At Klein's words, Roy King's expression shifted several times. Then he placed a hand over his chest and bowed.
"On behalf of our organization, thank you for your help. I'm personally grateful to you and Her Highness for rescuing me as well..."
Only then did he open his eyes and look at his student Darkwill, silently asking what had happened.
Darkwill took the cue. "His fee was 1,000 pounds... but I only had a little over 300, so that's all I could pay upfront. I'm afraid the rest is up to you..."
Roy King's mouth twitched. "I don't have any money on me either..."
As Gehrman's expression grew steadily colder, the Demigod of the Life School of Thought seemed to think of something. "But I can pay another way..."
"How?" Klein didn't want to press a Demigod too hard, even if the man knew there was an Angel behind him, and even if the chairman of the Life School of Thought's council might have to call him "uncle"...
If he hadn't needed to maintain Gehrman's persona, he might even have let Roy owe him the money for now.
"I could use what I saw in your..." Roy King suddenly recalled the terrifying sight he had seen on Klein and swallowed the rest of his words. After a moment's hesitation, he patted his student Darkwill on the shoulder and led him to the window. Pointing to a narrow alley outside, he said, "Go downstairs to that alley. When you see the first person enter it, use your special talent to insult him a few times, then bring him upstairs."
"Teacher, what's this for?" Darkwill was so baffled that he even forgot to object to the description of his "special talent."
"Just do as I say. Hurry!" Roy King said sharply.
"Yes."