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

Gordon finished writing important experimental records for alchemy in the basement.

He summarized the various aspects of potion-making so that he could have a basis for teaching other alchemists in the future.

When he went outside, Charlotte came up to greet him.

"You must be hungry, darling." She took Gordon's hand, affectionately linked arms with his, and led him happily toward the small living room.

"That's right." Gordon was indeed exhausted and desperately needed to replenish his energy. "What about them?"

"We're doing something very meaningful. We're all adults now, we don't need to be glued together all the time," Charlotte said naturally.

That makes sense...right.

She led Gordon into the small reception room and prepared a four-tiered dessert stand for him, on which were placed raisin scones, black tea, strawberry cream cake, and lemon tarts.

Gordon consumed a lot of nutrients while refining the potion, materializing the small ball of water, and repairing his body.

As soon as he sat down, he felt his hunger explode and began to eat voraciously.

Charlotte held the teacup with both hands, her expression finally revealing a sense of satisfaction at having successfully fed the child.

Making desserts for someone you love brings you great joy.

"Yes, that's good, that's fine." Charlotte took a sip of her black tea. "Well then, this is the most important matter that has accumulated over this period of time... You must take some time to check it out."

Gordon's current status is quite extraordinary.

Even today, the Montfort family continues to receive various letters, which Charlotte usually simply receives, discusses, and schedules.

Gordon only makes the decision himself when he encounters an invitation that he cannot refuse.

It takes up Gordon's time.

She placed a black-bordered, gold-embossed invitation on the table, the front of which was stamped with a black phoenix holding a black diamond in its mouth.

"An invitation from the Ravenhurst family. You surely remember Luanna Ravenhurst, who refined her transmutable source essence on the day of the Summer Festival. She invited you to a ball. This is the hardest invitation to refuse of all, and also the one with the greatest potential benefits."

The Ravenhurst family is a transcontinental financial magnate. Luanna, Charlotte, and Gordon have all appeared at the Summer Ceremony, providing them with natural topics for collaboration.

"Dance?"

"Yes, it's exactly what you're imagining: elegant ladies, swaying hair, and clinking glasses."

"I feel uncomfortable just standing in that kind of place."

"So I'll go with you, Gordon. We're going to dance in front of everyone, and I'll train you to have a truly convincing influence and charm. You and I will shine at that ball." Charlotte's eyes lit up.

"They wouldn't jump in this heavy rain, would they?"

"Of course not, so they chose the first Saturday after the rainstorm ended."

"I suddenly realized that this rain wasn't entirely without its benefits," Gordon muttered.

Charlotte smiled and pulled out a few more letters of intent to rent.

“There are also people who want to rent the ‘Vic One’ warehouse,” Charlotte said. “There are three companies competing: one is a spice business in the Barat region, one is a source material manufacturer that wants to store spiritual ingredients, and another is… Style Brand Foods, which they use to store military canned goods.”

Barat is the largest colony in Logris, ten times larger than Logris Island, and it is sometimes hard to imagine how the Logris people manage to control it.

"Curry and spices from Balat tend to mix flavors easily, and spiritual ingredients can easily cause the warehouse to develop its own ideas. Let's rent it to a food company. Canned goods are good, and hopefully they can send us some canned goods to maintain the relationship."

Gordon checked the rental plan.

Based on the value of the warehouse itself, a rent of 150 gold pounds per month would be appropriate.

But Gordon wanted to keep one-third for himself, so the rest was rented out for 100 gold pounds per month.

The food company was willing to prepay for one quarter of the lease, with a two-year term.

After confirming that all the guarantee terms were reasonable, Gordon signed his name.

This is the cash flow generated by high-quality industries; even without doing anything, someone pays him 100 gold pounds every month.

"Very good, now everything that should be there has a place." Charlotte sat down next to Gordon. "We can also talk about our own things now."

She put her hand on Gordon's shoulder.

Gordon immediately straightened his posture.

Charlotte's eyes sparkled with an unforgettable brilliance, her breathing was even, and her posture was upright; it was clear that all sorts of thoughts were being processed in her mind at maximum power.

This is a great opportunity!

"Charlotte, you are a peerless beauty with perfect thinking ability. Now, please help me analyze the Blackwater Secret Order's next breakthrough. Do not fabricate causes and consequences, and do not provide clues that cannot be traced back to their origins."

She thought for more than ten seconds without saying anything.

"The Logris Underwater Heritage Archaeology Association," Charlotte said.

Gordon looked serious.

This is the outer white glove of the Blackwater Hermitage, an organization Olivia once participated in.

Olivia initially introduced Harold to the Monford family by claiming to be a member of the association.

"Recently, the association has been under investigation, and members have been leaving Lundenim, leaving behind a large number of unprocessed collections," Charlotte recalled.

Yes, many fishmen have run away. Gordon remembered.

"Where did their collections go?"

"The matter has been entrusted to a third-party organization to settle the debts left by the association. Many things have been seized by the agency, but some things will still be sent for auction, such as the San Barto auction tomorrow," Charlotte pondered.

"What is that?"

