Half past seven in the evening, around the Moretti family's dining table.
"Klein, why do you need to be at work so early as a consultant? Would emergency matters at the security company be more dangerous?" Benson forked a potato from a dish of potato-stewed beef as he raised the matter in concern.
Klein carefully spat out the bones from a pan-fried fish and gave his prepared answer.
"A batch of historical documents needed immediate shipping to Backlund. I had to be present to handle the handover and make sure there was nothing missing. As you can guess, the bunch of fist-swinging bastards don't know any Feysac."
Upon hearing his answer, Benson, who had finished chewing his food, could not help but sigh.
"Knowledge is truly important."
Making use of this opportunity, Klein took out the remaining five-pound note and handed it to Benson.
"This is my additional payment I received today. It's time you get some decent clothes too."
