Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 9
Half an hour later, the muttering lawyer Emond finally finished talking.

"Thank you very much for your trust in our firm." He shook Viscount Clint's hand. "All your doubts are the above-mentioned parts. As long as you avoid it reasonably, I believe the police department will not embarrass you."

Clint nodded haggardly: "Thank you, may the goddess bless you."

He rewrapped the gold ring and put it back in his briefcase.When he got the box, he hesitated for a moment, but followed his timid heart and looked up at Jagel: "Can I trouble you to put it back for me?"

"Okay." The laborer serving tea and serving as a legal assistant twisted up the silk scarf on the table with a paper towel, neatly tied a knot on the wooden box, and put the box into the briefcase.

The whole process deftly did not touch any corners.

On the other side, Emond has already opened the door for Clint with a smile, showing a gesture of invitation: "You don't have to worry too much, everything will be fine. I will take you to the front desk to pay the bill first."

Clint packed himself up, turned around and stepped out of the exquisitely decorated office.

Before leaving with the Viscount, Emond turned his head and glanced at Yager with satisfaction: "You performed well this morning, but you don't need to follow from now on. Go directly to the Finance Department to get funds to buy a suit. The commission for this case will be paid to you at the end of the month along with your salary."

Fine.

Yagel nodded to him, straightening the folds on the windbreaker.

This law firm did not come in vain.Working half a day a day, as well as commissions and shopping funds, it really is a petty bourgeois company supported by the Duke.

Liszt, I'm very sorry, you may need to stay in bed for a while.

He closed the gilded doorknob and made his way to the finance department.

The conversation between Clint and Edmund had already taken up most of the morning, and the finance department near lunch time was full of noise. Men and women in beautiful clothes gathered together to chat, as if they had no intention of working at all.

From a practical point of view, the firm does not need so much finance, in fact, even the paralegals are not very needed, but in order to create the feeling of a large enterprise for clients, they still hire a lot of non-essential personnel.

Unlike Yager, who needs to contact customers, most of the financial staff receive meager wages, and they are the children of middle-class families who have leisure money at home.They don't need money very much, they just go to work to pass the boring time.

A small number are high-paid white-collar workers who actually go to work.

Miss Mollie was one of them. When Yager walked into the office, she was knocking on the typewriter without hearing it. The towering thick report beside her showed her different identity from other employees.

"Hello, I'm here to collect the funds for purchasing clothing." Yagel stepped forward and greeted her by standing in front of her badge.

"Name, direct attorney, sign the form." Molly, who was wearing thick glasses, threw him a form without looking up.

Her hands were beating rapidly on the ancient keyboard, almost knocking out the afterimages of the ink parts.

After typing out a line, she stretched out her hand to "snap" the school position paddle from the right back to the first grid on the left, and then continued to work cracklingly.

Seeing this intensity made Yager feel lingering fear.

It's a good thing they didn't try to force their way into the finance department here.Although the salary is ten pounds a week, it is said that six people were sent to Backlund Central Hospital in two months.

Molly is the only remaining migrant worker in the department.

She is said to be promoted to minister next month.

Yager handed the completed form back to Molly, and glanced at her face.

Miss Molly's dark circles were darker than those of the Viscount who had been up all night for two consecutive nights, and her eyes were bloodshot. No accident, the hospital had already reserved a bed for her.

"Here is the funds." Molly handed him a few banknotes. "The entry allowance will be distributed on weekends, and the bonus will be at the end of the month. Well, you can go now."

She returned to typing in full swing.

After receiving the ten pounds she took out from the suitcase under the table, Yager slightly bowed.

Pray for Molly that she can make it to the day she is promoted to minister.

As for him, his priority for the afternoon was to buy a hat that would save him from bowing every day.

Men in Backlund often take off their hats to salute when they say goodbye, and he can't touch his head without a hat to show his lack of intelligence attributes. *
Bah, hunters don't have intelligence bars.

Yager stuffed ten pounds into the pocket of his windbreaker and got into a carriage.

"Becklund Central Business District, thank you."
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Fors and her friend Xio are shopping at the moment.

Forsi was invited, and she was going to participate in Viscount Glaint's cultural salon tomorrow night, and she needed a new skirt.

Although they used to attend to deal with Miss Audrey, and this time the Countess seemed to have no intention of attending, but in order to cover up, Forsi still had to attend the salon all the time.

This has been making her miserable.

"Let me just say that I'm pretending to be sick this time. It's actually nothing. How can a person attend the salon every time and have to take a break occasionally." Fors pouted indignantly.

"Really?" Her petite friend sneered, "Except for the few times when Miss Audrey came, when did you attend?"

"I obviously often"

"Last week, you said that inspiration came and you needed to write. Last week, you said that the editor asked you to revise the article. Last week, last week—" Xio pointed out a long list.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong!" Forsi quickly slid to her knees, rubbing her hands in aggrieved way. "I just feel so tired, chatting with those people is really not my strong point."

Xio squinted at her: "I know, but isn't this the only difficult thing for you this week? Have you started writing your new book?"

Fors was discouraged again: "No."

This time she was not willing to admit defeat, and began to mutter a series of reasons, such as being too sleepy in summer, the sun is too hot in the morning, it is too suitable for going out for a walk in the afternoon, it is too dark to write at night, and so on.

Xio poked Forsi with her hand and giggled, while she hated the ironclad and taught her a lesson: "Excuse! You might as well say that the four seasons are not suitable for you. Just sit at the table for me tonight."

She froze suddenly.

Across the street, one of the passing carriages stopped at the door of the handmade clothing store, and a black-haired young man stepped out of the carriage.

The young man was wearing a dark green windbreaker with an indifferent expression. After handing the driver a few coins, he turned around and walked straight to the handmade clothing store at the intersection of the street.

The moment he turned around, his cold and inorganic black eyes glanced at Xio who was opposite him.

Hugh is like falling into an ice cellar.

"Hugh? What's the matter?"

Forsi, who was fighting with her, showed doubtful eyes.

"No, it's nothing." Xio pretended to be calm, and what he said yesterday quickly appeared in his mind.

I will always watch you.

No, I can't think about it!A powerful Extraordinary might even know what she was thinking!
Calm down, you have to be calm.

Xio looked at the figure who disappeared at the door of the shop with a chill down his spine.

"Hugh! What's wrong with you? What's there?" Forsi raised her voice.

The corner of her friend's mouth was pursed, and the hands behind her back were trembling uncontrollably, exactly the same as when she was terrified when she was chasing Chiglins.

"Don't worry about it! There's nothing." Xio stopped sharply.

Realizing that her tone was too harsh, she took a few short breaths and tried to lower her voice: "This is none of your business, I am also safe, thank you Forsi."

　＊In Elden's Circle, if the intelligence attribute is not enough to cast a spell, the character will touch his head.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)