"A large auction is being held at the St. Bartholomew's Monastery in the city. Many citizens and merchants from foreign trade associations will attend, along with collectors who love rare treasures and even some famous nobles. Besides the association's antiquities, the auction itself will also feature some good items, including various equipment, exotic materials, crystals, and other items..."

Gordon was invigorated.

auctions.

It sounds like a place where he can find good things, which fits his career aspirations perfectly.

He quickly calculated the funds he could use in his mind.

The account of the Master Company contains 500 gold pounds that Charlotte previously invested and 100 gold pounds given by Cecilia.

His own money included 150 gold pounds from the cold water warehouse incident, 300 gold pounds from the advance rent collected from Vic One warehouse, 100 gold pounds from Charlotte as "money to support a man," plus his own working capital of 107 gold pounds, which added up to...

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1257 gold pounds.

Gordon was shocked when he calculated the number.

With a little effort, he could buy a small source material, plus a bunch of other things he'd be interested in.

"I will do my best there to protect our country's important cultural heritage in my hands," Gordon concluded.

Charlotte nodded in satisfaction.

She turned her attention back to the food in front of her.

"Now, please eat all the snacks I've prepared for you, without leaving a single crumb."

After being forced to love Charlotte for half an hour, Gordon happily ate his fill.

The sound of horses' hooves came from outside.

The noise came from deep within the heavy rain, approaching along the street.

Gordon pricked up his ears, feeling that the commotion was far too loud and heavy, unlike a normal visit.

He and Charlotte got up and walked outside together.

Upon reaching the entrance, they saw a troop of cloaked cavalry approaching in the rain, followed by a silver armored carriage drawn by four horses.

It bears the white lion emblem of the FitzRoy family scepter.

It turns out they came to deliver the agreed-upon source material equipment to Gordon.

They had gone to 9 Knightsway but couldn't find Gordon, so based on information from the garrison officers, they went to Monford House.

"Honorable Mr. Gordon Vick, please accept the FitzRoy family's offer." The officer saluted Gordon.

Two soldiers carried in a large box.

The box had exquisite clasps and was sealed with tape. When it was opened in front of Gordon, it revealed a sleeveless, light blue soft armor. The material was sturdy, the details were meticulously crafted, and it looked quite stylish.

[A naval lieutenant commander's armor. It doesn't guarantee you'll become an officer, but it will make everyone see you as one.]

Gordon recalled the portrait of himself standing tall and proud on the ship, and with this armor, he seemed even more fitting.

After listening to the visitor's boasting and explanation, Gordon gradually understood...

This armor is a masterpiece.

It provides fairly pure protection. Whether hit by a source material bullet or cut by a sword, it will instantly harden and recoil, weakening the external impact.

While it wouldn't allow Gordon to take direct hits from cannons, it could shield him from many shots and assassinations.

Most importantly, it's very thin, so you can wear it over a shirt, then a dress or an investigator's trench coat, and there's absolutely no trace of it on the outside.

"...In short, this is custom-made equipment gifted by the FitzRoy family to an important partner. Miss Cecilia hopes it will protect your safety," the officer concluded.

"Give her my thanks," Gordon said, accepting the armor. "And please tell her I'll live well and make sure this favor brings long-term benefits."

Now, he possesses the regenerative ability to heal through the years and has acquired a genuine suit of armor.

In this way, he had some room for error in the conflict.

The Duke's family sent people everywhere, braving the rain, just to deliver the equipment to him, which made him fully appreciate the sincerity of Cecilia's family.

"Let's go." Charlotte led Gordon to the changing room. "Let me see you."

First, he made Gordon take off his trench coat and vest, and then, under the pretext of checking his development, he made him take off his shirt as well.

"..." Charlotte blushed as she looked at Gordon's body.

Charlotte reached out and touched Gordon; her little hands were soft and smooth.

This body temporarily belonged to her. Charlotte told Gordon not to move, her gaze sweeping over his shoulders, chest, abdomen, and back.

After Charlotte had had her fill of her desire and seen enough of her man, she slowly had Gordon put on his armor.

Gordon first put on a shirt, then put on soft armor, which fit his torso.

It is lightweight and does not significantly hinder his movements, which makes him very satisfied.

Finally, he put on his jacket and still looked well-trained.

"Good stuff, but don't go looking for trouble." Charlotte tapped Gordon's chest.

"I understand. From now on, I won't be afraid of someone randomly jumping out and stabbing me in the back when I'm out in the world." Gordon was very satisfied.

Gordon is currently lacking direct offensive capabilities, and he also lacks the eye protection items he previously requested from the agency.

Apart from that, he is already considered to be in the upper-middle range among second-tier players.

He walked to the window and turned his attention back to the rain.

The rain had turned the garden where they had once ridden on horseback into a shallow lake, where servants were digging new drainage ditches, and the clouds over Lundenim hung lower.

"Solving the problem of the torrential rain... must be put on the agenda," Gordon concluded.

He's going to the Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs now to meet the top investigator Martin mentioned who's in charge of the Blackwater River project.

Who will the empire send to meet this war against nature?