"What's up?"
The clown's voice was still so erratic.
"There is a troublesome matter related to the Orthodox Church... Forget it, let's find the huntress, does she have time?"
"Yes, wait a minute."
Having worked with Huntress a few times, Jenkins thinks this guy is quick and gets the job done every time. The thing he wants to entrust this time is very important, so he must find someone with outstanding ability.
"Oh, and one more thing."
He stopped the clown who was about to look for someone again, and saw him pressing out the candle with his ridiculously dirty cat's claw gloves, so he took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice:
"I need an absolutely safe, unregistered bank account that is common in the three kingdoms. Yes, it is the kind of account that handles troublesome money. Can you provide it?"
"It's very simple, 30 pounds, and I will give you the account name and password later. You can go to the traveler's bank to change these contents yourself, but I want to remind you, if you have committed a crime, please don't be implicated here."
"I know this. This is the rule of the black market... Wait, who said I'm going to commit a crime?"
"Huh~"
The clown, whose face was painted with oil paint, made a mocking sound, and then walked deeper into the darkness step by step.
Jenkins doesn't know the situation elsewhere, but he believes that the underground black market in Nolan City probably cannot be regarded as the largest in the entire area. For the sake of safety, most illegal bestowers would not choose to settle in big cities. On the contrary, rural towns or remote small kingdoms are excellent choices.
Therefore, in the countryside, there are some large-scale black markets for gifters. These black markets are held on a regular basis, but they are more prone to problems in unregulated places than in the strict urban black markets.
This is what my dad told me.
The clown only took half an hour to come back this time. He also gave Jenkins a metal ring wrapped in a note. numbers. And Jenkins handed him 30 pounds.
The ring is actually a seal, and the note is the account name and password of the bank. The three must be used together to grasp the entire account. The current banking industry is underdeveloped, and only accounts with the highest standards can realize remittances between different countries. Even so, it will take a certain amount of time to complete the data aggregation of different branches, and remittances between different places can only be completed in larger cities.
Moreover, the annual fee of this kind of account is also very high. The clown told him that at least 11 pounds and 3 shillings must be kept in the account so that it will not be frozen at the end of the year. Generally speaking, it is a very troublesome thing.
When she saw the huntress, she had already reached the room where only one candle was burning. Jenkins is now more certain that the location of this room is also underground, because he can hear the sound of gurgling from above his head at this moment, which means that there are a large number of deep-buried steam pipes passing through the top of his head.
"The intermediary said that you appointed me directly, so you are not a new client? Or have you been introduced by an acquaintance?"
Jenkins didn't speak, but sat on the sofa with his waist upright, which was not his usual sitting posture.
Sure enough, keeping such a posture, she really didn't recognize who Jenkins was.
"Well, I have no intention of prying into your privacy, so what do I need to do?"
"Currently, there are several givers of the [Sun and Justice] church in Nolan. Their original purpose was to recover a special item, so they did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, but they are not now... I need you to investigate , What are they doing recently. I don’t need to know the purpose, it’s too dangerous. I just want to know their activity track within a week since this week.”
He was worried that those people would be disturbed, and he would get burned instead, so he only wanted to know some of the current situation.
"oh?"
An interested smile appeared on the overly ordinary face of the huntress: "I won't commit crimes."
"How many pounds?"
he asked coldly.
"I just need to follow up and don't need to investigate deeply?"
"You can think so."
"Tsk, 300 pounds."
There was a mocking smile on his face.
"The lion opened his mouth?"
Jenkins was not angry either, and still maintained that indifferent attitude.
"Lion? That's an interesting analogy. But it's not a big mouth, because you're not telling the truth—what the hell are they doing? I have to know this to act, or no one knows what's going to happen."
There is some truth to this, but Jenkins certainly cannot say that he has embezzled a drop of other people's divinity.
"They're looking for something they don't even know about, I'm being honest."
The woman was silent for a while, and gradually frowned. Jenkins observed a golden light spot in front of her blooming brightly, but he didn't know what ability was at work.
"Since it only needs to be tracked, it's fairly simple. But this commission involves the Orthodox Church, so I have to take some risks, so the price may be more expensive."
"It should be, I can understand, but please give a reasonable price."
"It's good that you understand, since it's a one-week trip, then... 50 pounds."
Jenkins hesitated for a few seconds, and wanted to lower the price as usual, but quickly made up his mind: "Yes, but it must not be discovered."
He knew that the price was fair. The last entrustment for the house was 22 pounds, but that time, although the matter was troublesome, it was not sure whether he would have contact with the benefactor, so it was cheap. This time, I will take the initiative to follow the benefactor of the Orthodox Church. Although the price of 50 pounds is painful, it is not expensive.
While Jenkins was taking the deposit, the huntress sat across from him and joked:
"Although I don't mind who you are, I hope God blesses you, you must not be a wanted criminal. Although stalking is immoral, it doesn't seem to be breaking the law. I hope that your troubles will not involve me."
"I have no trouble."
he saluted.
"I'm not in the least interested in that."
The woman shrugged and leaned back on the soft back of the sofa with a relaxed body. But he was still vigilant in his heart, after all, this stranger's entrustment was related to the Orthodox Church.
"Could it be a cultist who has been very active recently?"
She wondered in her heart, and looked at the man sitting on the edge of the candle light again.
His face is expressionless, and there is no special temperament related to his profession. But the more you stare at him, the more you feel that this person is very strange. As for what's weird...