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

Gordon opened his eyes wide.

Extend your lifespan!

Organ rejuvenation!

He quickly pulled out a small jar, sealed it inside, and then stuffed it into the deepest bottle. With three pulls on the rope, Vera gave a strong tug, drawing Gordon upstream.

The nature of water is similar to the tide of fate… Gao Deng pondered. If the lentils exerted their strength, they could probably refine it in one gulp and make it their own.

Currently, in terms of the level of equipment, the alchemy lab at Monford is powerful enough; we could try using their equipment.

With Charlotte's perfect enhancement, it's anyone's guess how refined the potion will be this time.

……

At 10:00 AM, at 9 Knight Road.

The seven survivors have been examined and have each submitted preliminary testimonies.

Since their disappearances were all reported to the Carteret Witch Hunting Agency, they were brought back here so their families could collect them together. Gordon, using the contact information left by the clients, had the police send someone to notify them.

I can finally go home.

The seven people sat facing hot tea and coffee, glancing up at each hoofbeat outside, only to lower their heads in disappointment when they saw that the riders were not their relatives.

"Please wait patiently. Your family members will be here shortly..." Gordon had barely finished speaking when hurried footsteps sounded outside.

The first one to rush in was the young woman's older sister. When she rushed in and saw that her younger sister was still alive, she immediately rushed over and hugged her, not even noticing when she bumped into the coffee table.

"I thought you were dead!" the woman cried, breathless. "They all said you wouldn't come back!"

"I thought I was never coming back... but they really came to save me..." the girl choked up.

"Thank you, thank you so much." The older sister turned around and thanked Gordon and Vera profusely, then took out various things from her pocket and placed them on the table as a token of her gratitude.

There was a stack of silver pounds, two loaves of bread, and a handmade brooch.

"Please accept this," she said solemnly.

"Very good, very good." Gordon took the money, pushed the bread back, and said, "Take this home and eat it."

"..." Vera picked up the simple handmade brooch and put it in her pocket.

The two sisters greeted them again, then helped each other leave the office.

More family members arrived before noon.

When the dockworkers' fellow villagers came to the hall and saw him, they rushed over immediately. Several filthy, big men hugged each other, first laughing loudly, and then crying.

Next came the relatives who came to pick up the couple, and then the parents who came to pick up the child…

In the afternoon, a little girl was finally picked up by her father.

"Dad, can we have jam bread when we get home?" the girl asked.

"Yes." The man buried his face in his daughter's hair. "She can eat as much as she wants."

"Can you do it every day?"

"Every day." His voice was hoarse, but his answer was always unusually certain.

Vera took the money and stood behind the counter, watching them leave. The little girl waved to Gordon and Vera repeatedly until she disappeared around the street corner.

"How does it feel? You've done a good deed," he said.

"We saved some people."

Vera opened the 30 missing persons cases that were originally registered, 17 of whom were presumed dead. Now, 7 people have been rescued and successfully returned to their families.

Six people remain missing somewhere in the city.

They might be rescued in some operation, or they might be gradually forgotten.

But at least she managed to put seven checkmarks, a stark contrast to the other names that were hastily crossed out with a pen.

Before they left, they tried to leave as much money as possible behind, piling up banknotes on the counter, totaling more than 70 silver pounds.

By this point, the Demon Hunter Agency's income had reached 7 gold pounds and 10 silver pounds, enough for her to buy and eat a lot of things.

Those people thanked her sincerely. Vera felt a great weight lifted from her heart.

"Yes, this is just the beginning. This is the first commission that the Demon Hunter Agency has completed, and we did it," Gordon encouraged.

"It's because of you. Without you, it would be difficult to mobilize so many resources." Vera looked at him.

"We're all in this together, it's okay."

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Vera blinked.

She vaguely recalled her childhood. Although she could no longer remember what her parents looked like, she still remembered that she once had a very small home.

Later, she learned to survive, but gradually forgot what family affection was like.

She had witnessed too many family reunions today, and felt somewhat dazed.

Now, when she turned her attention to Gordon, she had a vague sense of familiarity.

"Come here." She opened her arms, and Gordon stepped forward. She hugged Gordon tightly and smelled his scent.

Yes, if he were lost, she would search for him desperately. If she were lost, he would search for her too. Just like the people they had just met, driven by some kind of obsession. This feeling truly made Vera feel very at ease.

Gordon closed his eyes and gradually relaxed.

……

Later that evening, a black four-wheeled carriage stopped in front of No. 9 Knightsway.

Eve arrived at 9 Knightsway at the invitation of the company, arriving shortly after the refrigerator.

She was wearing a dark long dress, her black hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she was carrying a leather suitcase as she stood in the renovated lobby on the first floor.

"Welcome to the temporary headquarters of the High-Level Company and the Carteret Demon Hunter Agency. This place will be the center where various forces in Lundnim will converge in the future, you know what I mean, senior," Gordon explained.

"You invited me to move in, citing reasons such as protecting the company's security, saving me hotel expenses, and perhaps some personal concern for me. Which one is true?"

"It's all true." Gordon took her suitcase. "Most importantly, if the lights at 9 Knight Road are on all night, the bad guys will think twice before attacking."

Eve checked the surroundings.

The front hall serves as the reception area, featuring sofas, a tea table, and walnut wood cabinets. At the back are several private rooms, which can be furnished with beds, and also include separate washrooms and treatment rooms that can be converted into studies.

Vera leaned against the wall, quietly watching Eve. For Gordon's safety, she did need more ability users at 9 Knight Road. She was curious about what the three of them would do next.

"The lighting here is inadequate," Eve commented first.

"Yes, yes." Gordon put the notebooks away. "I didn't expect this to be the first thing they ask when an assistant starts working."

"I want more lights, a better bed, a better armchair, and more chests and cabinets." Eve looked around.

"The firm just happened to have some income coming in, which should be enough to meet all your needs. I'll write to Aaronson Furniture Store; the quality of their beds is truly exceptional... Welcome to join the Master Company." Gordon took Eve's list.

Eve nodded.

Gordon is a very important person, and she gradually realized that if she lived here, she wouldn't have to approach him through letters or appointments. She could observe Gordon's every move and understand what kind of person he really was.

"It seems I already have a job." Eve noticed the large refrigerator next to the counter.

"This is the refrigerator we captured. I've always been curious about how this thing works." Gordon walked over to examine it.

It originally belonged to the cold water warehouse, with brass edging on the four corners and a pure white body. The food inside had been emptied by the agency, and when opened, the cold air spread along the cabinet walls.

Eve walked around it once.

"Objects generally have spiritual pathways inside, releasing the power of source matter or spiritual crystals in the form of a 'template'," Eve observed.

Gordon tapped it with his Blackthorn Lee cane, gaining insight into its internal structure.

There was indeed a place on its back for filling with crystals. He grabbed the handle and opened it, revealing rows of palm-sized pale crystals inside.

[A spiritual crystallization of winter. In the distant past, you slowly recalled that icy, snow-covered future.]