Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Chapter 105 Gordon's Eyes and Ears

In Charlotte's greenhouse, Mouse seemed much more normal after wearing a collar.

Gordon neither liked nor disliked the mouse stick, but was mainly worried that it had too much autonomy and hoped that the mouse stick would play its due role and not be used as a freeloader.

Now, with Eve's "suppressor," it seems that Mouse Bar has truly become a useful little happy mouse companion.

"Why are you making that face? Don't glare at me. Be happy about the future." Gordon poked the mouse.

"It just put on a mysterious collar," Charlotte reminded her.

"Therefore, we should remain optimistic, as this will lead to higher work efficiency."

"Chirp chirp." The rat touched the black collar around its neck, trying to pry it open with its claws.

The collar remained completely still.

Gordon observed it closely. It was made of leather, very smooth, and had small metal hinges inside. It was flexible and would not choke the rat's throat, nor would it hinder the rat's growth.

"Interesting stuff," Gordon agreed.

"I like country mice," Eve said, a smirk playing on her lips.

"—The Wild Hunt's technology?" Vera frowned.

"What is that?" Gordon vaguely felt that he had heard it somewhere before.

"They are hunters who travel through the night sky, usually leaving before dawn, riding some kind of creature through the clouds, chasing and fighting for their prey—some records suggest they have their own lairs and no fixed abode in the mortal world," Eve described softly.

"They're hardly human, and they gorge on the essence of bestiality." Vera pressed her forehead. "If it weren't for you, I would have joined them sooner or later."

"Sounds dangerous—" Gordon examined it again. The spiritual radiance of the Wild Hunt's equipment was also quite peculiar, giving off a chill.

Gordon enters Mouse's furniture castle.

Besides the rows of brass cages that were already there, there were also sofas, coffee tables, cabinets, and stolen bread baskets and forks.

Tablecloths, and copper vases, etc.

"Rat," Gordon said, hands behind his back, beginning his lecture to Rat. "You stole furniture, soiled the carpets, caused serious emotional distress to the servants, and damaged the reputation of the Monford family. In conclusion, from this day forward, you are the most indebted rat in all of Lundenim, and all you have left to pay off is your tail."

"Tail!" Ratcliff hugged his own tail.

"You can pay your debts with—labor. Work for me. Trade your labor for freedom. Haven't you heard of that?"

"Labor." Rat was worried about having to perform somersaults again, so it quickly crawled away.

"How do we call them back?" Charlotte raised her hand and looked around.

"Each collar has a corresponding Return Charm. As long as we don't unlock it, it can't escape. Now I'll teach you." Eve raised a finger, tapped it in the air, and recited a few words of the secret script used by the Wild Hunt.

Gordon listened to the audio that Eve whispered. The essence of sound is vibration, so although the content was obscure, he was able to reproduce it in general.

The collar on the rat emitted a crimson demonic light. Its body trembled, and it moved backward, its claws pawing forward, its tail slapping the ground with a desperate sound, as if it were being dragged back by an invisible demonic rope, returning to Gordon and Eve's feet.

Gordon was very satisfied.

Judging from its previous performance, it is highly intelligent and can swim and dive, making it very suitable for being sent to scout the underground world of Lundenim, investigate the fishman settlement, and find Olivia's hiding place.

In this way, it was undoubtedly Gordon's first informant.

"You can explore those places that are unsuitable for human contact," Gordon patted it. "If you behave well, you'll get food. You have the entire Lundnium underworld to roam, go into the sewers and listen for songs, see if there are any wet-footed people."

"grumble."

"But you can't just go near monsters you can't defeat, and you can't bring back whatever you see. You have to come back once a week to report for duty; if you don't come back, we'll call you back."

The mouse didn't understand all the meaning, but one concept made it quite happy: it could go out for a stroll.

"Chirp chirp." Mouse bowed to Gordon. "Prepayment is required."

"Here, your signing fee." Gordon handed it a piece of cheese.

The rat picked up the stick and went to eat it.

It began to seriously study its career development path and life plan.

For now, it still wants to see the outside world. Perhaps it's too big for a mouse, but it's worth the effort to explore.

Moreover, Gordon has made it quite clear how to advance and retreat, and what to do and what not to do.

It felt that Gordon's stuff was a potential partner.

"Mr. Vic is willing to talk to a mouse so clearly," Eve observed carefully.

"This is about establishing an employment relationship. If the investigation doesn't clarify the situation, it will usually develop into a disappearance."

After finishing the rat meat stick, it also figured things out and crawled off to investigate the underground world of Lundenim.

After sending the rats away to deal with the wet-footed man, the servants were finally able to come in and clean.

They carried brushes, buckets, and buckets of makeshift disinfectant, preparing to sweep away all the mouse hairs.

Thus, the room ended all its relationship with rodents and will henceforth resume its original function as a garden greenhouse.

As a result, the Monford family finally had one less piece of living space occupied by the mutated rats.

"Well then, I'll take my leave now." Eve gazed at the city lights coming on in the distance. "Nighttime can easily lead to misunderstandings and fatigue—"

"It's alright." Charlotte keenly sensed Eve's subtle need, and she turned to the servants and gave them a few instructions, "Turn on the lights."

Soon, one by one, the gas lamps in the corridors and rooms lit up, hissing and shining brightly.

financial resources!

Eve wanted to say she didn't need care, but seeing so many bright lights, she didn't refuse.

"I'm sorry for the trouble." Eve bowed slightly to Charlotte.

"The Monford family isn't short of money for gas," Charlotte said calmly, then began making arrangements. "Dinner should also be prepared. Gordon will sit next to me. Miss Grant will sit in the second seat, and Vera will sit to my left. The head of the household's seat will be reserved."

No one had any objections to this.

Eve was more impressed with Charlotte.

My first impression of her was that she was innocent and cute. But perhaps that was just—a side she reserved for Gordon?

They arrived at the Montfort family's dining room.

A cream-colored tablecloth covered the long table, and the fireplace was not lit because it was summer. Portraits of the first nine Earls of Montfort lined the walls, giving the room a dignified air.

[Aged cheese. Older than all of you combined.]

Caviar. Fish roe is more expensive than the fish itself.

Roast suckling pig. For some reason, it always has an apple in its mouth.

Gordon used a fork to scoop out the apple and tasted it carefully.

It's really good; the flavor has a stronger aroma of pork cracklings than regular apples.

Vera then dragged the tray of the whole suckling pig to her front.

Then, their conversation quickly turned to Green Shade Mansion.

Charlotte clearly knew a lot of information; she didn't go into details, but only how the information was distorted.

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