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I’m Not an Investigator

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Chapter 2: Finding a…New Job

I’m Not an Investigator

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Listening to the mechanical voice coming from her mind, Igris was slightly dazed, but quickly reacted.

“I thought being reborn after death was already bizarre enough… seems there are still surprises.”

She very much wanted to try use the so-called Lucky Trigger, but at present she probably would not have a chance to fire a gun, after all, this was a residential area.Full novel: I’m Not an Investigator — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

And after understanding her current situation, she also found the goal she should pursue next.

For example, making money.

She urgently needed a job to maintain this hard-won life.

She only had two copper coins.

Although she did not know the prices in this city, she suspected they would not be very affordable either.

Igris suddenly felt a bit nostalgic.

During the time when she was still Aaron, he was always very short of money.

Weapons had to be bought, ammunition had to be bought, food had to be bought, medicine had to be bought, going out and lodging cost money, mental treatment also cost money.

During that time, what caused him the greatest mental stimulation was probably his own wallet.

When gazing at it, it was like gazing into a bottomless abyss, terrifying.

So the urgent matter at hand was to find a job she could do and support herself.

Even though she knew nothing about this city, it did not matter.

As an investigator, starting from zero would not bring her too much trouble.

Putting on the only pair of long boots at the door, hesitating for a moment, she still tied the somewhat troublesome long golden hair behind her head, and Igris prepared to go out.

She did not know how to tie hair, so she simply tied it up to avoid these hairs flying around and drifting into her mouth and such.

This would probably make her look a bit slovenly?

Who knows.

There would always be ladies with a unique style.

Pushing open the door and coming to the street, a thick damp smell rushed up.

The ground of the street was paved with crushed stone.

Although somewhat uneven, it was indeed much better than mud ground.

The sky was gloomy, with no sun visible, and no sunlight visible either.

The whole alley was filled with a moldy smell.

This was not a good place, at least not suitable for breathing deeply.

On both sides of the street were many houses, most of which showed nothing special, only very quiet, and no people were seen moving about.

Perhaps no one lived there at all.

But just then, the door opposite Igris was opened, and a man wearing formal attire walked out with a heavy expression, pressed down his hat, and prepared to leave.

This was undoubtedly a good opportunity to ask for directions, so before she left, Igris beat him to it and came to his front.

“Hello sir, may I trouble you for a moment?”

He, who had been stopped, appeared especially impatient, but at the next moment when he saw Igris, most of the displeasure on his face disappeared, and he became courteous.

“Of course, beautiful miss. What do you need help with?”

“I want to go to the labor market to find a job. Can you tell me its location?”

Just as Igris had expected, no one could refuse a beautiful young girl’s request for help, especially these people who prided themselves on being gentlemen.

And listening to Igris’s inquiry, the man slightly furrowed his brow, shook his head, and said.

“Miss, the labor market will only give you work in a textile factory or as a laundress. That is not suitable for you. If you are looking for work, perhaps you can go to the square and take a look. There are quite a few newly opened shops there, and they will need a beautiful miss as a shop assistant.”

“Thank you. Could you trouble yourself to tell me the location of the square?”

“Of course. At the end of this street, turn right. That is the square.”

Igris thanked the man again and prepared to leave, but the man called out to her.

“Forgive my bluntness, miss, your attire can indeed avoid some unnecessary harassment in many situations, but please do not trust others and strike up conversations with them so easily. Not everyone will be as friendly as I am.”

Igris nodded without much concern and returned a gentle smile.

“Of course, thank you for the reminder, sir. I wish you a wonderful day.”

He shook his head, said no more, and turned to leave, but his footsteps were much lighter.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

The smile on Igris’s face also slowly faded, and she sighed in distress.

She was not suited to pretending to be some cute young girl.

Although she indeed was one now, during the more than thirty years of her past male life, she still could not so easily integrate into this identity.

But the goal had been achieved.

Going to the square to try her luck was fine too.

As an investigator, it was very normal to unavoidably work part-time, so she could handle most jobs with ease, except physical labor.

After all, she was now a young girl, even somewhat malnourished, not the type who could perform physical labor.

Stepping on the crushed stone road, Igris’s leather boots made crisp sounds, which also made this already quiet alley seem even quieter, even deathly still.

Igris might need to find a chance later to change to a quieter pair of boots.

After all, wearing something like this, it would probably be very hard not to be noticed by others.

Just like that, she walked out of this alley with light steps and arrived at the so-called square.

It was a bit smaller than Igris had imagined, though not by much.

At the very center was a fountain, but it had already been abandoned.

No water could be seen, and it was piled full of fallen leaves and garbage.

On both sides of the road sat many shops.

Although most had no signboards, from the shelves on display, one could still roughly tell the scope of their business.

For example, a dessert shop, and a flower shop.

Igris paid special attention to these two.

She knew how to make desserts, so she could definitely find a job at the dessert shop, but this was not an easy job, and moreover she did not have a pastry chef’s certificate.

She had one in her previous life, but she could not bring it over now.

As for the flower shop, this was an extremely special choice.

The kind of person who had the mood to open a flower shop in a place like this was either a pure fool, or a rich person with money to spare, or perhaps some rich young lady experiencing life or something like that.

This kind of shop was undoubtedly very hard to make money with.

Even if there were many middle-class and petty bourgeois people in this city, for a shop like this, it would still be unable to make ends meet.

After all, in a city, the proportion of lower-class people would always be relatively large, and these people would probably find it hard to have the desire, or the need, to buy some ornamental items.

If she could get this job, then she would definitely be very free, with a lot of her own spare time to do what she wanted.

Most importantly, it would not be so tiring.

She was also good at tending flowers and plants, because she had once even been a gardener.

What would an investigator not know?

It would not be strange at all.

As she pushed the door open and walked into this flower shop, a dazzling array of various fresh flowers appeared before her, and among the countless flower pots, a figure also poked out her head, curiously looking toward Igris.

“Hello, are you here to buy flowers?”

She should be the owner of this flower shop.

Just as Igris had thought, very young, and also very refined, with long pink hair, outstanding looks.

Although she had no jewelry, a noble temperament could be seen.

She was not an ordinary person.

“No, are you still short-staffed here?”

Igris was very direct, stating her need bluntly, and hearing that she was not a customer, this shopkeeper also lost much of her expectation and patience.

“Sorry, I am not short-staffed here.”

“Then pardon the interruption.”

She did not plan to say much more.

After all, there were originally many targets this time.

Rather than wasting time, it was better to go look at more places.

If there was a suitable one, she would be more willing to spend more words.

“Wait… are you looking for work?”

Igris’s footsteps stopped.

She turned around and nodded to her.

“Indeed. Is something the matter?”

“Although I am not short-staffed here… I have a friend. He recently opened a shop. The benefits and pay are not bad… Do you want to check it out?”

“Where is it?”

“Behind the fountain. That shop without a sign is the one.”

She pointed in the general direction, and Igris also saw the shop she was talking about.

It was hard to say whether that was a shop.

After all, there was no signboard, no shelves, and even the glass was dark-colored, making it hard to see the situation inside clearly.

“I will go take a look. Thank you.”

“No, it is nothing.”

Leaving the flower shop, Igris looked toward that mysterious shop.

It was not on the way, but it stirred her curiosity.

I will go take a look.

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T/N: We might have another Klein, another god of poverty.

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