Chapter 173: Detective (3500+ added)

"So?"

Aaron asked, noncommittal.

"I've made contact with a Mysterious organization. It promised me that as long as I pay a large sum of money, they can bring me into that world! This is also why I've been short on funds recently!"

William Mark said, "When that time comes, my family will leap to become a bloodline inheritance possessing Extraordinary Ability!"

'Look into the Investigation Bureau; even if you obtain the Extraordinary, you might just become a rat in the gutter, constantly accompanied by madness...'

'Other great nobles have backgrounds, foundations, and strength, which is why they can pass down Mysterious knowledge as a family legacy... For an ordinary person to suddenly obtain a Mysterious inheritance, it is far more likely they will be invited by the Investigation Bureau to have coffee.'

Aaron continued to mutter to himself in his heart: 'Furthermore, I have never heard of a Mysterious society that lets you in just by paying money... Studying Occultism still requires a certain aptitude. Aptitude here doesn't mean talent, but rather a mental trait of being either cold or insane, and being too old or too young is extremely dangerous...'

"Alright..." William Mark saw the determination on his face, shook his head, and stood up to take his leave: "I hope you can change your mind..."

Based on his observations during this period, that surgeon is highly likely to be involved with the Extraordinary and the Mysterious!

At this moment, that man even turned his face and made a face at him.

Perhaps some Secrecy rituals could provide them with protection, but this clearly does not belong to a Mysterious organization that you can enter by paying money.

Aaron seriously suspected that William Mark had encountered a swindler who only had a superficial understanding of the Mysterious world.

William Mark shook his head and sighed: "Otherwise, I would indeed like to have a talk with him..."

He thought for a moment, manipulated the illusory Evil Spirit, and directly possessed the clothes of this follower.

As he was leaving, he leaned forward, taking the opportunity to say goodbye: "Seriously... Aaron... think about it again. After I join that circle, I will also open channels for you!"

"I have some things I need to consider; do not disturb me."

At this moment, through the reflection in the glass, he suddenly saw that on the body of a man walking by in a hurry, there was another phantom of a man wearing formal attire.

Aaron felt it was quite interesting, staring face-to-face at the follower's face.

Looking at the somewhat hazy sky, he shook his head: "Even a scorching sun cannot hinder an Evil Spirit's ability to act at all..."

"Mm, I will consider it carefully."

'Actually, I don't have any money to lend you either...'

Just then, he looked in a certain direction, his brows furrowing slightly.

He paused and gave a tactful reminder: "This... have you discussed it with other friends, such as Hannibal?"

Whenever the William Mark ahead met someone or arrived somewhere, he would take out a notebook and secretly make records.

"Sorry, Detective Duvie, I have some private matters."

"A detective?! These days, do even swindlers look for detectives to do background checks before they start working?"

Following the subtle intuition from before, he arrived at a corner of Golden Rose Street and found a young man wearing a brown coat and a black round hat, whose features looked very ordinary.

Aaron was speechless, but as he walked upstairs with this young detective, a folder was thrown at him: "Adrian, where did you go this morning?"

'Actually, as long as William is a bit more cautious and finds the right channel, one thousand pounds is enough to obtain initial knowledge and a partial inheritance...'

Returning to the room, Aaron called for Sylvia and instructed her not to disturb him.

Then, he returned to his own room, locked the door, set up a Warning Ritual, and put on the Ring of Power, beginning to pray to himself.

A little boy, his left hand held by an adult and his right hand holding a balloon, passed by, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on a giant doll inside the floor-to-ceiling glass of a shop.

'After all... the price I charge is definitely cheaper than his channel!'

"A follower? It shouldn't be me, but rather someone William attracted..."

Too old, with enough life experience, but the body can no longer support it.

With a playful heart, Aaron, who had teased the little boy, followed that follower through the city for half a day from the brand-new perspective of an Evil Spirit.

Aaron, incarnated as the Evil Spirit Aokelaier, passed directly through the wall and arrived on the street.

This time, he did not seize control of the other person's body, so this detective just inexplicably felt a chill, wrapped his clothes tighter around himself, and then continued his work for the day.

"No... ever since Hannibal treated me last time, he received an invitation to go out of town to perform surgery for someone..."

Aaron realized.

'Hollow rich man,' Aaron added in his heart.

Too young, unable to resist the potential for madness that accompanies the accumulation of Spirituality.

Watching William's departing back, Aaron sighed.

Whoosh!

He was secretly following behind William Mark, using pedestrians and buildings to constantly obscure his figure, appearing to have mastered certain tracking techniques.

After the meal, the other person walked toward the slums and stopped in front of a dilapidated building.

But when he looked at the glass again, that pale, expressionless face had vanished without a trace.

Then, he watched as the other person ordered a pot of hot tea and two slices of buttered bread in a civilian restaurant, spending no more than four pence for lunch.

"Waaah!"

"William..." Aaron pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Although it is said that many great tycoons started by investing, in reality, they never invest in fields they don't understand... You are rashly stepping into the Mysterious; well, assuming the Mysterious exists, what is the return? There is too much uncertainty in this kind of thing... Although the textile factory shares are tempting, I cannot harm you."

Inside the room, an invisible breeze seemed to appear, blowing gently.

The so-called going out of town to perform surgery was nothing more than an excuse!

'Last time, was that when the insect plague in the Witch's House broke out?'

The little boy was so scared he started crying directly, pointing at the glass with tears streaming down.

On the wall of the second floor, there was also an advertisement board—'Duvie Detective Agency, specializing in catching adultery, finding lost items, providing personal protection...'

Aaron nodded solemnly, beginning to plan in his heart whether he should find an opportunity to sell that incomplete 'Pupa' inheritance he obtained from Benjamin's house to poor William.

That was the time when the Investigation Bureau was at its most high-pressure, and there was also a parasite outbreak; as a doctor, Hannibal must have received a lot of news and perhaps had already decided to avoid this vortex of disaster.

The young man named Adrian apologized hurriedly, picked up the folder from the ground, and began to work.

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing formal attire, biting on a pipe, and looking extremely shrewd.

It was evident that he was the real Detective Duvie.

(End of chapter)