Whispering Verse

After handing out the pistol, Mr. Johnson continued to hand Xia De new things:

"With a gun license and bullets, your monthly quota of bullets is 50 rounds. When you use them up, you can come back next month. But when you get new bullets, you must indicate the purpose of the old bullets. Those damn guys were reselling guns on the black market some time ago, but You're going to get into big trouble... Get your gun permit, if you lose it, go straight to Redwich Field to get it replaced, it's already been registered for you."

Shade took the heavy box of bullets with a heavy oil smell with one hand. This strength made Mr. Johnson raise his eyebrows.

He continued to take something from the carton, this time a page:

"You can sign your consent form with whatever name you want. It is mainly for the convenience of checking accounts. The establishment of MI6 belongs to the Royal Army, so you need to sign this thing."

So Shade signed Sherlock Holmes, and it seemed like every organization he came into contact with was troubled by accounting.

Mr. Johnson reached for something for the last time, and this time it was still a document:

"Declaration of agreeing to pay taxes. In this way, the Sixth Office can directly help you pay taxes before paying your salary."

Shade looked hesitantly at this sturdy middle-aged man, and was surprised for the first time since arriving here:

"Excuse me...MI6 still has to pay taxes?"

Mr. Johnson sneered:

"It goes without saying that there is no need to pay tax on reimbursement, but how can the basic salary not pay tax? Only death and tax payment are inevitable...Sign the same name as the one above, don't spell it wrong. Last time One guy wrote a very complicated name, and when he came to re-sign his name the second time, he actually forgot what he wrote."

He handed the pen to Shade, who read it carefully before daring to sign. The dark blue of the ink was very conspicuous on the printed matter. Foreigners now understand the characteristics of this steam age. "Only death and taxes are inevitable" turns out to be a saying not unique to people in their hometown.

"The salary is paid every month. Come here to collect it at the beginning of every month. Come to me directly. The monthly reimbursement of 20 pounds requires a voucher. Any voucher is acceptable, but it cannot be of the same type. Oh, I have to warn you, although the agent For work, you can spend money in various places, but even if you can get receipts from Rhodes Casino and Casino, we won’t accept them, not for any amount.”

Mr. Johnson said repeatedly, judging from his expression that he had probably experienced this kind of thing.

"Do you accept church donation certificates?"

Shade raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I'll accept it, this one is better and it's easier to do accounting, but you need real proof."

"no problem."

He nodded. As an August priest, it was easy to help get some donation certificates. If that doesn't work, it's not difficult to go to Miss Anat and get some receipts from the Prophet's Association.

He gradually learned this trick.

"Although I don't know the reason why you were recruited, remember to write a report every month when you receive your salary. One more thing, you probably have a task assigned by the director alone, but you should also pay attention to other things in the city. .”

Mr. Johnson coughed, and when he talked about business, his tone was very serious, and his expression and eyes became serious:

"Not long ago, a military Drak II integrated steam bomb exploded next to the Terrariel River. If you have any news about this, please report it. Not only the city hall and the military, but also the Orthodox Church are investigating this matter. thing."

Of course Shade knew about this, and was even familiar with the lady who fought the fish-man and detonated the bomb to destroy it:

"Is it something coming out of the black market?"

he tried to ask.

"Of course it's impossible. This kind of steam bomb has not yet been mass-produced on a large scale and is only used on a small scale among the royal guards."

Mr. Johnson scratched his hair:

"The higher-ups suspect that there is a mole in the royal guard. Who knows?"

Shade didn't answer. At that time, Miss Louisa said she bought it from the black market. Now that I think about it, there is a high probability that she got it from Princess Lecia Cavendish for self-defense.

"The Orthodox Church also has a reward for this matter, and it is very high. The reward was suddenly added in the middle of the night on Saturday. I don't know what happened..."

Mr. Johnson muttered, and Shade thought about the time. It was probably after he deployed the mythical lock to fight against the evil god's sight. In other words, the Righteous God Church really connected the two events of Friday's fish-men and Saturday's mystery.

But fortunately, the evil god's sight affects divination, and he has the habit of carrying the "Twenty-sided Dice of Destiny" when he goes out. As long as he doesn't expose himself, no one can find him.

"I understand, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

Shade wanted to ignore the topic.

"Something worth noting...and this, the reward is very high."

Mr. Johnson pointed to the newspaper that was pressed under the empty box. It was the Tobesk Morning News. Most of its pages reported on the follow-up to the missing children case in this city:

"This matter has attracted the attention of the higher-ups. The City Hall and MI6 have both issued high reward amounts."

"Because there are too many lost children?"

Mr. Johnson glanced at Shade:

"Of course not, it's because a viscount lost his child... I won't talk about it anymore, just remember to pay attention. The last thing is a very critical thing. The day after tomorrow, that is, around noon on Wednesday, Queen Diana We are going to Tobesk Station to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. We received news not long ago that the Gray Gloves are going to launch an operation against members of the royal family..."

Captain Rades once vaguely mentioned this. Even the citizens had heard about it, and MI6 would certainly know about it.

"...But later it was discovered that it was another organization operating under the name of Gray Gloves... We have some intelligence personnel, you know, probably double agents or something like that, people have confirmed The Gray Gloves don’t want to trigger a war between the two countries.”

He looked at Sha De and saw that Sha De had an understanding expression before continuing:

"Mr. Anlos suspects that the mysterious organization intends to attack Queen Diana, so you can pay attention to this news."

This matter has nothing to do with Shade. He is just a salary thief who does not work when he is paid, and has no intention of being related to political events.

Mr. Johnson was still talking and joked:

"Of course, there is no definite news yet, and it is not necessarily a conspiracy against the queen. But if something really happens on Wednesday... our dear director Mr. Anlos will probably be sent to the 'National I'm working for the Cemetery Management Association, but I heard it was a casual job."

“In my hometown, this kind of hairdressing is often called ‘guarding the royal mausoleum’.”

While Mr. Johnson smiled, Shade also said to the woman in his heart, and received a chuckle in reply.

In this way, Shade, who had just dealt with the funeral of a potential foreign agent half a month ago, officially became a member of the "MI6" of the Kingdom of Delarian's intelligence organization. Although he does not work and only gets a salary, this level of status will definitely be of great help in the future.

Miss Carina, the great witch whose job came from the Witch Council, was still curious about what the other party saw in him when Shade walked towards home holding an umbrella.

"If it were just Rhodes cards, they wouldn't be so nice to me... Even if the other party really doesn't care about this, the help is a bit too great. I'm overthinking it, or I really have other intentions. ?”

He looked at the rainy scene of the city in the steam age and walked forward while thinking.