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

Chapter 95 Meeting Eve

Another train pulled into the station, and the doors opened one by one, as crowds surged from the carriages onto the platform.

New footsteps, new pursuits, and new causes and effects immediately unfolded, merging into the ever-expanding world map.

It was too noisy, Gordon said, steadying himself on the table.

Everything before his eyes overlapped into large, indistinguishable patches of light.

Just as Gordon was struggling to regain his composure, he sensed something entirely new approaching.

A huge, pale, and shimmering flame entered his senses.

Gordon's world is made up of calculation and connections, and this blazing fire tries to illuminate and burn everything.

A hand wearing a lace glove rested on Gordon's shoulder.

"Breathe," she whispered. "Inhale, count to a few, and exhale slowly. Now you don't need to think anymore. You just need to know that the table is here, the floor is here, and you are here too."

Her voice was pleasant and gentle, with a clear rhythm.

Gordon looked up.

He first noticed a pair of pale golden eyes.

Then there was her exquisite appearance, with a gentle expression that made people feel relaxed.

then----

To be honest, it is indeed big.

The woman's long hair was neatly tied up, and she wore a dark long dress and a travel cloak.

Her chest was strangely voluptuous, her lower body was also quite large, and her long legs were tightly wrapped in black stockings, with a pair of beautiful high heels, her beautiful feet appearing and disappearing.

The warm, fragrant scent of jade slowly enveloped the area.

Her gaze fell, in turn, on the scar on Gordon's face, the intern investigator badge on his chest, and his old college jacket.

"You're Gordon Vick?" Eve asked with a smile, gently brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear.

"Welcome to Lundnium, Ms. Grant." He snapped back to reality.

"Thank you for picking me up," Eve said to Gordon.

Those impressions that once remained only on paper have now become more real and more captivating.

Gordon stood up; the dizziness had lessened.

He admired her, but he always felt that Eve was somewhat mysterious.

"What did you say to me just now? What was it?" he asked.

"It has no name, it's just a language skill that brings peace of mind."

Guess why I fainted.

"I don't know. But if Mr. Vic frequently encounters similar situations, I'm willing to help at any time."

She didn't have much stuff; she was carrying a leather suitcase with brass corner protectors.

Gordon had assumed that such a scholarly person would bring back boxes and boxes of books.

It seems she only carried her personal belongings; her knowledge was probably stored in her head.

Eve and Gordon arrived at the station together.

Gordon mounted his horse, furious that he had already eaten all the apples.

Eve gazed at the strong black horse.

"This is—your?" She looked at Gordon.

Clearly, she could discern her master's taste and social status from his mount.

"Of course." Gordon climbed on top of him.

"What a handsome horse—would you mind if I rode with you?" Eve asked.

Gordon realized that if he wanted Eve to mount the horse, she would have to sit in his lap.

At that time, he will press himself tightly against her back, so tightly that there won't be any air left between them.

They must have enjoyed it. But they certainly weren't being very rational.

Vera has an exceptionally good sense of smell.

"It's not very convenient."

"Oh—" Eve looked Gordon up and down carefully, her gaze quickly taking on a questioning look.

Have you decided where to settle down?

"No. I'm planning to find a hotel first. Does Mr. Vic have any recommendations?"

"Scholars Road? It's very close to the Royal College of Scientific Research. The environment is nice, and there are many lawyers there. If you want to complain about accommodation issues, you can find a representative on the spot."

Eve smiled.

She hired a carriage, and Gordon rode alongside her on horseback.

She ultimately chose the Blackwood Hotel on Xueshi Road, a five-story building with an elegant and spacious lobby, and the hotel staff were also very polite.

Eve booked a room facing the street, costing 2 silver dollars per day.

The room was small, with a carved double bed taking up nearly half the space. There was a suitcase rack at the foot of the bed, and a brass bathtub in the bathroom.

Eve quickly took off her travel cloak, hung it on a hanger, and folded up her lace gloves and sleeves, placing them on the bedside table.

