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

Chapter 106 Heart-to-Heart Talk in the Garden

In the restaurant, Charlotte recounts how everyone views the Green Manor incident.

"People have started talking about Greenwood Mansion. The citizens are more interested in the romantic escapades, and the nobles are wondering who's been arrested. At least three baronesses have asked me indirectly if I've seen Mr. Vic—" Charlotte said while cutting foie gras.

"What did they ask?" Gordon asked curiously.

"I heard that your family has a good relationship with that investigator."

"A few months ago, when I appeared in front of them, I would have been treated as just another random passerby," Gordon lamented.

"You're no longer an ordinary person. Your name, and that investigator Martin Hott's name, often appear together."

"I don't care, I roughly know what they'll say about me. What about Martin?"

"It's said he turned down several offers of promotion, preferring to go to the scene alone, I don't know why. He shouldn't actually be a regular investigator anymore, but he said things like, 'Going to the scene is a lot of fun'—and so on." Charlotte spread the rumor.

"I see—" Gordon found it amazing.

Some say you are an extension of the emperor's will.

"That sounds long."

"Yes, the Emperor's blade. It's becoming increasingly difficult for people to simply see you as a student," Charlotte said, glancing at him sideways.

Gao Deng pondered.

"Mr. Vic, this means more resources, but it also brings you more enemies," Eve said softly. "In the world of Lundnim, positioning is paramount. An investigator is a profession that operates in the sunlight."

"It's alright, I prefer to take the right path. The right path is wide and broad, and there's a reimbursement process. If there's a main road to take, why would anyone take a side road?" Gordon explained.

"————" Vera thought for a moment. Gordon obviously knew how to skip the back if he could just go from the front.

"Oh, oh." Charlotte took a small sip of sherry. "Miss Grant is also Professor Winslow's student—in that case, let's all go see Professor Winslow tomorrow."

"Very good. Vera's test—"

"Go see the professor in the morning. Come see me in the afternoon," Vera said.

"I will definitely be there," Gordon promised.

Vera ate very restrainedly.

Today is the last day of abstinence. She needs to get herself into the best possible condition to pass tomorrow's test, and then let Gordon take flight tomorrow night.

With a clear strategy and a well-defined path, let's proceed accordingly.

After my internship ends, I can continue to stand by Gordon's side as a professional hunter.

After dinner, Charlotte arranged rooms for them, then changed into light blue pajamas and asked Gordon to meet her in the garden.

The fact that she came to him in her pajamas was very damaging to Gordon.

The summer night was sultry, and cicadas chirped all around. Gordon and Charlotte lay on wicker chairs, gazing at the starry sky.

"What are you looking at? There aren't any stars." Charlotte looked up.

"I don't know why, but it seems like every summer night, boys start telling girls about the summer love triangle," Gordon observed carefully.

The night sky over Lundnim was hazy, with only a crescent moon hanging high in the sky. Forget the Great Triangle; even seeing three stars was difficult.

"Then watch me."

Gordon turned to look at her. Her pajamas were a unique color, a light lake blue, with an embroidered collar.

"This is incredible. You are about to enter a wondrous world of source matter."

"certainly."

"Oh, right—the Lundenim Source Exchange. Could you help me order source material? What's the trading situation like there?" Gordon thought of this.

"Most of the source material is monopolized by the Duke's family, leaving only a small marginal quota—perhaps we can lock in a batch of small source material that they don't want, but the quality will be very average."

"It's alright, I'm the king of turning trash into treasure."

Charlotte smiled.

She did some mental calculations and figured she could probably secure a batch of source material quotas after the ceremony, catching the window of opportunity this year.

"Okay," Charlotte agreed.

"But I still have to say, the world of source matter—it's terrifying, full of danger and the unknown. If you go too deep, you might forget why you came in in the first place."

"I know why you want to become stronger; you said you want to protect me."

"I know why you want the Source Matter; you don't want me to walk alone in the darkness."

"Isn't this a vicious cycle?" Charlotte realized. "If you had decided on an ordinary life from the start, you wouldn't have bothered exploring dangerous things. And then I wouldn't have had the idea of ​​taking risks. Everything could have been so peaceful—"

"I missed you in a mundane way."

Gordon reached out and tapped lightly between the two men.

Charlotte took a deep breath.

"My current identity and status are all thanks to the Source. I am now an Ability User, Charlotte, although it is limited to releasing a single thread. But this thread has earned me the opportunity to lie under the same gazebo as you," Gordon said.

Charlotte curled up even tighter.

Yes, that's how things are; it's extremely difficult for a commoner to get close to a noble lady.

Thinking of this, Charlotte felt a vague emotion, a mixture of sympathy and pity, though she knew that someone like Gordon didn't need her pity at all.

But how could Charlotte ignore the hardships Gordon had endured along the way?

"I don't want you to come to me alone, I will come to you too." She reached out and wiped Gordon's face with the back of her hand.

"I know. Oh, Charlotte—"

"Let's go on a trip afterwards. If the summer ceremony goes smoothly, I won't have anything to worry about, and we can go out and have a good time for a few days, just you and me."

"Go out to sea?" Gordon thought of the ocean. He had already had many epiphanies at Lundnim Central Station, and if he really went out to sea on the turbulent waves, he would surely have amazing and huge gains.

"The sea." Charlotte's eyes brightened.

"What ideas do you have? You know more about tourism than I do."

"Off the coast of Logris Island, the Shire Islands, about a half-day boat ride. We'll charter a boat there."

"Have you been there?"

"No. That's what makes it meaningful; it's a small footprint that the two of us left together in the world."

"Will the Earl agree?"

“I am an adult,” Charlotte waved her hand, “and the Monford family has a safe and beautiful steamship.”

Her mind was already drifting to the Shire Islands described by the travel printmaker GG: white coastlines, lighthouses, blue bays, hills and woodlands, fresh sea urchins, crabs and huge shellfish in the harbor, and eels sliced ​​open and seasoned with lemon and sea salt —

Charlotte crossed her bare feet, lost in thought about her trip with Gordon, then leaned back in the wicker chair and fell asleep, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

Gordon rose and gestured to the maids, who brought a thin blanket to cover Charlotte. Gordon sat down beside her, thought for a moment, and then closed his eyes as well.

Two wicker chairs are placed side by side in the garden, like two small boats in a sea of ​​flowers.