It was difficult for Jenkins to understand whether the huntress' proposal was serious or just a joke. Anyway, he had no money and didn't need to think about it so much.
"One hundred thousand pounds? If I had even 10,000 pounds, I would have moved out of this dangerous city long ago, damn believer of the new god!"
He said bitterly, feeling that he was becoming more and more proficient in doing this kind of thing.
"I think that the believers of the New God should not be blamed for what happened recently. Although those people are really bold, at least they shouldn't be regarded as absolute bad guys."
The huntress said, picking up the banknotes on the table and skillfully counting them, a smile appeared on that ordinary face that would be forgotten at a glance.
"I just like customers like you who pay cash directly. Can you believe it? The last time someone paid me with a blue blood cod in a wooden box, that thing is still kept in the fish tank by me until now."
Blue blood cod is a special fish that can only be found in the deep sea, most of them are one-eyed. This kind of fish is born with a weak supernatural ability of [Danger Premonition], which is a kind of divination skill that is almost free, and it is very rare.
"Maybe if you eat it, you can gain its ability."
Jenkins made a joke and didn't mean to leave immediately.
"So, you don't think the believers of the New God are the reason for the many riots in this city?"
"Don't be tempted, there is no one who lives here who doesn't know the legend about the stage of destiny at the end of the era."
The woman laughed and said, "If you have any commissions, just tell them. It's really my fault for delaying the end of the task this time, so I can give you a 10% discount for the next commission."
"There is indeed one more thing..."
The flame jumped up from his hand with a whimper, and burned the stack of materials. He touched the position of /chest, not knowing whether the entrusted decision was right or wrong. But doubts have been in my heart for a long time, and there must be an answer.
"There is an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of Nolan, 10 miles east of the city's pet management center, about…"
"Needless to say, I'm not accepting any commissions for that hospital."
"May I ask why?"
The woman put down her raised left leg, put her right leg back on, and looked at Jenkins with narrow eyes:
"Because I don't want to die."
"What's there?"
"Thirty thousand pounds, after I tell that answer, I will move out of this city too."
"..."
Although I don't know why the huntress thinks that the moving cost is three times that of Jenkins' nonsense, but even if it is only half of it, he can't afford it.
In the end, I still didn't enjoy the 10% off commission service, but at least I saved another sum of money.
Before leaving the black market, I wandered around unwillingly, hoping that I could buy cheap and useful items as easily as the protagonist in the story, but this once again proved that the story is just a story.
Even if reality is a book, Jenkins thinks he might not be the so-called protagonist.
Back on the street again, I took Miss Miller's lady's pocket watch out of her pocket, only to find that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.
The original plan was to go home and pass the rest of the day by reading a book, but it was only halfway through that I remembered that the commission from the detective agency seemed to be over.
He patted his head, reached out and fiddled with the cat's head a few times. The latter squeezed its head out of the tight neckline again like a ****, and Jenkins could touch the top of the cat's head with his chin lowered.
So he lowered his head on purpose and rubbed his chin on the top of Chocolate's head a few times. As a result, Jenkins couldn't bear the irritation of the soft fur to the skin.
Compared with the deserted streets and black market, the business of Howard Detective Agency is very prosperous.
As he was going up the stairs, an old woman in a turban happened to be going down, wearing an old-fashioned black jacket trimmed with silver lace. Very gentlemanly retreat down the narrow stairs and let the woman go first. She didn't respond, she just lowered her head and looked sad.
Although he would also guess what kind of story she had, Jenkins would not be bored enough to inquire about other people's affairs.
Detective Deke Ofan, who accepted the commission from Jenkins, was unfortunately not here, but the commissioned files and reports were ready.
This was just an operation that the church sent Jenkins to test for safety. Even the entrustment was made up randomly, so he felt that there was no need for the detective to report to him personally.
The typist brought Jenkins a cup of hot tea, and he sat on the couch in Detective Oufan's reception room, untiing the rope wrapped around the paper bag.
The middle-aged man's rigid handwriting described in detail the whole process of tracking the widow living alone. The final conclusion is that the widow does often go out at night. And the reason for going out was actually a private meeting with a man.
"Mrs. Margaret is fifty years old, isn't she?"
The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, sweeping away the mentally polluted images that appeared in his mind. Continuing to turn backwards, Detective Oufan guessed through investigation that Mrs. Margaret was pregnant.
He cited many pieces of evidence, and seriously attached a list of persons who might cause the widow to become pregnant, including several well-known businessmen and nobles.
It seems that this neighbor also has a very wonderful life, and Jenkins accidentally pryed into other people's privacy.
He pretended to sit there patiently and read the documents, and then paid the final payment at the front desk of the firm, and politely rejected the suggestion to listen to Detective Oufan's final report.
"I just want to know if my neighbor is doing illegal things. Since Detective Oufan thinks there is no, then I don't need to pry into other people's privacy anymore. It's boring to spend money on this matter, I don't want to Will waste any more of my precious time. Good-bye then, fair lady, and thank you for the tea."
As he said this, he turned around and left, not noticing that the lady behind him hesitated to speak.
This time, I didn't meet Miss Magic whose real name is Agnes Howard, but Jenkins still remembered that she bought an ashes of [Illegal Longevity] at Mr. Hood's party last month.
"I hope that things about [Undead] will not implicate her."
Jenkins silently blessed this unfamiliar friend, but she who provoked the wishing tree will face the unknown price one day.
After finishing this matter, you only need to go to Mr. Pisco's funeral tomorrow, and there is nothing that must be done recently.
Thinking of Mr. Pisco, I couldn't help feeling a little dull. He will always remember this gentleman as well as the good Mr. Barnard who died.
PS: I went to the cinema to watch "White Snake: Origin" yesterday. I went alone, surrounded by couples... But the movie is not bad, the pictures and characters are blown away! Amway wave, support Guoman, now the rating is really high.
It was said on the Internet that there are restricted-rated lenses in it, but it ended up being clicked. Unfortunately, I was still looking forward to it... ahem.
Ask for a ticket.