With the cloak no longer obscuring her figure, Gordon's gaze inevitably fell upon her upper body once again; it was clearly large and attractive, with an exceptionally graceful figure.

"Please sit down." She patted the seat beside her, crossing one leg over the other.

Freed from the constraints of high heels, her toes, encased in the blackened toes of her stockings, twitched slightly, revealing their rounded texture.

Gordon sat down beside him, the mattress sinking slightly.

"You're not quite what I imagined." Eve turned her head, her golden eyes fixed on Gordon.

"Even more handsome?"

"Even more special."

"9

Eve leaned forward to observe Gordon's insignia as an intern investigator.

During this process, her neckline was also completely exposed to Gordon's view.

"The agency was recruiting temporary workers, so I went to help out. Believe me, it was definitely not a good job."

Eve chuckled softly.

"Professor Winslow allowed you to take this risk? How has he been lately?"

"The professor has been quite open-minded lately. He has given me an important responsibility: to promote and carry forward the ideas of the Winslow School."

"Did he really say that?"

"The professor probably had no other choice but to pick me; it was a reluctant one."

Eve was silent for a moment.

It's incredibly difficult for Winslow to truly accept someone.

"Don't say that. A professor like that would rather take knowledge to the grave than hand it over to some so-called unavoidable choice," she said softly.

"I know, but my plan is to make money using the name of this school of thought first, and then write it into a textbook."

"————" Eve winked at Gordon.

Even with her upbringing and knowledge, she sometimes found it difficult to understand what Gordon was thinking.

"Anyway, we have to see him tomorrow. Now that you're back in Lundnim, the professor will definitely want to see you." Gordon nodded.

"Okay." Eve thought for a moment, then looked at Gordon, "—You talked to the citizens about the 'Fishing King,' didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm not sure what it is, so we need to explore it together."

Eve's gaze toward Gordon deepened.

"The immortals," we sometimes describe them. Some things can remain on earth for a long time, achieving immortality. Faith, tools, rituals, civilizations—all can become the anchors that maintain their immortality.

"Is the King of Fishermen one of them?"

"Perhaps," Eve smiled. "Gordon, every immortal carries a vast fortune, leaving behind an immense legacy upon their fall. That's why I returned to Lundnim. Do you wish to kill the Fisher King?"

"I think we'll probably be collaborating on this quite often."

Gordon thought of the agency's all-out crackdown on the Blackwater Hermitage.

There will certainly be a lot of occult clues, and Eve's knowledge can provide key insights.

"How would you like to collaborate, Mr. Vic?" Eve asked with concern.

"We'll have to see what the Fishing King's treasure holds."

"The most important treasure is—the Four Sacred Relics," Eve recounted.

"Oh?"

"If my research is correct. It includes a box, a sword, a Holy Grail, and a net—" Eve observed Gordon's reaction.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

It seems that the silver fish box is not just an isolated oddity.

"I roughly know where the box is. We'll have to find a way to investigate the others. They seem to be related to an earthquake that occurred in the Blair Lock area twenty years ago."

"Okay, I will continue to collect information through my channels."

Eve's channels.

The Primal Knowledge Council. Gordon thought of that organization. Eve was said to be a member; once she returned to Lundnim, she would surely exchange intelligence with them closely.

In other words, through Eve, Gordon can obtain more clues about the supernatural.

Whether it's finding computational source material for himself or helping Vera find beast-type source material, he inevitably has to deal with Eve.

"I can gather clues during the fight against the Blackwater Order. If I find anything, I'll ask you to verify it," Gordon said slowly.

"Do you think the Fishing King is still alive? If it is, what is it doing now?" Eve suddenly changed the subject.

"Sleep. It can't keep working at the bottom of the river. You said it was injured."

"Maybe it's been awake all along."

"That would be terrible. It would watch its kingdom vanish, the descendants of its followers sweep chimneys, and factories turn its beloved Blackwater River into a stinking ditch. If it can tolerate that, it truly has the magnanimity of a king."

