Roger tried writing down a few more sets of simple, recognizable words to test Bandit, and the tabby cat made the correct choices every time, without a single mistake.
“Amazing.”
Roger was delighted and gave Bandit a thumbs-up with a smile.
It awkwardly licked its paws, seemingly trying to hide its pride.
“I wonder how Miss Justice’s Susie is doing?”
This scene couldn’t help but remind him of that golden retriever and its nickname, “Dog of Fantasies.”
“Hmm, if Klein advances to an Old One with the The Fool, this guy might even have a chance to become a ‘Cat of Stars.'”
Thinking of this, Roger couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Now that Bandit had regained consciousness and its mind had become even smarter from digesting the potion, no longer as reckless as before, Roger could finally rest assured and go to sleep.
Because he had just advanced to Sequence 8 the day before, and had stayed up all night worrying about Bandit, Roger was extremely tired at this moment.
He returned to his bedroom, hid the scholars ring in a concealed spot, then pulled up the covers and fell into a deep sleep.
During this sleep, Roger had many fragmented dreams that left him feeling agitated.
Finally, he saw a distorted and blurry figure standing in the deepest part of the gray-misted temple, its deep, crimson eyes swirling, seemingly watching him.
The moment Roger saw that figure, his mind inexplicably relaxed, everything returned to peace, and the dream abruptly ended…
When he woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.
Outside the living room, there was a “thump, thump, thump” knocking sound, and Roger could vaguely hear someone calling out “Mr.
Banwei.”
He jolted upright, confirmed he wasn’t dreaming, then quickly put on his clothes and pants, tidied his hair, and finally went to open the door.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man of short stature, wearing narrow-rimmed glasses, dressed in a sharp suit, with his hair neatly combed back, holding a briefcase and looking at Roger with concern.
Seeing Roger’s somewhat disheveled appearance, he lightly coughed and said, “Sorry to disturb your rest.”
“It’s alright, may I ask who you are?” Roger asked, puzzled.
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.”
The middle-aged man opposite took out a business card and handed it to Roger.
“I am Leo Francois from Huntington Law Firm.
I was entrusted by Mr.
Willis to have some documents for you to sign.”
Mr.
Willis had mentioned this to him before, saying that an attorney would soon come to him to sign the procedural documents for the establishment of the “Tingen City Stray Animal Protection Foundation.”
“Please come in.”
He invited Attorney Francois into the living room, and the latter didn’t stand on ceremony, walking straight in.
But after looking around and taking in Roger’s simple living environment, he was utterly stunned.
“You truly are a philanthropist of noble character.”
Attorney Francois couldn’t help but exclaim.
He had seen many successful people, including Mr.
Willis, who lived in luxurious mansions or detached villas.
But someone like Roger, who lived simply in an improved townhouse and had hardly done any interior decoration, was a first for him.
What philanthropist… I also want to live in a big house, but I don’t have the means!
Roger pouted, forcing out a “noble” smile: “You flatter me.
The documents?”
Francois sat at the table and pulled out a stack of agreements and documents from his briefcase.
Roger reviewed the documents one by one, which included not only the appointment letter for the executive director, a list of cooperating organizations, a fund utilization plan, and personnel arrangements, but even a land deed contract for renting an office in the West District.
These were all suggestions Roger had made, referencing the animal rescue association systems he had seen in his previous life, and they were highly feasible.
“Annual rent of 50 gold pounds… truly rich and powerful.”
Roger felt a bit emotional.
Mr.
Willis, who previously lacked understanding of animal rescue, had considered renting an office in the bustling Golden Wutong District, but Roger had considered that there were hardly any stray animals to rescue there.
Finally, after negotiations between both parties, the plan to set up an office in the West District was reached.
If they had truly followed Mr.
Willis’s suggestion and rented an office in the Golden Wutong District at the time, the annual rent would have been at least 70 pounds or more.
With that money, it would be better to buy more vaccines and food, and do something practical.
“I have no issues.
Your professionalism is commendable.”
Roger quickly signed all the agreements, and finally escorted Attorney Francois to the door.
“I should take a shower.
There’s almost no food left at home, so I’ll have to buy some later.”
Just as Roger was about to enter the bathroom, he suddenly heard a knock at the door again.
“Oh my god, is there no end to this?”
He frowned and opened the door again.
But strangely, this time, there was no one outside.
Just as Roger was wondering, a furry sensation suddenly came from below his pant leg.
He looked down and saw Bandit preparing to lie down on a white square envelope.
“Cats are good, cats are literate, but cats can’t stop nesting.”
He grumbled, picked up the envelope, looked around again, then went inside and closed the door.
Roger opened the envelope and saw an address on Red Moon Street and a time of 10:30 PM written on it.
Below was a dark inverted cross emblem, which he had seen in the black grimoire obtained from the previous Beyonder gathering.
This was one of the symbols commonly used by the Aurora Order.
“Red Moon Street sounds a bit familiar… Tonight, does that mean I have a mission tonight?
“Seriously, can’t they let me not stay up late?”
As Roger was silently complaining, he suddenly saw the letter paper and envelope in his hand simultaneously ignite with a dark red flame that had no temperature.
The flame seemed to cause no harm to the human body, but it instantly burned the paper to ashes, leaving not even a trace.
“What kind of confidentiality method is this?
A magical item?”
Roger pouted.
He temporarily put off showering and instead ran straight back to his bedroom, taking out the Tingen City map he had prepared earlier.
Following the address in his mind, his index finger quickly slid across the map, soon pointing to “Red Moon Street.”
And at this moment, he finally understood why that street name sounded familiar to him.
Because Saint Selena Church, belonging to the Church of the Evernight Goddess, was located on this street!
The most critical thing was that Saint Selena Church was not far from the address given by the Aurora Order.
Roger slid his finger a little further along the line connecting the two, and it pointed to Blackthorn Security Company.
He narrowed his eyes, and a somewhat crazy guess surfaced in his mind.
“Damn it, these lunatics from the Aurora Order, they wouldn’t be trying to drag me into a forced assault on Chanis Gate, would they???”