Charles suppressed the nervousness in his heart and, following Madame Pascal's instructions, quickly found his office.
It was an independent office, fairly spacious, and even had a large window offering a view of the street outside Kilmainham Prison. The majority of the space was occupied by filing cabinets, but even so, Charles was quite satisfied.
Being surrounded by filing cabinets, rather than working alongside colleagues, was obviously much more relaxing, for there would be none of the scheming and politicking common in an office environment.
The filing cabinets were all "good babies."
He placed the two items he had picked out on his desk.
Charles didn't know how to use a chain flail, let alone a multi-headed one.
He was taken with this item because it was forged from Starfall Iron, a rare material that could sell for dozens of Aegeus even as scrap metal.
Charles planned to sell the multi-headed chain flail on the black market and purchase a set of weapons.
Military-issue handguns cost no more than two to three Fu Er, while rapiers were slightly more expensive, but staves could be handled for just a few Sheng Ding.
Selling the multi-headed chain flail and buying a few standard weapons, Charles would still have dozens of Aegeus left over, making a tidy little fortune.
Clearly, not every newcomer to Kilmainham Prison had the chance to earn this bonus.
Without asking, it was obvious that Miss Menilman's favor had given Charles the opportunity to enjoy this special treatment. Whether he would have the chance to earn such bonuses in the future depended on whether he could win over this senior's heart and be given the opportunity for special assignments.
Charles didn't look at the multi-headed chain flail again, but he played with the Vampiric Hand Axe for quite a while, growing more and more fond of this weapon.
On that day, Miss Menilman didn't arrive at Kilmainham Prison until noon and immediately assigned Charles an extremely heavy load of paperwork, making him busily spin around on his first day of the new job.
Originally, Charles had been somewhat looking forward to working overtime with his senior, but by evening, he just wanted to find a place to sleep well, even if it was on a stone floor.
This hectic pace lasted for a week and three days until Menilman, having wrapped up her paperwork, gave Charles a day off, and he was able to leave his new post and go home for the first time.
When Charles left Kilmainham Prison, he deeply felt that, whether on Earth or in another world, being able to finish work on time was indeed a kind of happiness among men.
Back at the Savings Club apartment, he had a good sleep.
The next day, after getting up.
Having filled his stomach somewhat, Charles left the Savings Club apartment and headed straight for his alma mater—Sheffield University.
Charles's intent was not to revisit his alma mater and relive the good old days.
He was planning to take a look at the weapon market near Sheffield University.
As a prison guard, it was impossible not to carry weapons; doing so would make him stand out as an oddity, and the weapon market near Sheffield University was relatively known for good quality at low prices.
Charles, unusually, chose not to take the public horse carriage but to walk.
The weapon market near Sheffield University, catering mainly to the students of Sheffield University and the nearby residents,
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Back in his university days, Charles often wandered around this area, although he seldom bought anything, he was quite familiar with the place. At that time, there was no need for personal weapons since the school provided training weapons, and he was not a martial enthusiast, lacking the need to purchase personal weapons.
When he arrived at the weapons market, Charles, like an old hand, wandered around for a while, lingered in front of a second-hand weapon shop, and then stepped through its doors.
He remembered that this shop often had good second-hand items, but the shopkeeper was always ripping people off, and their reputation wasn't too good.
The owner of the shop did not remember Charles, a customer who had never made a purchase, and greeted him with a beaming smile, "We have the best weapons in Strasbourg. Whether you're looking for a rapier, a saber, or a knight's spear, shields, we've got everything you need, all of the highest quality."
Charles snorted coldly in his mind, thinking, "Your shop specializes in buying and selling second-hand weapons, selling substandard goods as premium ones, and you don't even have your own workshop to make weapons. What 'best quality' are you talking about? It's just to deceive the outsiders."
Without calling out the shopkeeper's trick, he smiled slightly and said, "I need a pistol, or perhaps a cane, do you have any good recommendations?"
The shopkeeper instantly lost interest. It was hard to get a good price for second-hand pistols, as brand new ones were inexpensive, with fairly transparent pricing.
As for canes, what was there to get excited about with a few Sheng Dings worth of business?
He called over a clerk and said, "This is our best staff member. Please let him recommend some suitable weapons for you."
This played right into Charles's hands. The shopkeeper was cunning and difficult to deal with, but his clerks were easier to handle.
Charles ignored the clerk, who kept on recommending worthless items non-stop, and took a round in the shop. He was somewhat disappointed; it seemed there was nothing of good value to pick up cheaply this time.
Just as Charles was about to leave the shop to try another weapon store, his eyes lit up; he saw a dusty rapier, carelessly placed in a corner among a group of other rapiers.
He strode over, picked up the rapier, and drew it slightly, looking at it only once, he laughed and said, "A fake antique, huh?"
The clerk hurriedly said, "This is a genuine antique, sir, you really know your stuff!"
Charles couldn't help but grin and said, "If it truly is a relic from the Sherlock Dynasty, it would have to be priced in Aegeus. Do you really plan to give me a price in Aegeus?"
The clerk hesitated for a while before saying, "It's definitely genuine, I can't possibly let you have it for less than five Fu Ers."
Charles tossed the rapier back to its place and said, "I'll give you no more than fifty Sheng Dings."
Seeing Charles not very keen on the "antique sword," the clerk, his enthusiasm faded, ready to walk away, couldn't help but say, "Even if it's a fake antique, it can't be so cheap. Three Fu Ers and fifty Sheng Dings is the biggest sincerity of our shop, it can't be any less."
Charles waved his hand, ready to leave, the clerk gritted his teeth and called out, "One Fu Er, one Fu Er! Sir, this is really a discount, there can't be any cheaper."
Charles left an address and walked away with his head held high.
As a formal government official with a fixed residence, he was entitled to place orders and make payment upon delivery, not necessarily having to pay on the spot.
Charles, a graduate of Sheffield University, had received a rigorous liberal arts education.
The Sherlock Dynasty, also known as the Magic Dynasty, was famous throughout the known world for its magic rapiers. Later, it was annihilated by King Akser, and the craft of the Sherlock Dynasty's magic rapiers was lost.
The antique rapiers from the Sherlock Dynasty that are still in circulation are each considered masterpieces and are priced in Gold Aegeus.
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