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

Chapter 82 A Great Result

In any case, Gordon desperately needs more support.

Under Charlotte's arrangement, people quickly took over the scene. Some set up the crucial windproof tents, while others lit torches in the courtyard. They had clearly already assigned responsibilities in the vehicle.

"How is she?" Charlotte asked worriedly, looking at Vera on the stretcher.

"We need to figure something out. We need to replenish her energy first." Gordon and Charlotte carried Vera under the tent.

He opened a kettle and crushed a few energy candies inside.

Charlotte knelt beside Vera and gently fed her the syrup with a small spoon. Vera did not react at first, but her throat trembled slightly a few seconds later.

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have agreed." Charlotte's attention was now focused on the giant dragon lizard corpse that stretched across the courtyard.

"The crocodile men and dragon lizard demons won't disappear on their own. We'll just encounter them in another place."

"Sigh." Charlotte looked at the dragon lizard demon. "It is—"

"Maintenance Fund".

"Um?"

"Such a large, heavy, and valuable alien corpse is enough to repair many things in the manor. As long as the scales, bones, alien materials, and glands can be sold at normal prices—" Gordon sighed, recalling the alien material buyers recorded in the Black Gill Gang's ledger, planning to make a fortune.

Actually, there are some advantages to the collapse. Gordon looked at the ruins of the building; the cleanup alone would take half a year, and the secrets in the basement could be kept secret for a while.

"Oh my god————"

"Incredible—"

"Look at this—" Charlotte's servants and guards pointed at the terrifying dragon lizard corpse, then turned to Gordon and Gray with barely concealed awe.

This thing, its shape—

Judging from the outline, it seems to be the "Shadow of Aston Street" that has been making headlines in the newspapers!

And they actually defeated it?

This is like a dream! But if you look closely, it's definitely real.

And then there's that terrifying crocodile man, a horrifying creature that appeared out of nowhere.

But now they're all dead.

He died at the hands of these three people!

They kept talking, their eyes filled with fear and shock.

Gray walked toward Kroger's standing corpse.

"What are you doing?" Gordon asked, staring at him.

"What if there's some Deathborn Source Material? In that case, all the Source Material in the arena would be distributed among the hunters." Gray wanted to give it a try.

Gordon saw a faint red glow emanating from Kroger's chest.

"Let's see how well I do it; I'm afraid you'll ruin it. Want to bet?"

"I don't gamble. But I want to see if your supposed expertise in identification is truly miraculous."

Gordon found his target, made a single cut, bypassing the internal organs, and cut open the abnormal tissue that was still twitching.

In less than half a minute, he had precisely dissected it.

This object is dark red all over, and its interior is constantly repeating the process of impact, collapse, and rebound.

Gray was stunned for a moment. Gordon's hands were ruthless and fast, undoubtedly showing his expertise in anatomy, and his speed in extracting the source material was extremely fast.

He had seen too many hunters dawdle for ages, only to destroy the hard-won source material.

If they saw Gordon's methods, they would probably all ask him for help.

Gao Deng examined the source closely.

[A distorted miniature source material—"Death's Strike." It can return damage to the perpetrator upon death. One death brings endless killing intent.]

For Gray—

It's a perfect match for the source material.

"What did you figure out?" Gray urged.

"The more you rush it, the slower it gets." Gordon sealed it in the sampling box, trying to guide Gray to understand, "—It is a source of death, a condensation of the crocodile man's furious counterattack before his death. If your ability is also related to frequent death, then it is very suitable—every time the enemy kills you, they will pay a price."

"It fits my system perfectly," Gray couldn't help but imagine, following Gordon's words.

His biggest worry was that the white crows would die in the melee.

However, if this source essence is incorporated, it will cause a tremendous qualitative change.

With so many white crows, the enemy is caught between a dilemma: should they kill them or not?

powerful!

"But how can you be so certain?" Gray couldn't help but question again. "Forensic experts usually need two or three weeks of experiments, a dozen or so reagents, and occasionally they'll even write a disclaimer. You only need thirty seconds."

"If you think it's too fast, you don't have to."

"I want."

Countless guesses immediately flashed through Gray's mind, some of which were so crazy that even he himself couldn't believe them.

Is the "law of indeterminacy," which prevents experts from delving into the mysteries of the origin, not absolute?

Is there really someone who can unravel the mystery of the source's nature?

Thinking of this, a surge of excitement crossed Gray's heart.

If there were a long-term, effective identification method, his entire hunting career could be changed.

However, it still cannot be completely trusted.

To be fair, what if Gao Deng is just spouting nonsense?

With some skepticism, Gray followed Gordon to the side of the dragon lizard demon.

Gordon glanced at it and saw a patch of emerald light behind the dragon lizard demon's neck, under its bony crown.

"Be careful here, don't break it," Gordon instructed.

"My sword will not break."

"What I'm obviously worried about is the source matter."

"Really?" Gray thrust his sword in, forcefully tearing open the scales.

