paranoianovel Chapter 37 Fors Wall
Chapter 37 Fors Wall
Evan extended his right hand again, displaying a fireball, and looked at Hugh Deercha, who was only up to his chest, and said:
"I never expected to see an 'arbitrator' upholding justice in the East District, a place that's more like a primeval jungle, so I was a bit curious and came to take a look."
Hugh Deer examined the fireball that appeared and disappeared in Evan's right hand, realizing that Evan was showing him that he had no ill intentions. Otherwise, he would not have displayed his abilities in front of him. He relaxed his grip on the triangular spike a little, but did not completely let his guard down.
"Since you charge for arbitration, shouldn't you also accept commissions?"
With Evan's keen observation skills, he naturally noticed that Hugh Deercha's guard had softened, so he spoke directly.
"Of course, whether it's arbitration, bounties, finding lost items, or any other commission, I'll take it all!"
Hugh Deercha's eyes lit up immediately when she heard this topic; it was what she was most interested in right now. Realizing that the other party might become her client, she became more enthusiastic in her tone.
"I have a difficult task, but the pay is very good. Are you willing to take it?"
When Evan heard the change in Hugh's tone, he knew he had found the other man's weakness.
"What kind of task is it, and what's the reward?"
"Follow a detective, a Fussack spy, find out all his sources, know the people and things around him, and don't alert him."
The reward depends on how well you complete the task, at least 10 pounds, how about that? Are you confident you can finish it?
Hugh Deercha's eyes lit up. She was a natural-born "arbitrator," having come to Backlund alone. Her money had long been spent on potions, and she was currently in debt, having borrowed money from her roommate for her current expenses. She was extremely eager for a mission.
But she quickly frowned, looking at Evan with a wary expression and asking suspiciously:
"How do you know that detective is a spy? If you know he's a spy, why didn't you report him? And who are you?"
Evan knew that Hugh had misunderstood him, thinking that he was also a member of another country's intelligence agency, and that he was planning to use her as a tool to kill someone, or even to make her a scapegoat. So he explained:
"I won't tell you how I know that detective is a spy. The reason I didn't report him but instead had you keep an eye on him is because I want to use him as a stepping stone for my advancement. I don't want anyone else to know. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Hugh Deercha was, after all, a former nobleman whose father even had access to the highest levels of the kingdom, so she immediately had many guesses about Evan, but she didn't know enough to be sure which guess it was.
After much deliberation, Hugh Deercha finally succumbed to the lure of a task with a minimum reward of 10 pounds and spoke up:
"Okay, I'll take this task. Who do you need to investigate?"
Upon hearing that Hugh had accepted the mission as expected, Evan couldn't help but smirk and say:
"Detective Zereil Victor Lee lives at 138 Rose Street, Backlund Bridge District. Here's a tip: he seems to have adopted children to help him gather intelligence."
Therefore, be extra vigilant about children who appear around him or in the vicinity of his residence, and do not reveal your whereabouts.
If our location is exposed and the target detects us, allowing the fish to escape, then this mission will be considered a failure, right?
"No problem, but where should I find you after I complete the mission, and what should I call you?"
Once Hugh Deercha heard that he had the target's name and address, he couldn't wait to get started and try to get the big reward as soon as possible.
"You don't need to know my name. If you have any information to report, just give it to Kaspars Kanlinin at the Brave Ones Bar on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge district, and say it's something 'for kids'."
If you need to contact me urgently, make a cross mark at the lion sculpture at the east gate of the city center park, and I will come to the Brave Ones Bar to find you as soon as possible.
Evan's task was very complicated, and he estimated that Hugh wouldn't be able to complete it in a short time. He planned to ask Caspar Canlinin to help him receive the items tomorrow night.
Hugh carefully noted down Evan's words, and after discussing some things with Evan, the two parted ways.
Afterwards, Evan began to familiarize himself with the situation in the East District again, and also found an inconspicuous house in the East District as his safe house.
After finishing this task, Evan returned to the safe house in the Backlund Bridge area, changed into his old clothes, and went home.
He had been out all day and hadn't yet written the civil service reform plan he promised Robert; Evan didn't want to wait until the last minute.
Meanwhile, in an apartment in the Joewood district, Fors Wall, the famous bestselling author of "Stormy Heights," who was often late in writing and lounging on the sofa with a cigarette in her hand, was surprised to find that her roommate, who usually returned home late at night, had come home early today.
Hugh Deercha walked into the apartment carrying a paper bag containing Dee's Pie, casually put the bag down, and, smelling the cigarette smoke in the air, said:
"Smoking is harmful to your health!"
