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

Chapter 159 Three People Together

Three people sharing one bedroom!

"Martin, you can eat anything, but you can't say anything," Gordon warned.

"Safety first, and besides, given the current weather, Lundnium is not a suitable place for the Imperial Pillars" and their advisors and guards to repeatedly traverse the city.

"Isn't there anywhere else I can lie down for a while?"

“Yes,” Martin pulled his folding bed out from under the table, narrow like some kind of interrogation tool, “you can rest in this office.”

Gordon looked at the folding bed.

"Okay, but I hope you're not around."

"Of course I'm here, otherwise where would I sleep?"

"Let's lead the way quickly." Gordon stood up solemnly.

There is an empty room on the east side of the third floor of the Department of Otherworldly Affairs, which looks like a temporary reception room.

Martin opened the door for them. The room was small, with a wooden single bed against the wall covered with a gray sheet, and a large copper basin and a ceramic kettle at the foot of the bed.

There was a square window in the wall, which was being pattered by raindrops, letting in the gray sunlight from outside. Below it was a writing desk and an oil lamp, and there was only an empty wardrobe with several blankets inside.

[Single bed. Please be mindful of your actions from now on.]

A gray blanket. I have no hope for its future.

[A window. A square frame faithfully depicting the weather.]

Gordon tapped the floor with his cane. The entire building was indeed as hard as iron, with thick walls. He could hear the footsteps of security personnel in the distance. It wasn't luxurious, but it was certainly an extremely safe place.

Martin left three sets of keys and a promotional brochure for the San Barto auction, which Gordon picked up and read.

Rare artifacts from around the world gather at St. Barto Monastery, each with an extraordinary provenance!

"The Ivory of the Southern Continent! The Tears of the Sky of Barat! And the Golden Mask of Misser!"

Gordon flipped through the catalog. The St. Bartholomew's Monastery auction consisted of an outer auction area and an inner auction area. The catalog was dazzling and full of exotic charm, with many rare treasures, described in a very serious manner.

This trip will definitely be fruitful; I might even be able to buy some pretty little things for everyone.

With 1257 gold pounds in his pocket, Gordon was confident he could acquire some real treasures.

"The cafeteria stops serving hot food at 7 PM, the library is open all night, and there is hot water in the restroom at the end of the corridor, but it's not guaranteed."

Do not enter rooms marked in red.

What's in the room marked in red?

"Something more troublesome than you," Martin said as he left, his voice fading as the door clicked shut.

Vera sat on the bed; the room was too small for her size, and her long legs had almost nowhere to rest on the floor.

She sat down hard on the bed, as if testing something.

"It will break."

"If we just lie there, it won't get bad," Gordon reminded him.

Eve touched the heating pipe to make sure the temperature was acceptable before taking off her gloves and placing them on it.

"Speaking of which," Gordon thought, the horror story Martin had told him earlier echoing in his mind, "does eating mermaids really make you live longer?"

Eve first smoothed out her long black dress, allowing the satin to perfectly outline her overly broad back curves, to avoid making the dress look messy, before slowly sitting down on the chair.

"There are corresponding rituals, and as for the specific ritual actions—that's valuable knowledge." Eve placed her handbag on the table.

"I really want to know."

"Is this why you insisted on sharing a room with me despite everything, junior—the pursuit of forbidden knowledge—"

"It's very important; it depends on how we cook Ningning."

"Alright." Eve also wanted to know Gordon's opinion on certain issues. "—Eating meat is just a vulgar misunderstanding. We don't need to sprinkle her with lemon juice and salt and pepper. The specific ritual is called the Noble Life Ritual. The real sacrifice is the mermaid herself, and the core of the ritual is her death. Only one person can gain immortality from it, forcibly plundering the mermaid's long lifespan."

"So there's no such thing as them crowding around to eat her."

"Accurate, but tempting enough, isn't it? The leaders of the various ducal families of the Logris Empire relentlessly pursue power, authority, and immortality—if killing an alien life form could grant them eternal life, they would certainly consider it a worthwhile deal."

Gordon looked up and thought for a while.

He had met the mermaid once that day, but he couldn't remember her exact appearance. He only remembered her damp long hair, unusually bright eyes, her indifferent behavior when she was biting Harold, and the sudden rain.

These things gradually became more and more mysterious.

Who created this ritual?

