"You know Mr. Moretti?" Angelica seemed surprised.
"Yes, we're neighbors, and Mr. Moretti is also my sponsor," Roger nodded.
Of course, the kind who only sponsored 1 penny...
"I see." Ms. Angelica's expression changed slightly as she pointed toward the corridor's end. "The room on the right at the very end. I should remind you to wait until the current client's divination finishes before finding Mr. Moretti."
"Of course."
Roger nodded politely, then sat quietly in the hall reading newspapers while waiting.
After about ten minutes, a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing cheap formal wear emerged from Klein's divination room, continuously thanking him.
"Mr. Morris, how was your divination?" Angelica immediately stood up. Though she'd heard Klein had good physiognomy skills, this was his first formal divination commission, so she was inevitably concerned.
"Very good. Mr. Moretti is an excellent divination master." Mr. Morris made no effort to hide his approval.
"Of course... Klein is a true 'Seer,'" Roger thought silently while walking toward Klein's divination room.
Klein was putting on his clothes, preparing to leave. He turned around puzzled and saw Roger standing at the door, smiling.
"Mr. Bonway, do you also need divination?" Klein joked.
"Yes, I need to divine when I'll be able to live the good life promised by the previous cabinet."
Both men laughed simultaneously. After a few seconds, Roger's expression grew serious. "Mr. Moretti, you haven't had afternoon tea yet, have you? A nice specialty restaurant recently opened nearby. Would you honor me with your presence? My treat."
The club had provided free beverages, but consuming only liquids was inevitably unsatisfying. Though Klein currently had spare funds, Roger couldn't bear to let him spend money at some expensive establishment.
"I'd be delighted." Klein didn't refuse. "Just call me Klein from now on."
"Metts," Roger responded amicably.
Klein picked up his silver-inlaid cane, put on his hat, and left the divination club with Roger, heading to "Loretta Restaurant" across the street.
They casually ordered pastries and drinks and began eating.
Klein inAttention Seekerly tapped his brow twice with his index finger and looked at Roger. "Metts, my intuition tells me you're looking for me about something."
"Yes, I have a commission. I wonder if you'd be willing to take it." Roger didn't hide anything and explained Willis's commission to Klein.
Of course, he concealed the total fee.
"If I'm not mistaken, you work at the security company where we first met. Currently, the police don't take this matter seriously, so if your company can solve it, I'm willing to allocate 20 pounds in fees as compensation."
After hearing Roger's explanation, Klein's expression grew serious. He hadn't yet participated in official Nighthawks missions, so he couldn't gauge this matter's depth. But the 20-pound fee was quite tempting—since this involved supernatural events, it would count as official Nighthawks work rather than a "side job" commission.
This was Roger's plan: have Klein use his position's advantages to benefit himself while borrowing the church's official power to rescue James. Being fellow countrymen and good neighbors, they should make money together. Roger, as the "order-taking" channel, considered a 60-40 split quite reasonable.
On the other hand, if this matter related to the "Aurora Order," borrowing official power could prevent Ahowa County's divine envoy from targeting him prematurely.
"I can try, but I can't guarantee completion." After thinking, Klein nodded in agreement.
Roger wasn't worried about the Nighthawks' inability to handle such matters. He took out a 5-pound banknote and handed it to Klein. "Then it's settled. This is the deposit. Please resolve it within 3 days."
Klein took the money and nodded. He finished the remaining pastries and drained his sweet iced tea in one gulp.
"Thank you for the hospitality. I'll go to the company to report for work now." Klein put on his hat and politely took his leave.
Today was Captain Dunn Smith's turn guarding the Chanis Gate. He needed to return to "Blackthorn Security Company" to inform him about this matter.
As Klein walked, he took out a penny coin from his pocket.
"Is Metts's commission dangerous?"
After silently reciting the question, he tossed the coin and received a "no" answer.
"It seems my neighbor is indeed a good person. From the spirit vision results just now, he should also be a Beyonder." Klein pondered silently. "Perhaps I could pull him into the 'Tarot Club'? The gathering is the day after tomorrow, and I just got another invitation slot recently. I can use this opportunity to test whether he's a transmigrator..."
Soon, Klein took a public carriage to "Blackthorn Security Company." After greeting Old Neil and Rozanne, he went directly downstairs to the office near the Chanis Gate to find Captain Dunn.
"Captain, I have a report about a mystical event."
He roughly explained the matter to Dunn, who nodded. "I think this relates to the 'Aurora Order.' Recently, many clues point to them conducting illegal faith activities."
Dunn found a file in his drawer and threw it to Klein. "This is the list of missing persons reported by Tingen City police this past week. We've been planning to cooperate with the 'Punishers' to eliminate Aurora Order hideouts these past two days."
"Since you're already involved in this matter, I'm considering adding you to the law enforcement member list for this operation."
Klein quickly scanned the list and indeed found "James Willis's" name.
"I'd be delighted."
Klein felt excited. Though the captain had already promised to let him officially join the Nighthawks after resolving the Antigonus family notebook case, he was eager to accumulate experience first. After all, with two major churches conducting joint law enforcement, safety was greatly assured.
"Go back and wait for news." Dunn nodded, then said confusedly, "By the way, what was I supposed to do just now..."
Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he stood up and left Dunn's office.
Two days later, evening, Tingen City dock area.
Sitting in a back-street tavern, drinking sparkling water and eating salted cod with knife and fork, Roger casually glanced toward a large building without a nameplate nearby. Some people who clearly showed Beyonder characteristics in his spirit vision were slowly approaching in the manner of casual pedestrians.