Fors Wall didn't argue with him, but instead glanced at the clock in the corner of the living room and asked curiously:
"Why did you come home so early today? And you even bought me dinner. Did something good happen?"
Xiu glanced at the desk, where there was a blank sheet of paper that hadn't been touched since she left that morning. There wasn't a single word on it yet, and she couldn't help but shake her head inwardly, but she still excitedly recounted her day's events.
"Today, after I helped someone with arbitration, I met someone who gave me a job with a reward of at least 10 pounds. The job is fairly simple: to monitor and investigate a Fursac Empire spy and find out his intelligence sources. I just don't know if there are any other additional risks involved."
After listening to his friend's story, veteran writer Fors Wall picked up his coffee from the coffee table, took a sip, and said:
"I feel the biggest risk is that you mess things up, letting the target discover your investigation and ultimately alerting them."
But why would this person entrust you with such an important task? You don't have anything that could be taken advantage of, do you? You're alright looking, but too short. Your only real value is your life. By the way, what's this person's identity? Is he reliable?
Hugh Deercha, used to being teased by his friend, completely ignored the first part of her sentence and instead talked about his own feelings:
"I feel that this person should be a rich kid with a background. Although he is dressed as a worker, his speech and behavior are very different from those of a worker. Although he is disguised, I can still tell that he should be very young."
Moreover, he explicitly told me that he wanted to use his goal as a stepping stone to advancement, and that he could even unleash fireballs, making him an extraordinary individual.
Fors Wall narrowed his eyes, flicked the ash from the ashtray, and analyzed:
"The kingdom has just suffered a defeat in the war against the Fusak Empire in the Southern Continent. If we can capture a Fusak spy who has been hiding for many years, it will relieve the pressure on the big shots and would indeed be a great achievement."
Furthermore, the person who issued the mission is very young, so it's possible that he didn't discover the spy himself, but rather that his background provided the information, plus he is an extraordinary being...
In just a few words, Fors Wall had already drawn up a picture in his mind of the person who had given Hugh the task of investigating.
"Could the person who gave you this mission be one of the legendary MI9 agents? He must be a rich kid who just joined MI9 and is eager to prove himself. His family also has resources, so they entrusted him with a hidden spy."
He wanted to make a great contribution by doing this, but he didn't want others to know, so he asked you, someone he only met today, to investigate. That must be it.
After listening to his friend's analysis, Hugh Deercha sighed and said:
"I now completely believe that you wrote 'The Stormy Manor'. There is a very brilliant reasoning passage in it. I always thought you had someone else write it, but now it seems that you really did write it."
Fors Wall rolled her eyes at this, but didn't say anything; the two of them were used to teasing each other. Then she continued to analyze for her friend:
"If my guess is correct, then this is a good opportunity for you. The 'Arbitrator' path you belong to is affiliated with the Augustus royal family, and it is very rare to find the corresponding potion recipes and materials on the market."
MI9 certainly has no shortage of these things. If you can complete the mission well and make that person look at you differently, he might be able to recruit you into MI9.
By then, it will be much easier for you to find recipes and materials. You will also be able to transform from a wild extraordinary individual who is hiding in the shadows into an official extraordinary individual who can live in the sunlight. I heard that the salaries of official extraordinary individuals are extremely high, comparable to those of top lawyers.
And I might even get some benefit from your help; maybe I can find the 'Master of Tricks' potion recipe...
The more Fors Wall analyzed it, the more he felt this was a good opportunity for Hugh Deercha, but his voice grew lower and lower as he spoke.
Hugh Deercha knew that Fors was thinking of the kind old lady who had been so kind to her, and was about to go up and comfort her when Fors Wall suddenly looked up and said energetically:
"Tomorrow I'll go with you to investigate that spy. Let's finish the mission as soon as possible and see if we can get you into MI9!"
Looking at his friend who suddenly seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, Hugh Deercha said with a headache:
"Those were all hypothetical scenarios, and they might not even be true. The higher your hopes are, the greater your disappointment might be."
"It's okay, this is a new experience for me too, and I'm having a bad time starting a new book right now, so maybe I can find some inspiration from this mission."
Upon hearing this, Hugh Deercha stopped objecting, but then suddenly remembered something and said:
"It's fine if you come along, but you can't have a share of the payment!"
"At least get a share..."
Tingen, Halles district, fortune tellers' club.
Klein, who had already registered as a member of the fortune tellers' club, watched as Hainason Vancent, a veteran of the fortune telling world, talked about the essentials of fortune telling on the stage.