Gordon then took over and slowly cut it with his hunting knife.

He reached his hand several tens of centimeters into the blood and dirt and took out a rhombus-shaped source material.

[A sturdy, small source material—"Emerald Scales." It can withstand impacts and mitigate damage. It is clearly very adept at taking hits.]

Another source material! Gordon was very satisfied.

Gray was exhausted from looking. In the past, a large group of people had been studying, discussing, dissecting, and cutting into the giant monster, and they still might not be able to find it even after a week of hard work.

This guy—he's really skilled.

"If the spoils are split equally, this one will be mine and Vera's." Gordon planned to make Vera a strong and powerful protective gear.

He remembered that Vera had wanted a set of equipment made of source material for a long time. If she really had a piece of source material armor, she would definitely suffer far fewer injuries.

"Okay." Gray took "Death Strike" away, while Gordon left behind "Emerald Scales".

Gray nodded in satisfaction.

Today's harvest was terrifying.

Leaving aside the enormous rewards and prestige from killing the crocodile man and the dragon lizard demon, there's also a source essence for each of them.

Most importantly, it's Gordon himself.

What exactly is that skill? If his alchemy abilities are as terrifying as he claims—

Gray felt like he had met the most outstanding and most unassuming guy in the city.

He thought Gordon was too high-profile, but he didn't expect him to be too low-profile!

Gray initially scoffed at Gordon's suggestion of "establishing a long-term cooperative relationship" before the operation. But now he doesn't think so anymore.

This ability alone is enough to develop a completely new organization around Gordon.

What hunting parties, agencies, secret cults, and supernatural associations—can they compare to this ability? If Gordon so desires, he will eventually gather a group of powerful hunters around him. They will bring their own essence, desires, and wounds, and will pay any price for his insights.

Thinking of this, he immediately swallowed the pain of his good horse dying in battle with his emotional killer.

Junior patrol officer Shirley arrived with reinforcements.

She dismounted from her ponies and first saw the dragon lizard demon, then looked at the telegram in her hand that read "large-scale demonic attack," and realized that the telegraph operator was being too modest.

Upon seeing the crocodile man's corpse, she paused again, her mouth slightly open.

Just ten days ago, she saw the scene of the crocodile man and the dragon lizard demon committing evil deeds from investigator Martin. Now, they have gone from being wanted criminals to being physical evidence!

"Investigator Vic!" Shirin jumped over, her face flushed with excitement, and saluted Gordon. "Shirin Paisley reporting for duty."

"Write it down: the cultists attacked Imperial investigators and have been wiped out. Record the facts truthfully, without altering a single word," Gordon ordered.

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"Trainee Investigator?"

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"Do you still want to advance your career? When you see the deputy director, do you address him as director or deputy director?"

"Oh?" Shirin quickly got to work, registering the corpses and escorting the prisoners. The surviving wet-footed men were transferred from the rural mounted police to the city's experts. A temporary seal was drawn around the dragon lizard demon's corpse, and Krogg was also covered with a white sheet.

Gordon found a bunch of 19 keys on Kroger's waist, which was likely the keys he used to enter and exit Greenwood Mansion.

But no orders or similar documents were found. Olivia was clearly not as direct as Harold; she never wrote down what she could say.

"What did you find out during your investigation of Green Shade Mansion?"

“There are many, countless clues. The laundry workers at Green Shade Mansion said they kept receiving girls’ old clothes. I took a few pieces, and the families of the missing girls found them and recognized them as their children.” Shirin’s expression was serious. “And I’ve been keeping an eye on them. Many of their cars went out tonight, and I notified the police station to set up roadblocks along the way.”

Were they here to reinforce Krogh, or to transfer supplies? Gordon wasn't sure, but he realized that Green Manor definitely had something to do next. He had no idea what the enemy had been doing for the past ten days.

"Wet feet can always be interrogated, damn it—there's no shortage of evidence." Gordon took a few steps with his hands behind his back. He had a letter in his hand that proved that Olivia Brundell had instructed a thief to infiltrate the Monford family.

Yes — we don’t lack evidence, we lack speed.

With this in mind, he made up his mind.

"We need to seal off Green Manor as soon as possible; we can't let them escape unscathed. The Crocodile Man died in the manor, taking the Dragon Lizard Demon and a bunch of Wetfoot Men with him. They definitely didn't come out of the ground. All the clues are there. If we can't find them, you're the one in charge."

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Shirin saluted, then couldn't help but turn to the corpses of the dragon lizard demon and the crocodile man.

He had previously only mentioned having a plan, without explaining its details or guaranteeing its success.

Now, the culprit behind the Black Gill Gang incident, and even the mastermind behind the drownings on shore over the past three months, has been brought to justice.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized how big the plan was.

"I never expected it to be like this, Mr. Investigator!" She was practically in awe of Gordon.

"It happens all the time." Gordon subconsciously tapped the air twice, but he didn't feel anything moving, nor did he see the snapshot that should appear in his mind.

Where is my cane?

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