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

Chapter 110 Opening of the Agency

At 9 Knight Road, Gordon looked at the notice about repaying his student loan again and again.

The letter came from the generous Secretary Elizabeth herself.

The main text was very polite, congratulating Gordon on his outstanding contributions to the Blackwater Comprehensive Investigation Project, thanking him for his tireless efforts for the Empire's cause, and finally telling him the designated repayment account, asking him to send the money before July 15.

In addition, the letter revealed Elizabeth's personal mailing address: 17 White Deer Avenue.

She hoped Gordon would write to her.

Elizabeth was concerned about Gordon's student loans, and also about who Gordon would use his brain for next.

"—Based on our previous interactions, I believe Mr. Vic possesses considerable insight, and I eagerly anticipate his valuable perspectives on various matters concerning the Logris Empire."

This statement was not simple, and Gordon realized its meaning.

In other words, the student loan can be repaid, but the Empire believes that Gordon's mind still has value.

It sounds like she intends to extract some useful resources from Gordon and invite him to offer policy advice to the Empire.

It's probably because Gordon described the Blackwater Hermitage as having caused the Empire a loss of 200 million gold pounds so well that it caught the attention of the Gentleman of the Palace, who also hopes that Gordon can come up with some new ideas.

This is Logris, Gordon said.

"After paying back 105 gold pounds, and deducting 10 gold pounds for daily expenses and renovations of the office, I'm left with 107 gold pounds." Gordon estimated that this windfall had given him half of his working capital.

He turned around and faced number nine Knightsway.

Now, the sign for "Cartret Demon Hunter Agency" has been put up, simple and sincere, replacing the original "Hopkins Dental Clinic".

"That's great," Gordon couldn't help but think. Student loans paid off, a new career was about to begin.

The first floor is still under renovation, and the smell of new furniture is coming from inside.

Gordon pushed open the door and went in.

Vera was fiddling with the placement of a long oak table, moving it around by hand.

She was never satisfied with any of the furniture she moved, including the sofa, coffee table, potted plants, and the newly bought rug.

"The student loan results are in." Gordon entered the room.

Vera threw the table down.

"how?"

"They decided to let me go if I returned the 105 gold pounds, 1 silver pound, and 28 copper cents to them."

"Then there should be a hundred gold pounds left."

"Yes." Gordon wearily placed the bill that had been attached to the letter on the table.

Vera walked over and glanced at the various fees: account maintenance fees, postage, principal, interest—wealth was intertwined, constantly generating additional costs invisibly.

Vera did a quick calculation: after setting aside thirty gold pounds as emergency funds, she had seventy gold pounds left that she could use.

"Damn it," Vera concluded. "We still have to call the agency 'GG' and buy supplies."

"On the contrary, I think it's good." Gordon held up a finger. "After paying off the money, there's less psychological pressure. With a bit more free time in my mind, I can face the world more easily and live our little life well."

On the counter were piles of paper and ink that the firm would use in the future. Gordon took out a sheet and began to write a repayment notice, preparing to send it out along with the money.

"I, Gordon Vic, hereby formally repay all student loans and related fees —"

In that case, he would personally eliminate the student loan problem.

Gordon looked at the letter and the pile of money beside him, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't express his current feelings.

Looking at the still deserted demon hunter agency that Vera had worked so hard to renovate, he now felt like he had started from scratch.

"Now, let's start making money for ourselves." After writing the repayment letter, Gordon wrote down the scope of the Demon Hunter Agency's commission on the paper.

Dealing with demonic entities, inspecting contaminated sites, searching for missing persons, identifying source materials—these are just some of the various fee-charging services.

In particular, Gordon wouldn't easily help others refine their own source materials, but his ability to identify them would certainly make them rich.

Too many people in Lundnim don't know what use the source matter they have, and Gordon is happy to help them avoid tragedy.

While Gordon was researching the fee-based projects, Vera arranged the first floor.

After the dentist left, he left behind some furniture that was difficult to move. She moved several sofas together, facing a low coffee table, and placed potted plants around them to enhance their vitality.

Once Gordon posted the fee schedule on the wall, the first floor looked like a real office, but it still lacked the most important thing: customers.

The two of them thought of the same thing at the same time and exchanged a glance.

"Hmm—that's fine too." Vera turned her head to look at the dark street outside.

"What's wrong?"

"I need to prepare myself mentally. If someone comes, I'm not sure if I can help them." Vera sat opposite Gordon. "If it's just about hunting demons, you only need to consider speed and ruthlessness. But citizens have all sorts of problems."

"So we'll do it together," Gordon encouraged. "There's nothing in this world we can't solve together."

"What if no one comes?"

"Countless people die, attacks, and supernatural threats every day in Lundnium. As long as we have even a tiny bit of this market, we'll be fine."

"I need to kill some monsters to get back into the swing of things. It wasn't good that you wouldn't let me go the other day." Vera shook her arm.

Gordon knew she was referring to that night at Green Shade Mansion.

Since the battle of Golden Oak Manor, she has enjoyed a hard-won peace for a long time, but this peace is not what Vera wanted.

Sometimes she worried that she was neglecting her duties and might not be able to protect Gordon or this hard-won life.

"I'm sure there will be. This is Lundnim, after all."

Vera agreed.

Then, she thought of something even more complicated.

"I don't know how to manage—a life together," she said hesitantly. "I mean, a life that might last for decades."

Combat? That's too easy. Either the monster dies, or she dies.

Life, however, is different; it's simply about quietly accumulating things each day. They will face bills, arguments, and... together in the future.

Commissions and future plans.

She didn't know how they were going to spend ten, twenty, or even more years together, and she couldn't even imagine what they would be doing at this time next year.

"That's alright. Let's survive first, learn how to live, and learn together how to face the future." Gordon's voice softened. "We might make mistakes together, fall into difficulties together, and get angry with each other. Of course, we'll also climb out together. If we don't have enough money, we'll earn more; if the house is broken, we'll fix it; if guests don't come, we'll just call it quits. We don't need to be perfect from the start."

Vera was quiet for a while.

"Aww."

She said she listened.

Gordon looked around.

The fee schedule is up, the sign is hanging on the door, and the money to repay the student loan is ready.

And so a new life began, plain and clumsy, carrying the smell of sawdust and new furniture.

"Soon some unfortunate souls will need our help," Gordon said, standing up. "Our first job right now is to keep both of us happy—"

"Use all your strength."

"Definitely." He carried Vera upstairs, and Vera wrapped her arms around Gordon's neck, beginning to enjoy life.

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