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

Chapter 86 We're Rich Now

The check bore the imperial lion emblem, and the amount was listed as 33 gold pounds, 6 silver pounds, and 66 copper cents. The paper was treated with anti-counterfeiting measures, and it gleamed with a faint silver light in Gordon's eyes.

remuneration.

"This is the bounty for Krogg and the Dragon Lizard Demon, worth a total of 100 gold pounds. You, Carterett, and Gray will split it equally."

"loyalty!"

"You're still living with Cartrett?"

"Yeah, yeah." Gordon took the two checks, but he quickly realized a problem, "—wait a minute."

"explain."

"If the three checks are equal, the total amount is only 99 gold pounds, 19 silver pounds, and 98 copper cents. Where did the remaining 2 copper cents go?"

"The portion less than 1 copper coin is still valid; it will simply be paid out when you claim your reward next time."

"That makes sense. You'll always remember you owe me two-thirds of a copper coin; I'll calculate it next time."

"I know."

Gordon returned to Whitethorn Ranch in Surrey by stagecoach in the evening. Along the way, the villagers in the carriage kept talking about the weather, the price of wool, and the snoring of drunkards.

After getting off the bus, Gordon walked all the way back to the ranch cabin.

Vera was already able to get out of bed, and as soon as she opened the door, she rushed over and kissed him.

The kissing was so natural, as if they had been doing it for many years.

Not content with the initial light touch, Gordon quickly tasted the sweetness of honey, the saltiness of bacon, and the lingering bitterness of the compound on her tongue. The first two indicated a good appetite, while the medicinal taste suggested her injuries hadn't healed.

When they parted, Vera looked down at him.

"How do you feel?" she asked in a low voice.

"I need to gather some more information." Gordon kissed her again.

During dinner, Gordon told her about the progress on Martin's side.

"Once the paperwork and tests are completed—presumably to see if you can smash a wall with one punch—you'll become a Tier 3 professional hunter."

"Finally." Vera felt a little unreal. "—And I have my own firm."

"It still needs to be tested. Have you ever broken bricks before?"

"It was broken."

"This time it might be a wall."

"I have confidence."

"Our renovation ideas are finally going to become a reality."

"It will cost a lot of money."

"It's alright." Gordon took out two checks and placed them on the table. "There's still a lot of money left, from the dragon lizard demon, from selling rats, and from the money I got for getting an excellent grade on my research project. When university starts, the school will also give me a scholarship."

"And my savings, I'll put them in too."

"You can keep some."

"Put them all in."

"Okay." Gordon nodded. "Put them all in."

Money, jobs, risks, and the life we'll spend together in the future—all of that is in the bag.

After finishing his meal, Gordon went outside to continue training.

This time, he was practicing his now-lengthened divine thread.

He summoned it into the air, where the lines danced slowly, like a soaring spider silk.

Now, after measurement, it's a full 12.5 meters long, five times the original length. It can be laid out in a room to entangle large targets. When we get back to the city, we can even use it to prop up a neighbor's window.

Gordon tried throwing the line at the tree trunk; the thin line flew to the bark, stuck to it, and then slid off, like throwing a shoelace at an enemy's face.

Obviously, achieving rapid cutting similar to molecular lines is still quite difficult.

Because thin thread is soft, it lacks stable support in the air and will only drift when swung quickly. Moreover, the longer it is, the more difficult it is to control, and even if the thread is sharp enough, it is difficult to make a cut.

It is not a natural whip, at least not now.

Gordon thought for a moment. Since they couldn't cut it, they decided to tie it up and let the thread do what a thread is meant to do.

He rotated his fingers, and the thin thread wrapped around the tree trunk, interlacing and coiling four or five times, pulling both ends outwards simultaneously to ensure it was taut.

Transparent threads are embedded in the rough bark to create a stable contact surface.

Then, Gordon held one end of the line in his hand and initiated synchronous transmission.

Rapid vibration!

Buzzing—!

The string is fully drawn, initially vibrating slightly, then gradually increasing in speed, pulling back and forth, repeatedly rubbing against the bark in a taut state, concentrating the force on an extremely narrow contact surface.

The bark of the ash tree was worn into rings, and wood chips fell off in a flurry. The wood chips then became finer and darker in color.

