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

In the evening, they returned to No. 9 Knight Road, preparing to brew potions the next day.

The gas streetlights were reduced to blurry gloom in the downpour.

He first checked the laundry yard, where the cordon had been removed and Martin and the other patrol officers were nowhere to be seen, indicating that the investigation into the "silent testimony" had ended and had yielded most of the results.

Gordon opened the office door, and the warm, dry air and the aroma of food wafted out.

"Welcome home." Vera walked up.

She first checked Gordon's face and hands to make sure he wasn't injured, then took off his coat and hung it on a hanger.

Eve folded up the dry black umbrella and put it in the umbrella holder next to the door.

"Did Martin find the spy?" Gordon asked with concern.

"Found it. Shirin left the portrait, saying there's a similar record in the file." Vera pushed the leather file folder on the table towards her.

Gordon opened the file bag.

Inside is a charcoal sketch.

The man in the painting is about thirty years old, with his black hair neatly tied up, high cheekbones, empty eyes, wearing a light leather armor, a long sword at his waist, and a precise stance.

[Portrait. Depicting a terrifying creature.]

"They found each other, checked the files, and said he was a member of the Secret Order, codenamed 'Swordsman.' He can conceal his presence and lie in wait for a long time, just to carry out a precise kill. He does things cleanly, and he may reappear," Vera said calmly.

She had memorized every detail of the portrait.

Swordsman Fishman.

He opened the file folder and found another card left by Martin, warning Gordon to be careful of this potential attacker.

In addition, there has been too much rain in Lundnium in the past six hours. It is unclear whether there are any supernatural factors involved, but the agency will keep an eye on it.

Finally, considering the threat posed by "The Swordsman," Martin has increased the level of personal protection for Gordon, deploying more than 10 patrol officers to stand guard in the vicinity, and will also invite a top investigator to serve as the chief investigator for the Blackwater River case.

Top-level investigator.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat; he hoped it was an extraordinary being who could fight even better than them.

"Things are connected." Gordon handed the file to Eve. "Swordsman merman, heavy rain, mermaid song, a new storm has arrived."

"The shape of this sword is very similar to the 'Water-Splitting Holy Sword,' one of the four sacred artifacts left behind by the Fisher King... If he really does possess a sacred artifact, the Bureau's assessment of his threat level is clearly too low," Eve observed.

"Let's work together. Tomorrow we'll go to Montfort's house to refine medicine, and then go to the Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs to study the final strategy to defeat the Blackwater Hermitage and see if this Special Investigator can really help us end the Hermitage's threat," Gordon concluded.

Vera looked out at the torrential rain outside the hall.

"Extremely dangerous." She was very worried.

"That's how struggles are; they always end in the complete annihilation of one side," Gordon said, resigned to his fate.

"Since things have come to this, let's treat ourselves to some food," Eve said, changing the subject.

"Okay." Vera went to cook, and Eve went to help.

Vera prepared the meat, while Eve controlled the cooking time.

She made a whole pot of beef stew with onions, stewing beef chunks, carrots, mushrooms, and onions until tender, then adding bay leaves and black pepper to thicken the sauce.

Then she made creamy mashed potatoes, rosemary sausages, baked apple pie, and some buttered bread. She used cooking to distract herself, so before she knew it, she had sliced ​​a plate of smoked ham, fried six eggs, and found a jar of pickles.

The three sat around the dining table on the second floor.

"Whose blue and white checkered tablecloth is this?" Eve touched the tablecloth.

"We've kept what Charlotte left behind; it's a treasure," Gordon said.

"So now it's a 'reunion,'" Eve thought wistfully.

This time they ate to their hearts' content, using the warmth of the food to counteract the chill brought by the torrential rain outside.

Gordon gave a brief overview of the drug project's progress, and Vera listened attentively.

She wasn't quite familiar with the complex research process, but she understood what Gordon wanted to do.

"It can save many people."

"It can also make a lot of money. I mailed out a few letters in the lab today, and then hundreds of people will be pushing things forward for me. I don't need to force anyone to work; I just need to let everyone see a bright future for themselves..."

Gordon then went on to talk about the factory, discussing the rising pass rates, the large number of orders, and the brand-new reactors waiting to be installed. He said that they would then have a truly stable industry with a steady stream of funds to purchase equipment.

Vera listened very attentively.

She tried to convince herself that things would get better day by day, but she couldn't help thinking about the swordsman.

They were both swordsmen, and just by looking at their aura, she felt that they were very dangerous. This was the first time she doubted whether she could win.

"You're worried," Gordon noticed.

"Hmm." Vera didn't deny it. "I don't know if we can win."

"Don't worry, we can't let the Blackwater Hermitage lead us by the nose. We need to continue our attacks and find better strategies. We will never try to play the trick of a fair duel with them." Gordon nodded.

"Okay." Vera silently encouraged herself.

After dinner, Eve continued organizing the materials.

Gordon and Vera went upstairs and lay down on the bed.