Eve smiled.

During their conversation, they realized they had gotten quite close to each other.

"A little something to say," Eve said politely, stepping back, opening the box, and taking out a watch.

The watch didn't look luxurious, but it shone slightly in Gordon's eyes, exuding a faint spirituality.

A pocket watch. Every man needs a watch.

"I suspect it must have some subtle, magical effect." Gordon refused to accept it.

"Of course," Eve said softly. "This is the rhythm of a light dream. Listen to it attentively for sixty seconds, and your mind will become more agile and focused, and distractions will quickly dissipate, helping you concentrate."

"cost?"

"I had a hard time falling asleep that night. Hmm—if you're having trouble sleeping because of this, you can come to this room to find me. I have a way to help you drift off to sleep again," Eve said gently.

"I will use it wisely." Gordon accepted the watch. "You must be tired from your journey. Please get some rest today. We'll visit Professor Winslow's house tomorrow."

"Okay." Eve nodded.

Gordon walked to the door and then stopped.

"Tomorrow we'll also be showing a talking white mouse that grows bigger and taller when it gets wet. Are you interested?"

Eve's eyes lit up slightly.

"Very—very interested."

Okay. Gordon went downstairs.

The days when rats run rampant and act with tyranny are probably numbered.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Gordon returned to No. 9 Knight Road.

After his "listening to the strings" ability was enhanced, he could feel Vera's breathing and hear her footsteps moving towards the door when he looked up.

She was also perceptive; she sensed Gordon's return, so she stood behind the door, shifted her weight forward, and waited for him to open the door so she could rush over and hug him tightly, lifting him off the ground.

Here it comes!

Gordon stopped in front of the door and opened it.

Vera rushed over.

He turned to the side, opened his arms, and pulled her into his embrace.

So Vera, who had originally intended to lift Gordon up, instead seemed to fall into his arms willingly.

"A nice welcome." Gordon bent down to kiss him, then returned indoors.

"Ouch." Vera let out a somewhat unconvinced snort, "You—"

"Things have changed," Gordon said for her.

-

Vera found it strange.

Gordon used to be very good at observing her. He was good at it from every angle. He even used strings to suspend her and make her pose in specific ways so that he could better appreciate her.

But today is different; it's as if everything has been planned out and the outcome is waiting to come true.

This was a completely new feeling of control that made her feel something again.

But then Vera sniffed again; it smelled of warm, fragrant jade.

This smell was on the letter paper, and now it's on Gordon's clothes.

She sniffed carefully again to make sure it hadn't penetrated her clothes before she could barely control herself.

"—Who? The person who wrote the letter?"

"She's no longer the one writing letters; she's gone to town, Eve Grant. Now she's a local resident."

"Damn. I don't want locals. She smells on you." Vera turned around, clearly displeased. As the saying goes, some people must respect the order of arrival.

Gordon didn't explain immediately, but looked around.

New furniture has been moved in, including a walnut wardrobe, a desk with drawers, a pair of armchairs, a large dining table, and a luxurious ironwood double bed.

[A large bed. When it left the factory, we believed love would be gentle.]

"Satisfied?" Gordon sat down on the bed, then lay down.

Ah—it feels so good!

A thick mattress and snow-white sheets covered the bed. Gordon used to envy the top-quality sleep in those luxury homes, but now he had it himself and didn't need to go anywhere else.

"I don't know yet." Vera lay down as well.

"You mean to say, you have to try to know?"

"Maybe." Vera walked up to Gordon, looked down at him, "Once this troublesome time is over—we can," "troublesome time?"

""

"Shirin came by at noon."

Gordon noticed a note on the table and traced it with a thin line to read it.

Shirin's handwriting is small and cute, with a few huge punctuation marks, conveying a kind of power that breaks through the paper.

"Investigator!!! Tonight at 10 PM!!! Assemble at Lundnim Police Station, 37 Blackstone Road!!! Don't be late!!!"