The heat generated by high-speed friction gradually accumulated, a wisp of smoke rose, and the air was filled with the strange smell of burnt wood.

Gordon continued to increase the frequency.

Sizzle! Sizzle—

The buzzing of the thin thread then became sharp, like the shrill cry of a violin being played forcefully, causing the grazing sheep on the nearby meadow to step back slightly.

Snapped!

With repeated cutting, dark red sparks appeared on the tree bark, a small piece of charred bark flew off, and there was a faint tendency for the trunk to catch fire.

Gordon stopped and approached to observe.

—Incredible.

The tree trunk was marked with nearly 2 centimeters of deep black burn marks, crisscrossing each other.

If you had continued cutting, the tree would have slowly split open from the middle.

now it's right.

If the target were a human's hands, feet, or body, the combination of binding and high-frequency vibration would definitely turn that person into minced meat.

Not to mention that Gordon can control the flow of fluids; as long as the other person bleeds even a little, he can induce massive bleeding.

One source essence binds a person, another source essence bleeds them.

Vera stood behind the window looking at Gordon.

Her gaze lingered on Gordon's fingers, the taut wire, and the charred marks on the tree trunk before finally settling on Gordon himself.

To be honest, every time she sees the God's Line, the first thing that comes to mind is that afternoon when Gordon tied her hands.

Transparent threads, precise control, continuous tightening, high-frequency vibration —

Vera suddenly felt a little hot.

After finishing his training, Gordon was somewhat depleted of mental energy. He returned to the house and saw Vera's condition.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"Your face is so red, is your wound infected?"

"no."

"You have a fever? Let me take your temperature."

"I need to take a shower first."

"The wound can't get wet, do you need help?"

Vera stopped and looked back at Gordon, then saw his hand again.

"----need."

Because it was in the countryside, it wasn't very convenient. Gao Deng boiled several kettles of water before he could gather enough for a bucket of water at the right temperature.

"how?"

"Scrub my back. But don't scrub there."

"here?"

"It's not there either."

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"You should be more precise. Medicine has very strict requirements regarding orientation—Vera, I don't want to hear you say 'here' and 'there' anymore."

The following day, June 27, Gordon and Vera drove back to Lundnim and first went to their new home in Montfort on the Golden Lion Avenue.

In the drawing room, Charlotte showed Gordon the newspaper. Today she was wearing a cream-colored long dress, and her hair, tied with a blue ribbon, flowed naturally.

"The Imperial Sword Unsheathed: The Bureau of Demon Affairs Strikes Down a Cult in One Night"

The subtitle, in a smaller font, reads: "Kellogg, the 'Crocodile Man' and the 'Shadow of Aston Street'—the leader-level dragon lizard demons—are brought to justice."

Wow.

Gordon read it twice.

The text vividly and imaginatively describes how the "Special Operations Group of the Secretariat" had long-term surveillance and locked onto the enemy, how they launched a tight encirclement in the countryside, and how they wiped out the stubborn cultists.

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The article highly praised the agency's intelligence system, tactical skills, and unwavering determination to safeguard the peace of the empire.

Trainee investigator Gordon Vic provides crucial support. Professional hunter Arthur Gray is the core fighting force. Apprentice hunter Vera Cartret is responsible for patrols.

"Long-term surveillance." This is how Gordon observed the wording.

"It did take ten days," Charlotte said, counting the days.

"To capture them all?"

"The man with wet feet was indeed tied up with a rope by the mounted police."

"Closely surrounded?"

"It doesn't say who's surrounding whom—in short, we need to convince the public that everything is under control." Charlotte took the newspaper back.

Charlotte then prepared tea for both Gordon and Vera.

"How's the wound?" she asked, standing next to Vera and observing her.

"We can move around, but we can't fight yet."

"Then don't force yourself." Charlotte prepared a honey almond cake for Vera.

Then she turned to look at Gordon.

"What are you doing standing there?"

"Feel the wonderful aura emanating from you."

"Sit down when you're done experiencing it."

Gordon sat down immediately.

"This is money. It's said to be the main driving force behind pulling you back from the afterlife to me." Charlotte placed several rolls of gold pounds on the table.

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