Currently, there are many dangerous secret organizations in Tingen.
Whether it’s the Aurora Order, the Hermetic Order, the Witches, or the Amons who are as ubiquitous as cockroaches, any of them could cause ordinary people to get involved in bizarre and dangerous situations.
Roger pondered for a moment based on the current timeline.
“The most restless witch in Tingen City is Triss, who used the Sequence 8 Instigator ability to plunge the Clover, which had just been plundered by Nast, King of the Five Seas, into internal strife and mutual slaughter once again.”
“Considering the current time, the passengers on the Clover have not yet returned, so the possibility of this Instigator causing trouble can be temporarily ruled out.”
“So James is more likely to be involved in incidents caused by the related forces of the Hermetic Order and the Aurora Order…”
As for why it isn’t Amon, the reason is simple.
Because the astrolabe did not show any signs of James being killed or his fate being twisted; it only indicated that he was in an urgent environment related to mysticism.
Roger carefully chose his words, then said,
“Mr.
Willis, from the trajectory of the stars, your son seems to have fallen into some kind of danger that ordinary people cannot comprehend.”
“Danger that ordinary people cannot comprehend?
What does that mean?”
Upon hearing this, Mr.
Willis immediately sat up straight, looking at Roger with anxious eyes.
“It specifically refers to incidents related to those hidden existences on the spiritual level.” Roger pointed to the bronze mirror beside him.
In a country like Loen, where religious belief is quite common, the word ‘spirituality’ is not unfamiliar to most people.
“Spirituality… You mean my son got involved in a supernatural incident?”
Willis’s voice suddenly rose in the latter half of his sentence, filled with incredulity.
He had always been a businessman who prioritized profit, not only often forcing his factory workers to work overtime but also engaging in practices like employing child labor.
Although Willis and his family considered themselves Church of Steam and Machinery believers, such people were the most worldly and materialistic.
Born into a family of Evernight Goddess believers, his later conversion to the Church of Steam and Machinery was also to establish relevant connections and facilitate his business.
Therefore, although Willis had heard of supernatural incidents, he had always treated them as mere rumors and never truly believed in them.
Now, a Seer suddenly told him that his son was involved in a related danger, so his reaction was naturally quite strong.
Roger saw Willis’s distrust but, considering that he was the first client willing to pay 8 Soles for a divination, he still patiently replied,
“It seems so, but there’s good news: James is still alive.”
Hearing this, Willis froze for a moment, and hope rekindled in his eyes.
He murmured a few words, then said, Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“Mr.
Bonwi, can you… find a way to help me find James?”
“You wish for me to also be a private detective?
I am a Seer.” Roger asked with a smile.
Although divination also has the function of finding people, such a commission is somewhat counter-intuitive.
“You can understand it that way.
Because I don’t really trust the police in Tingen right now, I have to prepare for both possibilities.”
Willis finished speaking, then grumbled, “If I were in Coniston, I could just go directly to the inspector…”
A private detective, actually, is not impossible…
Roger ignored Willis’s rambling and thought to himself.
Although he knew Willis was desperate to find his son and was acting out of panic, if the other party was willing to pay more commission, he wouldn’t mind helping out a little.
But this also carries a lot of risk.
The Star of Judgment pathway at Sequence 9 is good at interfering with people’s minds and doesn’t possess much combat ability, similar to a Seer.
Because it’s a supernatural incident, it’s almost inevitable that Beyonders are involved.
If he unfortunately encountered a Sequence 8 enemy or a Sequence 9 adept at combat, he would likely suffer a major setback.
But… Roger still decided to take on this commission.
“It’s possible, but it will cost more.” Roger nodded.
“Really?”
Willis was momentarily stunned to see the Seer in front of him being so straightforward:
“How much do you need?
As long as it doesn’t exceed 30 gold pounds, I can do it.” he asked.
“30 gold pounds…”
Roger’s original idea was to charge 10 gold pounds, which would not only clear his debts at the divination club but also cover his rent for a long time to come.
After all, for his first “offline search” commission, the price should be fair.
But who knew the other party was so wealthy, immediately offering 30 gold pounds.
But Roger showed no joy at all; instead, he frowned slightly:
“Generally speaking, commissions involving supernatural phenomena are life-threatening, and no one would take them for less than 50 gold pounds…”
Since the other party mentioned 30 gold pounds, he naturally couldn’t simply agree to 30 gold pounds; he had to make the expenditure seem very worthwhile. This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
“Then 50 gold pounds, and find James within three days.
Can you do that?” Willis replied without thinking.
“…”
Roger instantly felt that he was still not bold enough.
“James is very important to me; he is the only one of my three sons who has the aptitude and ability to take over my company’s affairs, so 50 gold pounds is very suitable.” Willis further added.
“This practice of linking one’s own flesh and blood to value really fits my stereotype of most capitalists in Loen…”
Roger secretly grumbled.
In this day and age, successful businessmen with kind hearts, like the future Sherlock Moriarty, are extremely rare.
“…Alright.” Roger let out a long breath and nodded.
Seeing this, Willis first paid 15 gold pounds to Roger as a 30 percent deposit, then stood up and left.
“I await your good news.” The other party instructed as he left.
Closing the door of the divination room, Roger held the 10 gold pound and 5 gold pound banknotes, smelling the faint, special ink scent.
“The smell of money… My first pot of gold is quite good; I don’t have to sell those jellies from my ancestral property for now.”
Roger made a joke to himself, feeling quite pleased.
Even Bandit seemed to sense his unusual mood, jumping onto the divination table and sniffing hard with his nose.
As for how to complete the commission, Roger already had a plan in mind.
He put away the money, put on his wide-brimmed fedora, and then signaled Bandit to jump onto his shoulder, walking straight out of the divination room.
“Mr.
Bonwi, here are your 4 Soles.”
Angelica handed Roger the 4 Sole banknotes; this was his share of the divination.
“Was your first divination for a customer in Tingen successful?”
Angelica paused, then added, “Mr.
Willis still looked a bit worried when he left, but he seemed much more relaxed than when he arrived.”
“Of course, you must believe in my ability.”
Roger smiled politely, then asked, “Which divination room is Mr.
Moretti in?
I have some private business with him.”