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

Gordon and Eve continued to explore all the mysteries of the refrigerator.

He found it very interesting because he was not familiar with how to manufacture things, and the relevant courses were only taught in the third year of college. If he could design and build things himself, he would not have to keep going to Sinclair. The self-production and self-sales model, with a front store and back factory, could be fully implemented.

"Looks good." Gordon brought his fingers closer and instantly felt a chill. "What is the 'winter' phase?"

“Sexual nature corresponds to some greater origin.” Eve crouched down to observe. “‘Winter’ is a force that stagnates, delays, and preserves things, representing annihilation and the end of the world.”

"So it plans to help us preserve food until the end of the world."

"You could say that. Crystallization itself is not common, and the spiritual circuit structure is also very complex, so it is an expensive cooling method, and it's already doing its best to help us get through this summer."

"Let me see." Gordon took out a piece of paper.

He sensed the way the spirituality flowed within him while simultaneously mapping it onto paper.

One, two, three... the lines converge to form a roadmap of spiritual structure, revealing the method of weaving the lines.

Eve walked over to Gordon, initially glancing at him casually, then her golden eyes widened slightly, her attention completely focused on the paper.

This is the whole secret of spiritual craftsmanship, and Gordon is recreating it completely, the internal circuitry of a spiritual object.

"Do you understand? I can only draw it, but I don't understand it." Gordon roughly sketched out the way the spiritual circuit was woven.

To be honest, it's pretty much like a circuit board.

"This is the image of eternal frost. These three zigzag lines represent old age, and the rings here allow the changes inside the box to constantly return to the previous moment..." Eve reached out and gently superimposed her insights on the drawings that Gordon had prepared.

The once rigid road map suddenly came alive, and the information Gordon had painstakingly written down took on its own meaning.

Gordon's rough, mechanical depiction of spiritual craftsmanship now truly gives off a sense of navigating towards extraordinary science.

Both of them lowered their heads at the same time, their expressions focused.

Gordon continued drawing lines on it, while Eve wrote down the imagery implied behind the symbols. They stood very close together.

“If we can get a complete map, we can replicate it,” Eve pondered. “We need more winter phase spirit, alloy materials to make the enclosure itself, and silver or mithril to draw the spiritual pathways. It’s very expensive.”

"We can sell it to people who don't care about the cost, like nobles. Mass production isn't realistic, and now isn't the time, but in the future we can compile the manufacturing instructions and have factories order a few. Preserving food is just the most basic use; it can also preserve medicine, flowers... and even corpses."

"Medical institutions, universities, and charity organizations all want this kind of thing, and the Duke's family would also want it to decorate their image," Eve said softly.

"...Then, once we have the capacity to produce them, I'll name them 'High-Level Refrigerators,' and they'll be divided into a Noble Edition, a Premium Noble Edition, and a Limited Edition..."

They chatted for a while longer, and the more they talked, the more they clicked, with one idea after another popping up.

Gordon then mapped out the spiritual pathways inside his cane, which Eve determined to be a spiritual pathway of the "weaving" aspect.

"What does 'weaving' represent?" Gordon thought of the creation loom in the sky.

"A nature that connects and deduces everything," Eve explained. "Its mysteries and variations are simply endless and countless. Its source material is extremely rare, and its spiritual crystallization is also extremely difficult to produce."

That's so difficult. No wonder we haven't seen another source material that can evolve the Unbroken String in so long. Gordon found it more and more interesting and wanted to learn more about the mysticism from Eve, but then he remembered the terrifying threat from the Fishing King and calmed down.

"...I really want to talk to you for days and nights, but not now. Let's hurry up and solve the mystery of the Blackwater River." Gordon wrote his name, "Gao Ren Refrigerator Prototype," in the corner of the drawing, and then folded it up.

"What did you find this time?" Eve asked.

Gordon took out a small jar of iridescent water sample, which was labeled as high-risk. Several streaks of iridescent light slowly slid along the inner wall of the glass, like an eyeless creature observing the outside world.

"We need to go back to the university and analyze its composition. The silverfish box might also be related to it. Including the whole thing the Fishing King was behind... and the special medicine for Blackwater Syndrome. We need to figure it out as soon as possible, before the Fishing King eats me up." Gordon gestured.

He wanted to go now, but fatigue gradually crept into his body. His muscles, nerves, and brain were all reminding him that he had been too busy today and shouldn't tinker with too much for the time being. Next... he needed to go to the university tomorrow to check the materials and also look into the matter of refining source essence.

Vera prepared dinner, and I wonder how Eve would rate her cooking.

"I don't know your taste, so please try this first, and be sure to let me know in the future." Vera prepared food for Gordon and Eve.

It was a huge pot of beef stew with potatoes, thick slices of beef shank stewed until tender in a cast iron pot, carrots, cabbage, onions and bay leaves bobbing in the dark brown broth, along with a whole chicken with a crispy skin and two large baskets of rye bread.

Food means a lot to her, so she cares a lot about what other people want to eat.

Gordon is someone who eats whatever Vera makes, while Eve's situation is still unclear.

"Any kind of meat is fine. I have no dietary restrictions," Eve smiled. "Your cooking is really excellent."

"Thank you," Vera said briefly. Only Gordon had praised her before, and she'd assumed it was just his opinion. Now that Eve was saying the same thing, she felt she truly had culinary talent.

After dinner, Eve wanted to say something to Gordon, but Gordon and Vera had already gone upstairs.

"Goodnight, senior." Gordon said goodbye to Eve. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Eve said first, then felt something was off. Were they going to do some kind of nighttime activity?

She continued tidying up the first floor. After the renovation, the first floor of No. 9 Knight Road did look spacious and grand, and quite comfortable for one person to live in.

With a spacious front hall and a private back hall, she lit candles and gas lamps all around, keeping No. 9 Knight Road brightly lit all night. She also used a special ritual with a light-image spiritual crystal to ensure that assassins and killers had nowhere to hide and that the house was safe enough.

Although this place is dangerous, it has a promising future, and there is someone she can observe for a long time.

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Interesting.

Halfway through her work, she suddenly heard a muffled, suppressed sound upstairs, followed by a rhythmic thud.

Bang bang bang bang... four times per second.

Clearly, given Vera's physique, strength, and style of doing things, coupled with Gordon's low-key nature, Eve had no doubt that Gordon would soon be destroyed and was ready to make fun of him sometime tomorrow.

However, the truth is quite the opposite.

Half an hour later, the sound did not stop.

An hour later, the rhythm was still very steady.

Eve's expression gradually changed from calm to good.

Gordon never boasts and is quite low-key in this regard, and the duration far exceeds what Eve considers reasonable.

She picked up a book, but her eyes lingered on the next line for a long time. Finally, two hours later, her gaze shifted from "good" to an indescribable deep contemplation. Her opinion of Gordon began to rise sharply.