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

"This is a paid position; you need a legitimate job, don't you?"

Eve's expression changed slightly.

Mysticism and activities in the supernatural world are very expensive.

In Lundnim, she needed to cover expenses for her experiments, travel, and accommodation. She was intelligent and capable of earning money, but she relied heavily on sporadic commissions and intermittent transactions, and never had a stable income of her own.

"I want to see what I can do first," she said. "I'm not going to take my junior's salary for nothing."

"Let's start with these." Gordon pointed to the mountain of invitations and documents. "There's a lot of information about Source and mysticism in them; you can help identify it. And Charlotte, she's also learning how to become a better Source user..."

Eve does a great job in all of these dimensions.

She was knowledgeable, conscientious, and more familiar with the hidden world of Lundnim than Gordon was, and knew better the complex stories behind these invitations and commissions.

"It is a great honor for me to ask Miss Monford to grant me this opportunity," Eve said sincerely, turning her gaze to Charlotte.

Hey! Charlotte's gaze met Eve's golden eyes.

Honest, polite, knowledgeable, and with a friendly smile.

Is she a good woman? Or a bad woman who's disguised perfectly? Charlotte couldn't tell.

Eve's true motives remain a mystery.

"You...you could give it a try. Become a mystical consultant for the Highman Company." Charlotte agreed.

Some letters invited Gordon to analyze complex alchemical materials, while others invited him to inexplicable gatherings. Without Eve's assistance, neither she nor Gordon could have distinguished right from wrong on their own.

"I'm very honored," Eve said softly. "It's wonderful to have this opportunity. I can start by preparing a basic set of safety rules for you."

"Very good, very good."

Eve nodded to Charlotte and then shook hands with Gordon; her fingers were warm, and her body temperature felt like a furnace.

Will Gaoren Company succeed?

"Of course. I'm the founder of it," Gordon said confidently.

"That does sound very competitive..." Eve smiled.

"We want to make the company big and strong, so big that everyone knows that before they can even approach Gordon, they have to ask for our opinion and knock on the door of Gordon's company." Charlotte was ready.

Gordon's thoughts drifted to another point, and when it came to security, he had more ideas in mind.

……

After having dinner at the Montfort's house, it got completely dark. Eve had other plans and went home first.

Two claps of thunder followed, and then a torrential downpour began.

Raindrops created a mist outside, pedestrians ran while clutching their hats, and rickshaw drivers quickly drove through the streets, searching for shelter from the rain.

Gordon was preparing to write to Vera to explain the “earth-shattering” things he had done. He planned to write in a more humorous way, boasting about his great achievements.

He wrote "Dear Vera" and then began to outline his strokes.

He needs to explain clearly what happened.

Having concocted the Crimson Elixir, established the Master Company, received support from various quarters, and secured substantial funding, many more high-value commissions await in the future…

At that moment, Gordon vaguely sensed a familiar presence.

He heard a familiar sound of footsteps slowly approaching from afar.

Gordon immediately tapped the ground with his Blackthorn Lee cane as he walked out.

The air outside turned icy cold under the heavy rain.

"Mr. Vic?" the male servant outside asked curiously. "It's pouring rain outside."

"I know."

They opened the heavy door.

The wind and rain rushed into the porch, bringing with them the chill of the air conditioning and the smell of the outside world.

Gordon stepped into the heavy rain and reached out to pull her hand forward.

The water suddenly parted above his head, changing direction, and invisible droplets rolled down the curved surface, flowing along the stone steps.

He walked out of the Monford mansion to avoid the rain and turned his head.

Vera stood there, two streetlights away.

She was wearing a black coat and her boots were soaked in the rain. She had been lingering outside the wall as if she were just passing by.

Upon seeing Gordon, her eyes lit up, and she slowly walked over.

Gordon waved his hand, dispelling the rain from Vera's head and draining the water from her hair and coat, turning it into droplets that fell to the ground. Her clothes were still cool, but no longer dripped.

"Vera! Let's go inside quickly, what brings you here?"

"I missed you." Vera walked up to Gordon.

"I miss you too, so why don't you just come in?" Gordon led Vera toward the Montfort house.

Vera looked up at the magnificent Montfort mansion, at the lights shining from inside, and at the countless servants moving behind the windows. So many gaslights made her eyes water.

"I don't know if I should go in. This isn't like No. 9 Knight Road."

"Don't worry, it's too dangerous and too cold outside. Everyone will take care of you." Gordon led Vera into the hall.

