A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 42 Where Are We Going, Dad?

"What do you mean disappeared?"

Quinn was puzzled: "What does this have to do with hiring me?"

Yes, I am trading A-shares, but you can’t just assume that you are seeing a fall when you see me.

"It's only been three years since Amamiya Ningning joined Grindelwald, and she's already had fifteen assistants. Isn't that strange?" Borna said as they ate. "The assistants she hired are all world-class divination masters. You know, with Grindelwald, everyone's vying to get in, only to be kicked out in disgrace after a short while."

Quinn frowned slightly.

As a Muggle, he had no desire for Grindelwald's teaching position, and he had no idea how valuable this position was. However, he was worried that if he was expelled before long, he would no longer be able to contact the two suspected heroes.
"What was the reason for being kicked out?"

"Who knows... Every assistant coach has helped her find someone. If they can't find one, they'll probably be fired," Borna said with emotion. "The rumors about her being eccentric and difficult to serve are all spread by the assistant coaches. Talented arcanists are all eccentrics, after all. Oh, sorry, no offense."

Quinn didn't care, instead he agreed with this statement.

"What kind of person is her father? A country bumpkin? Why is Amamiya Ningning so persistent in looking for him?"

"I really don't know."

Borna put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth politely with a handkerchief. The rudeness of a gangster and the habits of an upper-class gentleman coexisted in him.

"Whether searching through underground channels or in the newspapers, there's no information about her father. Lord Cavendish's beauty is unrivaled in the southern continent, and even King Roan was once her suitor, yet there's no news of such a person getting married."

"There are no photos, no names, no records. It's not a deliberate cover-up, but there really isn't one. There isn't even anyone who knew her father. People even suspect Amamiya Nene is the illegitimate daughter of Lord Cavendish."

It was as if he were telling an urban legend.

"Then why do you say his father is a country boy?"

Quinn found his blind spot. Since he used the word "countryside" to describe it, he must know where his hometown is, right?

"This rumor came from the academy. Maybe there's someone there who knows her father."

Borna explained to Quinn, "Grindelwald's faculty are divided into those trained by the school and those invited by invitation. Only assistant teachers are occasionally hired from outside. Most of the faculty members are former students, but Amamiya Ningning is one of the few who was directly invited by the head of the Divination Department."

Quinn nodded slightly, taking note of the information.

"Are you really not going to eat?"

"No." Quinn maintained his aloof personality.

In addition to steak, there are also pan-fried Chocobo leg steaks and cheese-baked Swift Crab on the table. The main course is butter and garlic roasted baby potatoes with tender asparagus.

This is the most anthropomorphic meal I've ever had since arriving in another world.

But I can't eat this. Who knows if Borna put any drugs in it? Even if I, Quinn, starve to death, die outside, or jump out of the window, I would rather not eat anything from the gangsters!
"Don't be so reserved," Borna said nonchalantly. "We, the Golden Wind, are different from other gangs. The boss said, 'We should develop the gang with business logic.' We prioritize our reputation, never resort to underhanded tactics, and never fire the first shot. This is the fundamental reason we've grown to such a size in just three years."

He didn't force Quinn to eat. Borna understood Quinn's vigilance. In fact, he thought it was a good thing.

If Quinn acted like a fool, he would think that this guy was unreliable. After all, if he was caught stealing the Star Flower, not only would Quinn be doomed, but Golden Wind would be doomed as well.

No matter how well the Golden Wind develops, it is nothing more than a gang organization that fights and makes trouble in the city, while Grindelwald is an arcane temple that even the country dares not provoke. The difference between the two is like that between an ant and an elephant.

Isn't the Church of Light awesome? They have churches in every city in the world, except for Eswatini, because Grindelwald chased them away, and the Church doesn't even give a damn.

It would be enough to crush a gangster and send a few students out.

Borna wasn't worried at all that Quinn wouldn't cooperate. He was a genius. Anyone who could easily finish a test like that must have mental strength several times greater than an average person. He was only twenty-four, and even if he practiced meditation daily, he wouldn't be able to reach that level. There was only one reason: talent.

He was a natural born arcanist, someone who wouldn't let his talents go unnoticed. While each arcanist might be eccentric in their own way, they were all completely united in their obsession: the arcane was their only focus.

The academy does not allocate too many resources to teaching assistants, and Quinn's talent is not enough to attract attention in Grindelwald - there are geniuses everywhere, so he needs money.

In the arcane world, there is a famous saying: Arcane is the art of using light - using up all the money.

Talent can bring about ability, but talent alone is definitely not enough to become a powerful arcanist. Even the most talented person must constantly try and fail. The materials required to study the arcane are extraordinary. If you want to advance further in your studies, you need countless gold pounds and resources as stepping stones.

Powerful arcanists are all a combination of high-level intellectuals and capitalists; they cannot succeed without either of them.

Quinn wasn't a professional, nor did he belong to the Clock Tower or the Ministry of Magic. He didn't want to be bound by the state or the aristocracy, and his residence was a testament to his plight. Golden Wind had come across many such arcanists, always willing to sacrifice some of their morals and principles in exchange for wealth.

"I'll consider cooperating with you," Quinn's tone turned cold again. "But before that, you have to explain how you found my place. Don't talk about a chance encounter. Be sincere."

Borna raised his eyebrows and said slowly:

"…If you lived in Eastville, we might not be able to find you so quickly. But you live in Westville, Mr. Quinn. Please believe that the Golden Wind is everywhere in Westville. If we want to see you, we will naturally find you."

"So there's an informant. Who is it?"

Quinn had a vague guess in his mind.

"I can't say that, even if it means ruining our deal." Borna smiled. "That's the rule. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here today."

".Tsk."

Quinn stood up unhappily, "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

"Wait, Mr. Quinn."

Borna pulled out a long, beautifully packaged box from under the table and gently placed it in front of Quinn.

"Congratulations on joining Grindelwald. This is a gift from our boss. Whether the deal goes through or not, we hope to have you as our friend."

(End of this chapter)