The aroma of food drifted through the guild's dining hall at noon. Holding his tray, Klein scanned the day's menu-pan-fried cod with mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, and unlimited oat bread.
"This is much better than cooking for myself..." He cut off a piece of fish and popped it into his mouth contentedly.
The guild cafeteria's food was hardly exquisite, but knowing one thing-that it was free-was enough to make it beat everything else.
Klein ate his free lunch while thinking about the assignment Charles had given him.
After all, if he completed this assignment successfully, he might earn over two hundred pounds. Such a high return demanded careful consideration.
"Two hundred pounds. I might not earn that much even if I found hundreds of cats."
Yesterday, he had carefully studied the information on a man named Emlyn White and found a few suspicious points. He planned to visit Emlyn's address that afternoon to look into things.
If he still failed to find any clues, he would have to try divination.
Finding a person and finding a cat were both searches. There probably wasn't much difference.
"I need a full stomach to get any work done."
Just as he was considering getting another bowl of soup, a tall, thin man wearing round glasses sat down opposite him.
Klein looked up. He knew the man before him. His name was Sean, and he was another new detective in the guild. Since they were both newcomers, they had chatted a few times and were fairly familiar with each other.
"Sherlock, there you are." The man pushed up his slipping glasses. "There's a case discussion coming up, organized by Old John. Want to join us?"
Old John, that veteran detective? Klein became interested and put down his fork. Old John was one of the