The maids immediately came to greet them, bringing thick white towels, hot water and ginger tea, and soft-soled slippers.

Gordon took the towel.

Vera sat on the floor, and he dried her hair to warm her up again.

His dark brown hair was ruffled and tousled, then he brushed it over his shoulders, collar, and sleeves. Vera remained crouched, a black sword slung over her back.

It's amazing.

Gordon had been in a state of indescribable excitement.

The reputation of the Crimson Alchemist, the plans of the High Man Company, the outstretched hand of the Empire and the nobility, and the business that may grow even larger in the future.

He would feel as if he were standing on the top of a towering building that suddenly rises up, surrounded by a bottomless abyss, where the wind is also very strong.

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The feeling that he might be blown into the abyss at any moment only slowly disappeared when Vera appeared in front of him.

"Eat something first. Oh, I really have to say, after walking through such heavy rain..." Gordon led Vera into the small living room.

The servants prepared biscuits and meat pies, which Vera ate slowly.

The sound of rain continued outside.

Less than two minutes later, Charlotte walked to the door, wearing light blue loungewear and a seagull brooch, and squinted at Vera.

"What happened?" Charlotte asked.

"She didn't say it, but I know Vera wanted to remind me that the Demon Hunter Agency has commissioned a lot of missing persons cases recently, and I need to follow up on them." Gordon gestured. "Besides, I have to register the High Man Company tomorrow, check the situation at the warehouse, and then go to the Demon Affairs Bureau to talk to Martin about whether the Empire can raise the level of personal protection I receive."

"So you really are going out tomorrow." Charlotte put her hands on her hips. Vera nodded silently.

"Every day is a day of struggle."

"I just heard from Eve that your life is in danger."

"Danger." Vera looked up.

"Yes, he's a big celebrity now, a super big celebrity, everyone knows him." Charlotte gestured. "Vera, do you understand? Lots of bad guys want to take him away, so he'd better not run around."

"I'll stay with him; no one will hurt him," Vera said, emphasizing each word. "Can you leave Gordon to me, Charlotte?"

Charlotte stared at Vera.

She understood, of course, that Gordon was not someone who wanted to spend his whole life hiding in a house. He wanted to go out and live his life the way he always wanted, to enter that no longer safe world, and he needed someone who knew how to fight to protect him.

but……

"Not tonight. Let's see how the weather is tomorrow," Charlotte quickly decided.

Vera seemed lost in thought.

She sensed that Charlotte had just gained some kind of power and felt that she was trying to maintain her dignity and composure.

"Okay," Vera agreed.

Charlotte was prepared to respond and explain why Gordon had to stay, but she didn't expect Vera to stop so decisively.

"Rest here. I think you're already familiar with the Montfort family's hospitality." Charlotte nodded to Vera, then turned to Gordon.

"Oh, right, I have to say..." Gordon reminded him.

"Don't talk, come with me. I don't care what tomorrow will bring, you're mine tonight." Charlotte grabbed Gordon and dragged him away.

That evening, Charlotte's bedroom curtains were drawn again, and the soft down comforter was neatly laid out.

Charlotte stood by the bed, suddenly unsure of what to do first. She and Gordon had already kissed and rolled around in each other's arms here.

Next… Charlotte really didn't want Gordon to leave the Monford house without leaving anything behind; that would be too meaningless. Besides, she was worried Gordon might go astray and disappear, so she cherished this moment even more.

Looking around, Charlotte helped Gordon lie down in her usual spot. Gordon had given her so many tests today; now it was finally her turn to test his "quality."

She sat at the foot of the bed, then lifted her foot, first placing it on Gordon's calf, and then moving it upwards.

I know you like this.

Charlotte tried it on, threw away the little socks, and after several selections, put on a thin, white long stocking, which she then enhanced with the power of perfection to make it as silky and delicate as possible.

Not to mention the impact on Gordon afterward, Charlotte herself felt great wearing it.

"Huh?" Gordon's body trembled.

Charlotte's eyes lit up. It turned out that Gordon could also be speechless at times, and it seemed to hit the mark every time. This discovery gave her a subtle sense of control, as if she knew how to manipulate Gordon.

"I want to see it, quick!"

"That's not a good idea."

"You idiot, if you won't do it, I will."

"Okay... I've released it."

"Oh, I see. How strange." Charlotte had found her target.

At first it was a trial and error, but then I gradually got the hang of it.

Observe how Gordon slowly loses his composure, slowly, little by little... until his body suddenly tenses up...

White stockings. White on top of white.