"What can I do for you?"
"We need to hire a domestic helper." At this time, Benson was pushed to the front by his brother and sister.
"Do you have specific requirements?" The young woman asked proficiently.
Benson recalled carefully the comparison between his cooking skills and those of Klein and spoke earnestly:
"Good at cooking."
"Good at cooking?" The young woman furrowed her eyebrows slightly and said, "To be honest, among domestic helpers, no one is good at cooking. You might as well hire a chef? If you need a female chef, we association also has many."
"Among domestic helpers, there is no one who is good at cooking?" Seeing that his proposed requirements had already encountered setbacks at the beginning, Melissa couldn't help but interrupt and ask.
The young woman nodded and gave a definite answer:
"Domestic helpers are either daughters of low-level laborers or girls from the countryside. They themselves have very poor cooking skills. Even with the simple training provided by the association, they can at most ensure that the food they make won't make people sick." "..." Melissa suddenly fell silent, finally understanding what it meant by "plans don't change quickly".
"It's really a pity," Benson thought for a moment and organized his words, "Perhaps we can modify the requirements: those who are willing and have the ability to learn cooking."
Well done, Benson's mind works so fast... I won't interrupt... Klein sat nearby, holding a staff in one hand and a hat in the other, sitting leisurely and comfortably.
"This is no problem. During the cooking training, we will record those who perform well." The young lady smiled professionally, "Are there any other requirements?"
"Yes." Feeling Melissa's gaze, Benson swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took out the piece of paper from his pocket, reading it line by line.
The young woman listened attentively and after a long while responded:
"I, I'll go and sort through the materials first, and recommend some suitable domestic help girls for you. You don't have to make a decision right away. You can select two to four first, and I'll lead them to your house to try cooking once, and then decide who to hire. Of course, this will make you pay a little more to the association, and you'll need to prepare the ingredients yourself."
"OK." Benson folded the paper neatly and nodded politely.
The young lady stood up, walked two steps into the inner office and then turned back, sheepishly smiling:
"Could you give me that piece of paper? I'm afraid I might miss your requirements..."
"No problem." Benson replied with a smile, suppressing his laughter.
After a while, the young woman in the pale yellow dress came out with a stack of materials, handing them to Benson for selection.
These materials listed the real names, birth years, family situations, facial descriptions, physical conditions, past experiences, corresponding characteristics and expected salaries of the domestic help girls.
While Benson and Melissa were carefully looking through the materials, Elizabeth approached Klein and whispered:
"Do you have any requirements?"
"There are, but they're not specific." Klein replied casually.
Elizabeth was more interested:
"What will you do then?"
Klein chuckled softly and pointed to the talisman hidden inside the cuff on the left sleeve:
"Of course, write down the corresponding sentences, eliminate one by one, and use divination to find out who is the most suitable to be our domestic help girl in the family." "..." Elizabeth froze for a moment, and after about a dozen seconds, she nodded vaguely, "The simplest and most effective method... I actually forgot that you are... "
She didn't finish her sentence because Melissa, noticing their whispering, looked over.
She gave her friend and brother a deep look and then a look as if she was thinking.
Hey, sister, don't misunderstand! We are just having a normal conversation... Klein coughed twice and took over some of the documents, flipping through them casually.
Soon, they settled on three candidates, with the price ranging from 4 shillings to 8 pence per week to 5 shillings and 2 pence per week.
Benson didn't reduce the salary of the domestic servant but instead seriously discussed with the young lady about the money that needed to be paid to the association.
After some friendly negotiations, he successfully changed this part of the cost from the servant's two-week salary to a one-week salary, but he had to pay an additional 1 shilling for the association's carriage fee for leading the domestic servant to try doing household chores.
After settling this matter, Elizabeth left and the three siblings took the public carriage back to Narcissus Street.
During the journey, Klein was very uncomfortable under Melissa's scrutinizing gaze. As soon as they entered the house, he headed straight for the second floor.
"Klein," Melissa called out to him in a voice that showed she had been thinking hard, "If you want to propose to Elizabeth, you need to work harder. Her father is an import and export merchant and her mother is a baroness, that is, a countess as well..."
Wait, propose? When? Klein looked at his sister blankly.
How far has she gone worrying about this?