Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Magree remained peaceful and serene.

Months passed, and the horrific massacre did not affect the residents of Maggrave.

This matter was suppressed by a concerted effort from multiple parties, and many residents were completely unaware of it.

It was a cloudy day, and Margrave was rather cold in January, especially with the light rain making the temperature even lower.

An old Ford was parked on the side of the road. The door opened, and Chief Inspector Finley, dressed in a thick sweater and a black overcoat, walked to the door carrying a bag, looking quite energetic.

She rang the doorbell, and after a while the door opened, revealing Roseco's figure.

Roseco had short blonde hair and was dressed casually in a sweater and pants.

Finley wasn't surprised to see Roseco at Matthew's house; Roseco had been coming over to clean frequently during the months Matthew was away.

"You're a bit late."

Roseco glanced at Finley, stepped aside, and gave him a subtle rebuke.

"I can't help it, the eggs, vegetables, and meat you made me buy all need to wait in line, they're incredibly popular." Finley said, lifting the bag full of groceries with an air of entitlement.

He wasn't delayed by anything else.

He cannot accept this accusation.

Roseco didn't care about anything else. She took the bag Finley handed her and went back to the kitchen. She was going to be busy from now on.

Finley didn't mind being "neglected." After changing into slippers in the entryway, he took off his coat and casually hung it on a hanger in the living room.

After scanning the room and not finding the person in question, she walked to the kitchen and, watching Roseco prepare the ingredients, asked, "Matthew went to Mount Carmel again?"

Matthew returned to Magreve two weeks ago, and it was Roseco who told him the news.

When Daniel was murdered and Matthew subsequently retaliated by killing the participants in the murder, Finley's performance earned Roseco's trust, so when Matthew returned to the town, Roseco did not hide anything from him.

Of course, there's no need to hide it.

After all, that incident has been definitively settled, and no one will cause any further trouble.

Finley had even heard about some of Matthew's affairs, such as how Matthew often went to the mountains alone when he had nothing to do.

Finley wasn't quite sure what Matthew was doing, but he certainly didn't think Matthew was just bored and went hunting.

He wisely refrained from investigating the matter.

"Hmm, they should be back in a little while," Rose responded to Finley as she efficiently prepared the ingredients.

During their conversation, they heard a noise outside the door. Finley turned around and looked down the doorway; Matthew had returned.

"Hey, Inspector Finley."

Matthew's voice was still as clean and clear as ever, but it had gained a touch more composure and confidence.

His facial features also seemed to have matured a lot, making him even more handsome and dashing.

There was also an indescribable air of authority about him.

If the Matthew of that time was still immature, the Matthew I haven't seen for more than half a year now has matured.

Matthew changed into slippers, casually hung his coat on the hanger, and walked in.

"You've grown taller."

Finley looked Matthew up and down and laughed. The usually composed and capable Finley felt a strange flutter in his heart when he saw the boy again.

This feeling of palpitation is like an ordinary person facing a sleeping lion, instinctively feeling a sense of fear.

This feeling is very subtle.

"After all, it's a time when they're growing." Matthew patted Finley on the shoulder, a gesture that surprised Finley.

Matthew ignored Finley's thoughts.

After greeting Roseco in the kitchen, he went to the refrigerator, opened it, took out a can of beer and tossed it to Finley, then grabbed a can of beer for himself and started drinking.

"Um, the temperature is minus eight degrees Celsius now."

Finley hurriedly caught the can of ice-cold beer that was thrown to him, offering a helpless suggestion.

"I didn't notice, sorry, there's a case of room temperature beer over there." Matthew nonchalantly opened an ice-cold beer, took a big gulp, and gestured to Finley.

Roseco had already finished sorting the ingredients in the kitchen. Hearing the sound of a beer can being opened, she immediately came out and pulled a can from a case of beer she had bought.

She handed a can to Finley, rolling her eyes at her brat as she did so: "You think Finley's body's as monstrous as yours?"

Roseco is now Matthew's closest friend.

As an apprentice trained by her adoptive father Daniel, she usually had a good relationship with Matthew, much like siblings.

Because Roseco had no relatives, she had long regarded Daniel and Matthew as her family.

So if there's anyone in this world she still cares about, Roseco might be one of them.

There's only one left now.

Therefore, their manner of speaking and conversing was completely lacking in politeness.

Seeing the familial interaction between Roseco and Matthew, Finley smiled as well.

In fact, Finley had mixed feelings about Matthew; he sympathized with Matthew's plight.

However, Finley does not entirely agree with the bloodshed caused by Matthew. He is a follower of the law and, if possible, prefers to use the law to punish criminals.

At the same time, Finley was well aware that these problems with Kleiner and within the police department could not be resolved through legal means.

This is already an abscess; to burst it and cut it off, we would have to use methods outside the law.

Matthew just happened to demonstrate this method to remove the abscess.

Finley himself was a complex person, after all, many things have two sides.

The dinner went well. Finley wasn't a loner; on the contrary, he sometimes had a Black sense of humor and wasn't rude, so Roseco and Finley got along quite well.

As for Matthew, he was more like a listener.

Although he has lived two lives, he is still not as experienced as Finley. Some of Finley's past experiences sound quite interesting.

After eating and drinking to one's heart's content.

On the living room sofa, Matthew looked at Finley: "Have you ever thought about leaving here?"

"No, I'm used to it here, and I like it here. I'm too old now, and I've lost that drive I used to have." Finley understood the implication in Matthew's words, so he shook his head.

"Is that so? But I can sense the resentment in your heart."

Matthew chuckled softly and leaned back on the sofa: "You're unwilling because you've seen the decay of this country's system, you've seen too much darkness, but you're powerless to change it."

Finley fell silent.

"Perhaps you should try a different way of living, Finley." Matthew said meaningfully, his eyes behind Finley's glasses reflecting Matthew's face, lost in thought.

After a long while, Finley took his leave.

Only Matthew and Roseco remained at home.

"So, what do you want to do?" At this moment, Roseco brought over two cups of freshly brewed hot coffee, handed one to Matthew, and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He was an idealist, but he was not suited for this country."

Matthew took the coffee and sipped it.

"Wow, you look like some kind of scholar," Roseco teased Matthew.

Matthew ignored this and looked seriously at Roseco: "So, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Roseco also became serious.

"I won't hesitate, Matthew."

"Welcome to my team, Roseco."