Mystery: Shadow of Order

"Thank you very much, Mr. Adrian, what do you need me to do?"

Rawls gave Jurgen a satisfied look, slowly stirred the steaming marquis black tea brought by his personal servant Morris, and said with a smile:

"Of course, the firm can't give this money in vain. You need to pay something, and these things will be drawn up into an agreement. After all, we are professionals."

Jurgen nodded, which was reasonable.

"Ten years, you have to work in the firm for at least ten years after graduation, you cannot go to other firms to work, and the salary is the same as that of other barristers. Of course, if you are willing to pay five times the amount of funding, you can breach the contract. The specific contract can also be negotiated. , this one cannot be changed."

Rawls took a sip of the maroon tea soup. This agreement is not particularly strict for Party B, and it can barely achieve a win-win situation.

The reason why Lincoln College was chosen for the layout first was because of Grandma Jurgen’s lung disease. If he stayed in Backlund, he might not be able to survive the smog incident.

But this factor is very small, it is more that Adrian and Lincoln College had a deal.

Rawls graduated from Lincoln College five years early, not only because he took the "lawyer" potion, he had an extraordinary talent in this area, and he paid enough compensation.

At the expense of recruiting 10 trainee lawyers every year, he promised to recruit the best trainee lawyers among them.

As one of the four colleges, trainee lawyers at the Lincoln School of Law are very popular in any law firm, but not Backlund.

Backlund is the economic and political center of Ruen, and it is only when he becomes famous here that he becomes famous. Backlund has three law schools, and Lincoln College is not among them, so it is naturally excluded from the other three.

It is true that Lincoln College has important influence in the Ruen area, especially in the northern region, but it has always wanted to enter Backlund, but with little success.

Although the four colleges have a long history, they have monopolized the lawyers and judges profession for more than a hundred years.

At most, Lincoln College only had barristers who became famous locally after graduation to break into the Backlund legal circle, but they would be resisted if they wanted to go further.

It was not until Rawls made a promise that the lawyers who graduated from Lincoln College had a long-term foothold.

Jurgen wanted to agree, but he was still shaken when he thought of his grandmother. Now he has no relatives except his grandmother, Mrs. Doris.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian. I really want to promise you, but my grandma has lung disease and can't stand the cold climate. Tingen is north of Backlund, I'm afraid my grandma won't be able to adapt to the climate there."

Rawls frowned, then smiled:

"Don't worry, the climate in Tingen is much better than that of Backlund, and the air should be fresh. And there is a magical doctor living in Tingen. Although he is not very good, he is very skilled in medicine and is especially good at the treatment of lung diseases. .

When this case is over, you can take your grandma to see a doctor in Tingen, and then feel the weather there. If your grandma fits in, wait until mid-September and I'll write a letter of recommendation for you. "

Jurgen could no longer maintain his composure, and he said excitedly:

"Really? Mr. Adrian, my grandmother's lung disease was not favored by many well-known doctors in Backlund."

"Of course." Rawls made an exaggerated gesture, "I have seen it with my own eyes. I will give you the address now. After the case is over tomorrow, you can take your grandma to Tingen. I will give you the One week's leave, pay as you go."

At this time, there is no paid vacation yet.

After speaking, Rawls tore a page from the notebook on the coffee table, scribbled the next address with a pen, and handed it to Jurgen:

"Rosen's Folk Herb Shop, 18 Vlad Street, East End, Tingen."

After Jurgen took it, he looked at the address above and was suddenly worried. The name was really not very good.

"Remember one thing, don't go to the door directly after you go, just treat it as a chance encounter. That pharmacist doesn't like others to see him directly. He is a man in his thirties and forties with a round face and short black hair. It doesn't sound good."

Jurgen breathed a sigh of relief. In this age when modern medicine has not yet started, many people still believe that some pharmacists are more skilled than doctors, especially those with bad attitudes.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Adrian." Jurgen bowed deeply.

Rawls helped Jurgen and smiled:

"No, you are my employee, this is what I should do."

"Then shall we continue?"

Rawls looked at Jurgen with a serious face on the opposite side. He was now more and more satisfied with this young man, even though Jurgen was three years older than him.

……

Rorsted Islands, Bayam, the city of generosity.

The hooded Alger Wilson stood anxiously at the door of "Craftsman" Sharf. He had been waiting for half an hour.

Alger, who was returning from the Tarot Club, reacted to the shock that Mr. Fool might be the incarnation of a certain god, and hurried to find Sharf.

If Sharf was not the "Craftsman" of Sequence 6, there might be a deadly mechanism hidden in his home. Alger would have used the ability of "Rage People" long ago to blow the door open with one punch.

Suddenly hearing footsteps, Alger frowned and quickly hid in a corner. But after hearing the familiar whistle and the lyrics of Xiasanlu~www.readwn.com~ his face became slightly clear, and then it became gloomy again.

"Craftsman" Scharf held a long wooden box and sang songs that the girls of "Red Theater" often sang. He couldn't remember the lyrics, so he whistled instead.

Taking out the key, Scharf's expression changed suddenly, he threw away the wooden box, and rolled to the side.

When he got up, he was already holding a necklace in his hand. At one end of the necklace was a transparent crystal ball the size of a thumb, as if countless stars were shining inside.

Alger, who suddenly appeared, stared stiffly at Sharf, who was holding the necklace. He felt his life was in danger on the crystal ball.

When Scharf saw that it was Alger, he put away the necklace, ran to the door, and carefully picked up the wooden box. Seeing that the lines on it were not damaged, he was relieved.

He turned his head to look at Alger, didn't say a word, just opened the door and went in.

In the room, the two of them tacitly did not mention what just happened, and Scharf asked:

"Does your friend agree? Forget it, he agrees or not. I'll start making it today."

He patted the long wooden box:

"Look, the materials have already arrived."

Alger has calmed down, he nodded and said:

"He agreed, 3,000 pounds."

Sharf's face returned to his previous style, and his tone was somewhat light:

"I actually want to use it myself, but as a craftsman, I always have to build things for others!"

Hearing the feeling of acting, Sharf also knows how to act. It can be seen from the actions just now that he does have a secret.

Alger didn't ask too much, who doesn't have a secret? He pointed to the long wooden box and asked:

"what is this?"

"The tail feathers of the Qiling bird."