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

Deep inside the sofa, Charlotte lay on top of Gordon.

Gordon was still reeling from the words, “You were part of my life all along,” feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Those well-proportioned, full breasts pressed against the Gordon suit, soft and warm.

Charlotte was also immersed in deep joy and wanted this moment to last forever.

It was too noisy and chaotic outside, and there were all sorts of people with ulterior motives. Inside, there were only the two of them, a soft enough sofa, and the sweet kiss that had just taken place.

This moment could have lasted a long time.

Charlotte realized that this moment could no longer be maintained in a dignified manner.

She lowered her head and looked at Gordon.

"Gordon".

"hold head high?"

"You..." Charlotte bit her lip, "What are you doing?"

not good.

Gordon lifted Charlotte up.

There is clearly something in this world that is very honest.

"I."

"..." Charlotte clutched her stomach and quickly dodged, almost getting her ribs pierced. She slid off the sofa and looked around repeatedly.

"I have to say, we're both medical students, Charlotte, this is normal, you have to believe me."

"nonsense."

"This is a positive response from humans to love, and it doesn't mean my thoughts are impure."

Charlotte took a step back and crouched down to examine it closely.

"Isn't it a bit too big?"

"Perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration."

"Can you control it to go back? I know it's difficult, but it's an order. We have to go out to see our guests in a little while."

"No, it has to release. Or complete a full physiological process. Sometimes it's not me commanding it, but it commanding me."

Why do you always talk so rudely?

"First, I'm not joking. Second, if we don't talk about something funny, we'll have to talk about how we felt just now, and speaking of what happened, I was actually a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Charlotte leaned closer, cautiously avoiding the stick.

"I'm afraid I haven't been able to give you the best. If what I serve isn't the real red, I'll feel like I've wronged you..."

"It's okay." Charlotte nuzzled her little head against Gordon's shoulder. "It's okay..."

Gordon stroked her cheek and then observed Charlotte's pupils.

"I'm definitely fine. I'm more curious about you; how did it feel after you refined the Origin Essence?"

Charlotte closed her eyes and felt it.

Perfect source matter is really strange to her.

Perhaps due to its quality, it quickly permeated Charlotte's mind and body, greatly enhancing her mental and physical strength.

New wrinkles appeared on her once smooth cerebral cortex, and one idea after another, which she had never had before, began to emerge.

"Strange, it seems like I'm becoming smarter," she mused.

"That's good." Gordon looked at Charlotte wearing the Summer Crown, "I, Charlotte, my princess... let this source material propel you to even greater heights."

"You're the one who's being pushed to the top," Charlotte suddenly realized. "Your reputation will spread throughout the world. A Crimson-quality potion—not just people big and small in Lundnim, but all sorts of people from other countries will come looking for you. Sigh, this is troublesome."

"Yes, yes. They'll come to me with all sorts of contracts, invitations, and suggestions, or they might just capture me, lock me up, and use me as a tool for a legendary potion-making master."

"You know that much, but be careful!" Charlotte couldn't help but think of Gordon's future. "After tonight, you'll encounter as many dangers as opportunities."

"You're right. Source essence is both power and asset. A medium-sized source essence can influence the rise and fall of a family. And I demonstrated my great abilities in front of so many people..." Gordon pondered.

Charlotte looked at Gordon with concern.

Gordon thought for a moment quickly.

For the Empire, Gordon can increase the utilization rate of Source Essence. For hunters and ability users, they need Gordon to refine precious Source Essence. For extraordinary nobles, he can determine the strength of the next generation.

Therefore, all parties would consider recruiting him and would be eager to take Gordon for themselves.

"I'll divide it into several parts. First, I'll ensure my safety and freedom, not wander around, and keep a low profile," Gordon planned.

"Hmm!" Charlotte squatted down next to Gordon, her eyes shining.

"Then, I'll make fewer potions in the future. If every potion from now on is true red, people will think today's was just a normal performance. At that point, making pure gold might even lead to customer complaints."

"So you're going to deliberately make it worse?"

"To be precise, it's about creating scarcity. We need to control the narrative of this; Crimson must become a legend, and my name must signify quality assurance. I won't teach courses or write 'Crimson Potion Making Guide,' but I can serve as an advisor."

Upon realizing this, Gordon felt he had suddenly found the right path.

Alchemists like Bradshaw and Herman are not lacking in experience; they are extremely talented and familiar with the process, but they lack Gordon's vision. Other alchemists are similar.

Gordon could have simply pointed out the steps, instructed them to adjust the equipment parameters and materials, and let the skilled alchemists do the work.

If they succeed, they will be very happy, believing that they have received guidance from a master, and will even pay a large sum of money for it.

If they failed, it must be because they lacked understanding and did not comprehend the teachings of the wise man.

"A highly unfathomable expert," Charlotte thought.

"Yes, I'm a master, and it's normal for a master not to take action. When I do, it's only because a client's sincerity moves me," Gordon pondered. "And then I can put all this together."

"Everything about everything."

"The Winslow School provides the academic background, the Demon Hunter Agency connects with the clients, and the Montfort Spiritual Workshop handles the production and processing. Yes! This is the opportunity I've been waiting for, the Master Company. I mentioned this name to your father, but the Earl refused. Now I can register it myself."

"That name sounds so stupid," Charlotte said, sticking out her tongue.

"Modern businesses need something memorable. Gordon Vick, bring enough money before you consult us about the truth of the world."

"High-Level Company. Sigh, sigh!" Charlotte said helplessly. "What are you doing in there?"

"Chief expert, refining consultant, founder—everyone in Lundnim is curious about this mysterious figure," Gordon mused.

"So, do you still have time to travel?"

"travel?"

"Yes! We're going on a trip to an island in the sea, just drifting around. Carefree, no worries about bad guys, and no investigations. But now that you're famous, you'll be very busy, and then you won't have time to go out and play with me."

"No." Gordon shook his finger. "I didn't become a master to waste my time working for others. When I was incompetent, I was controlled by others; now that I'm capable, I'm still controlled by others. Isn't that a waste of time leveling up?"

"Oh? So you want to go on a trip with me?"

"certainly."

Charlotte looked at him and sighed softly.

Then, seemingly dissatisfied with the kiss, she moved closer to Gordon.

"Come on. Be serious this time." Charlotte cupped Gordon's face and pressed him back onto the sofa. "Mmm...give me a kiss."

Their lips met again, quieter and softer, the sweet scent of golden rose nectar emanating from between them.

Gordon wrapped his arm around Charlotte's waist, and the two kissed so passionately that they forgot reality, and his hand began a mysterious adventure.