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

Meanwhile, on the other side, Martin and the top investigator are checking the research progress on Blackwater Syndrome and helping her understand Gordon's background.

Outside Lundnim, Herfordshire, Professor Winslow's house, Grey Oak Estate.

It wasn't raining here. The professor's house was built on a slope, overlooking a large oak forest. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, and the afternoon sun made everyone feel at ease.

The top investigator was wearing a brown coat and a dark red scarf, with a transformable mechanical greatsword next to his chair.

They have asked Winslow many questions.

"...That's all I can say." Professor Winslow sat up straight, with his equally serious assistant John standing beside him.

"A hundred gold pounds for a student loan, sleeping in the anatomy lab, buying an unwanted spider demon corpse." The Miss Elite flipped through Gordon's briefing. "Doesn't seem like the typical path for Imperial talents."

"But he solved multiple cases in a row within a few months: Blackwater Syndrome, drowning on shore, Green Mansion, Cold Water Warehouse, Dragon Lizard Demon, Giant Salamander Demon, Crimson Potion, Highman Company, and Montfort Spiritual Industries," Martin said. "His resume surpasses that of all the trainee investigators combined."

"His actions are often unexpected and deviate from standard procedures."

"The outcome was good."

"You're making an explanation for him."

"I trust him," Martin replied calmly.

She finished flipping through Gordon's resume, her gaze deep.

"You mean he sent us the follow-up research ideas for the Blackwater Syndrome yesterday?" Miss Eldest looked up at Winslow and John.

"Yes." Winslow picked up his coffee and took a sip. "This project has received official authorization and research funding. I contacted several hospitals and many colleagues, and brought in more than 20 people to form a task force to work on the project according to the ideas provided by Gordon."

John listened with great emotion.

The project he participated in will be recorded in the history of public health in the Empire. More importantly, his allowance has tripled, and he has enough money to support his family and buy medicine for his mother.

All of this is thanks to Gordon.

When the paper is published, his name will likely appear in a corner of the list of contributors, enough for his mother to frame that page, paste it on the wall, and treasure it forever.

"You all look very happy." Miss Eldest looked up.

“Yes.” John straightened his back. “I know I’m just a college student, not someone like Mr. Vic, but being able to join this project… it’s an opportunity he gave me, an opportunity that will change my life.”

"In short," Winslow concluded, "Gorden is the best student I have ever seen, and he is a top-tier talent that the entire empire must value. Moreover, he is my personal disciple, so please make sure to cooperate with his work."

Martin glanced at the professor, then at Miss Supermodel.

This is probably the first time in her life that she has been asked to "cooperate" with someone else's work, rather than having others cooperate with her.

After a while, Martin and she left Grey Oak Manor and boarded the office carriage at the gate.

"The conclusion?" She turned her head.

"Gordon Vick is brave and resourceful, and has made significant contributions to the Empire. He has also received generous support from the Minister of Generosity from an early age and has continued to serve the country faithfully. He is one of the most irreplaceable young talents in the Logris Empire and will help the Empire maintain its competitiveness in the next era, especially given the current international situation..." Martin said calmly.

"You never evaluate people like that."

"Now you see," Martin said.

"Um……"

"In any case, with your help, we are more confident in completely destroying the Blackwater Cult."

Martin stared at her for a long time, and finally waited for her to nod.

"it is good."

……

In the afternoon, Lundnium was still soaked in the rain.

Number 17 Blackstone Road, Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs.

For safety reasons, Gordon and his team continued to work together. Eve looked up at the building; the last time she was here was five years ago, when she was the one being questioned.

Now, in order to solve the Fisher King's problem, she has returned to this place as a consultant on mysticism, and naturally, she is filled with many emotions.

The three of them went through security and arrived at Martin's office.

Martin seemed to have just returned as well, and was making coffee.

"sit."

They took their seats.

"Regarding 'Rainbow Water,' I've already had it preliminarily tested at the university," Gordon said bluntly. "It mutates living organisms, destroys their structure, and mixes their skin and blood together. The Blackwater Hermitage is clearly discharging it on a large scale, and the Cold Water Warehouse is just a transit point."

"Yes, these abnormal liquids still float out of the Blackwater River from time to time. The heavy rains have caused the river level to rise, washing away the traces and reducing the local concentration, making it more difficult to trace them."

Gao Deng pondered deeply.

The Blackwater Hermitage may have accumulated tons of Rebirth Essence, a weapon of mass destruction that would be terrifying no matter where it is used.

Even more frightening is...

If the Empire were to fully utilize it, it could easily be made into weapons for destroying evidence, special bullets, or used as artillery shells to fire at densely populated areas, causing even greater accidents than those caused by the Blackwater Hermitage.

"When reporting on it, it must be treated as material of extremely high risk that urgently needs scientific research," Gordon warned.

"You're worried it will fall into the hands of the army."

"I worry that everyone will think of it as a murder weapon and forget that it was first and foremost a pollutant that the fisherman discharged into the river."

Gordon wants to make money and is happy to industrialize his extraordinary technology, but he also maintains basic rationality and knows what things shouldn't be thrown away carelessly.

Martin wrote a few lines in his notebook.

"I will pass on your insights to the Blackwater River task force, and the team leader will personally oversee it."

"Team leader?"

"Miss Supermodel is currently our boss." Martin turned a page in his notebook. "Where do you think it came from?"

Gordon turned to Eve.

"It might come from the hiding place of the Fishing King," Eve said slowly. "The Fishing King is hiding somewhere beneath the Blackwater River. The so-called 'rainbow water' may be the pollution discharged by the Fishing King from the gap in its dwelling. Only by entering the 'underwater royal court' described in the ancient books can the threat of the Fishing King be resolved once and for all."

"We have no idea how to get in there." Martin glanced at the map on the wall.

"But the cadres might know, and the name 'Ningning' that we discovered that day might also know, that she is suspected to be a mermaid, and mermaids are the enemy of the Fishing King," Gordon explained.

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"Mermaids," Martin looked up and thought for a moment, "Oh right, I specifically looked it up before, eating her flesh can extend your life by eight hundred years."

"Please don't say such scary things in such a serious tone."

"The original text of the file is like this, which means that if we really capture the mermaid, the various forces will not first consider letting her fight against the Fishing King. They would prefer that the Bureau of Affairs properly divide her up and let the various families enjoy her."

Gordon was speechless.

No wonder the mermaid kept hiding.