"It involves esoteric knowledge like the siren's song score. Such rituals belong to the teachings of the Realm of Truth, and cannot be created by human hands. Their effects are far beyond those of ordinary rituals—" After Eve finished speaking, she turned to Gordon, looking directly into his eyes, "If you really had the chance, would you perform the Noble Life Ritual on yourself? Do you really want an eight-hundred-year lifespan?"

Gordon thought for a moment.

"Of course I want it. No one would refuse immortality. I haven't lived enough or earned enough yet. But if it's an empty, aimless immortality that only causes trouble, it's just a disguised life sentence."

Eve watched him with great interest.

Gordon clearly wants to do what he loves in his own way, and he will work tirelessly for it.

Any other temptations seemed to be nothing more than noise to him.

"You want more than just time; your dream is to live a free life that you love," Eve concluded.

"That's a good summary. This quote should be included in my biography, on the title page, followed by a description of my personal charm."

Later that evening, a clerk brought in a light dinner.

The tin platter contained mashed potatoes, beets, mushy beef, and white bread. The food wasn't great, but at least it was hot.

of.

Vera ate quickly. Gordon fed her several different flavored energy candies, and she stuffed bread into Gordon's mouth with practiced ease, without exchanging any unnecessary words with him.

Night had fallen.

Eve sized up Gordon and Vera, predicting that they might be about to have a few rounds.

"You can ignore my existence," she said softly.

Vera looked up, her eyes lighting up.

"You don't appear to be invisible," Gordon reasonably questioned.

"Soon. I'm going to the agency's library. It holds a lot of confiscated books, some of which are mine, including some records of divine revelation and academic works that have been denounced as heretical, such as 'The Third Impact,' which I've been trying to get back—so I might not be back until late at night." Eve stood up.

"I hope you find useful knowledge."

"Thank you." Eve stood up, picked up her handbag, and put on her gloves. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to get in here. I will repay you sometime in the future."

"We're like family."

Eve opened the door, turned around, and gave a gentle, restrained smile.

Please make yourself at home.

Eve walked outside.

Her steps were steady at first, but quickened after she turned into the corridor.

When three people are staying together, it is obviously proper to politely leave and leave the lovers with private space.

But that's the mindset of the weak.

We need to get the book as soon as possible and come back quickly.

Of course, it's not for spying or interrupting, absolutely not, and certainly not to find something to talk about in the future.

Eve takes light as her path and needs to understand all the important experiences in the world, which naturally includes love and the possessive behaviors that love can induce.

To date, she has only learned about the relevant information from vague records in books.

This was an unacceptable knowledge gap for her.

Also, imagine the delicious looks on Gordon and Vera's faces when they're caught red-handed—it must be incredibly delightful.

Eve felt a surge of excitement just thinking about that scene; this was a study that needed to be conducted as soon as possible.

inside the room.

"She's gone," Vera said.

"I can tell."

"Okay, then I—" Vera stood in front of Gordon.

She kissed him.

The two blankets quickly came in handy.

It was very cold outside, which made it slightly chilly inside as well.

This is the perfect time for Vera to train.

The raindrops continued to tap against the window, and the oil lamp burned quietly.

About 30 minutes later, the door lock turned.

"Eve is back."

"It's fine."

Eve entered the room carrying four thick books.

She blinked.

Vera peeked out and turned to look at Eve.

She didn't even bother to say "Why are you back?" and then pulled up a blanket.

Eve had prepared several gentle, deadly, and mischievous greetings.

She longed to see the shyness, nervousness, or unease on Vera's face, but Eve only saw naturalness, ease, and confidence, while Gordon was nowhere to be seen.

In any case, the room exuded an unfamiliar scent, like a specially made pheromone.

The scent was so strong that it overwhelmed the other scents in the small room, truly giving off the feeling one would expect from a "beast."

Eve felt that the joke she had planned was a bit unnecessary.

"Then, I didn't see anything."

Eve sat down in the chair and opened the rare book she had found, "The Third Impact."

She stared at the pages of the book, trying to maintain a calm expression.

They must be very happy, Eve couldn't understand it yet.

It felt a little strange, like three people were together, two of whom had already gone into a warm house, while she was still standing outside the door.

Eve turned to a page; she had longed for this book, which described the fall of the ancient human empires during the First Age and contained invaluable knowledge.

Having been an avid reader for a long time, she flipped through four or five pages but didn't remember what she had read.

Half an hour later, Eve finally got up and sat down at the table.

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