Roger tried writing down several sets of simple identifying words to test Bandit again, and the tabby cat made the correct choices without a single error.
"Impressive."
Roger was overjoyed and gave Bandit a thumbs up, and it licked its paws a little awkwardly, as if trying to hide its pride.
"I wonder how Miss Justice's Susie is doing?"
This situation made him think of that golden retriever and its nickname, "Imaginary Dog."
"Well, if Klein advances to the Ancient Ones with 'The Fool', this guy might have a chance to become a 'Star Cat'."
Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but laugh.
Now that Bandit had regained consciousness, and his mind had become smarter due to digesting the potion, and wouldn't be as rash as before, Roger could finally sleep in peace.
Because he had just advanced to Sequence 8 the day before, and he was worried about Bandit and hadn't rested all night, Roger was extremely tired at this moment.
He returned to his bedroom, hid the "Scholar's Ring" in a hidden place, and then covered himself with a quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
In this sleep, Roger had many fragmented dreams, which made him feel upset.
Finally, he saw in the temple of gray fog, a distorted and vague figure standing in the deepest part, with deep crimson eyes, seemingly watching him.
The moment Roger saw the figure, his mind inexplicably relaxed, everything returned to peace, and the dream came to an abrupt end...
When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.
At this moment, outside the living room, there was a "bang bang bang" knocking sound, and Roger could vaguely hear someone shouting "Mr. Bonway's" name.
He jumped up in a start, made sure he wasn't dreaming, quickly put on his clothes, pulled up his pants, and tidied his hair, then went to open the door.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man of short stature, wearing narrow-framed glasses, dressed in a neat formal wear, with his hair neatly combed behind his head. He was holding a briefcase and looking at Roger with concern.
Seeing Roger, whose appearance was a bit messy, he coughed lightly and said:
“I apologize for disturbing your rest.”
“It's okay, may I ask who you are?” Roger asked in confusion.
“Right, I forgot to introduce myself.”
The middle-aged man opposite took out a business card and handed it to Roger.
“I am Leo Francois of the Huntington Law Firm. I am commissioned by Mr. Willis to have some documents for you to sign.”
Roger realized this.
Mr. Willis had mentioned this to him before, saying that a proxy lawyer would come to him recently to sign the procedural documents for the establishment of the "Tingen City Stray Animal Protection Fund."
“Please come in.”
He invited Lawyer Francois into the living room, and the latter didn't stand on ceremony and went straight inside.
But after looking around and taking in Roger's simple living environment, he was stunned.
“You are truly a philanthropist of noble character.”
Lawyer Francois couldn't help but praise.
He had seen many successful people, including Mr. Willis, who lived in luxurious manors or detached villas.
But he had never seen someone like Roger, who was simple in style, lived in an improved row house, and had hardly done any interior decoration.
What philanthropist... I also want to live in a big house, but I don't have the conditions!
Roger pursed his lips and squeezed out a "noble" smile: "You flatter me. Where are the documents?"
Francois sat at the table and took out a large pile of agreements and documents from his briefcase.
Roger read those documents one by one, which included not only the appointment letter of the Standing Director, the list of cooperative institutions, the fund use plan, and personnel arrangements, but also a lease contract for an office in the West District.
These were all suggestions Roger had put forward, referring to the animal rescue association systems he had seen in his Previous Life, and they were very feasible.
“50 Gold Pounds a year... truly rich and powerful.”
Roger was somewhat emotional.
Mr. Willis, who previously lacked knowledge of animal rescue, had considered leasing an office in the prosperous Golden Phoenix District, but Roger considered that there were really not many stray animals that could be rescued there.
Finally, after negotiations between the two parties, the plan to establish an office in the West District was reached.
If they had really followed Mr. Willis's words and leased an office in the Golden Phoenix District, the annual rent would have to be at least 70 Pounds or more. It would be better to buy more vaccines and food with that money and do some practical things.
“I have no problem, your expertise is worthy of affirmation.”
Roger quickly signed all the agreements and finally sent Lawyer Francois to the door.
The two shook hands, and Roger watched the other party leave before he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Take a shower, there's almost nothing to eat at home, and I'll have to buy some later.”
Just as Roger was about to enter the washroom, he suddenly heard the door being knocked again.
“I'm dizzy, is this never going to end?”
He frowned and opened the door again.
But strangely, there was no one outside this time.
While Roger was puzzled, a furry feeling suddenly came from below his trouser legs.
He looked down and saw that Bandit was about to lie down on a white square Envelope.
“Cats are good, cats know how to read, but cats can't change their habit of nesting.”
He complained, picked up the Envelope, looked around again, and went inside and closed the door.
Roger opened the Envelope and saw an address on Red Moon Street and the time of 10:30 p.m. written on it.
Below was a Pitch Black Inverted Cross emblem, which he had seen in the Black Secret Tome he had obtained at the previous Beyonder gathering. This was one of the symbols commonly used by the Aurora Society.
“Red Moon Street sounds familiar... Tonight, meaning tonight I have to carry out a mission?
“Seriously, can't you let me stay up late?”
While Roger was silently complaining, he suddenly saw the paper and the Envelope in his hand simultaneously ignite with a dark red Flame that had no temperature.
The Flame seemed to have no harm to the human body, but it instantly burned the paper, leaving not even a single Ashes.
“What kind of security measure is this? A Magical Item?”
Roger pursed his lips, he couldn't take a shower for the time being, but instead ran straight back to the bedroom and took out the Tingen City Map he had prepared earlier.
He quickly slid his index finger across the Map according to the address in his mind, and soon pointed to "Red Moon Street."
And at this moment, he finally knew why he felt familiar with this street name.
Because, the St. Selena Cathedral of the Church of the Evernight Goddess is located on this street!
The most important thing is that the St. Selena Cathedral is not far from the address given by the Aurora Society.
Roger slid his finger a little further along the line between the two, and pointed to the Blackthorn Security Company.
He narrowed his eyes, and a somewhat crazy guess came to his mind.
“Damn it, these lunatics from the Aurora Society, aren't they going to drag me to forcibly attack Chanis Gate???”