Vera's fingers stroked Gordon's black hair, gently combing it.

The rain outside kept washing against the windowpanes, while the oil lamp inside burned quietly.

"Your heart is beating so fast," Gordon listened.

"There are unknown dangers, formidable enemies." Vera sniffed Gordon's hair. "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up, won't have enough time, and won't be able to win."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Vera. We have more cards to play. Trust me, once we get through this, we'll have a normal, peaceful life..." Gordon buried his face in Vera's firm, warm belly.

Ordinary, peaceful days!

The thought, like a beautiful dream, flickered in Vera's mind, just beginning to reveal its peaceful and blissful appearance, before shattering like an illusion.

There is no peace on the path of a Source Hunter.

Vera is now in a state of utter confusion.

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Sometimes she felt that conflict and fighting would accompany them for the rest of their lives, and other times she vaguely believed that as long as they kept trying and tried harder, those simple and happy days would come.

Two thoughts arose in her mind.

Vera had no answer, so she could only hold Gordon tightly and savor this moment of peace. She couldn't hope for ordinary days; she could only cherish this fleeting happiness.

……

The next morning, the rain lessened a bit, but it showed no signs of stopping. It poured down along the eaves of the mansion, soaking the lawn, trees, walls, and gate.

Gordon and his two companions arrived at the door. Vera carried a black spike on her back, Eve held a black umbrella, and Gordon walked between the two, holding the Black-Spiked Lee Cane, with Wrath following behind.

Shortly after the doorman announced their arrival, Guy Monford, dressed in his morning suit, looked them over, holding a stack of The Imperial Post.

He glanced at the person who had come, and then took one last look at the gray sky.

"It's seven in the morning, and breakfast is only halfway prepared. You'd better have a good reason," the count warned.

"There are bad guys here, highly skilled, fighting for the murlocs. After careful analysis, we've decided to lay low for a while, grab some breakfast, and borrow the alchemy lab."

He should refine the Pool of Rebirth as soon as possible, and the Montfort family's alchemy laboratory is currently the best one.

"You know how to make things easy. Come in." Earl Montfort stepped aside.

"That's great, that's great." Gordon went inside.

"Thank you," Eve added.

They arrived at the restaurant, where the fireplace was burning.

As soon as Vera sat down, the maid placed fried eggs and bacon in front of her, clearly familiar with her.

Charlotte, upon hearing of their arrival, immediately went to the kitchen to prepare food.

The count sat in the main seat, unfolding the newspaper in his hand.

"You know about the '80,000-person plan,' right?" the count asked.

"Yeah, yeah, it's gone from being my suggestion to a bill that leads to everyone blaming and insulting each other." Gordon spread orange marmalade on his bread.

"They will be closely considered in Parliament today, and I will go to exchange views with other members of Parliament immediately after I finish my meal. The fate of 80,000 people..." said the Earl of Montfort.

Gordon paused for a moment.

At this moment, the tide of destiny stirred slightly within him, and his primordial essence rippled with an unprecedented wave.

The sounds of conversation and rain all faded away.

The fate of 80,000 people.

Like eighty thousand tiny tributaries, Gordon vaguely sensed an inexplicable throbbing.

Should they go to the Black Ferry Pier to be baptized, or head to the municipal recruitment office to find a job building river embankments?

Will they remain unemployed or finally receive a sum of money to get by?

For the first time, the tide of fate no longer dealt with water glasses and raindrops; he vaguely touched upon the true weight of the word "fate."

Unlike the Night of the Crimson, which sparked more conversation and thought-provoking reflections, today's vote will affect the fate of tens of thousands of families.

"Gordon?" The Earl looked at Gordon with disbelief.

"Nothing much, just thinking about those 80,000 people," Gordon said with emotion.

"The passage of the bill is just the beginning. Eighty thousand people could become a productive force, or they could become eighty thousand fish entering human society." The count originally wanted to vote against it, but seeing Gordon there, he decided to reluctantly support it.

"That's why I'm also developing a special medicine, so that people don't turn into fish while digging in the mud."

Record-breaking continuous rainfall has yet to prompt any warnings from the municipal government.

The theater is leaking badly, but audiences say recent performances are very immersive.

Mayor West responds to flooded homes: Don't you all have a second floor?

"I think this weather is turning us into fish. Luckily, I'm going to Mount King to vote." The Earl turned to the next page.

"After I finish concocting the potion here, I need to go to the administration office. This heavy rain is indeed the most noticeable anomaly at the moment," Gordon said.

"...Remember to protect yourself." The count turned another page, unconsciously uttering words of concern, but then suddenly wanted to take them back.

"Yes, I will." Gordon nodded.

After a while, the side door of the restaurant opened, and Charlotte walked in.

Indeed, even in the continuous rainy weather, she was still beautiful and radiant, wearing a white short skirt, a blue ribbon around her waist, her blonde hair tied up with a pearl hairnet, white stockings clinging to her calves, and a pair of low-heeled leather shoes. She looked dazzling.