"You...... The goddess sent an oracle. I will try my best to meet your request. What do you need? ”

Arianna asked bluntly.

Is this the reward of honesty? Praise be to the Goddess!

Grandin thought for a moment, a stable job, a safe environment, all kinds of spell casting materials, and more occult knowledge, all of which he needed. But asking too much often backfires.

So Grandin replied:

"I hope to serve the Goddess."

His expression was sincere, and his words were good.

Arianna stiffened her face and said dryly:

"You'll be on the Nightwatch squad as an external occult advisor. I don't think you're short of 'hidden' occult knowledge. ”

yes, the kind that explodes on the spot if you listen to it.

Grandin thought about it and agreed directly.

Being in the Nightwatch's squad would cost him some of his freedom, which may be what Lady Arianna is all about—to keep him safe and secure, and not to get around making trouble.

So even if he's just a member of the Nightwatcher team, it doesn't matter if he's a paycheck thief.

But it's just as good for him, a bigger circle of people and more timely information.

Now he is left with only one problem.

"Thank you, Goddess, what is my salary?"

Arianna suddenly felt tired, and she thought for a moment, "Seven pounds a week, I only need to deal with the occult inquiries of the team members, and if I have to go out in the field, there will be an additional allowance." ”

This salary is definitely quite a lot, and it can fully cope with the high prices of goods in Beckland. If there is no doomsday, he can now live an early retirement.

But what he pursued was a long and winding path. The extraordinary materials required for the promotion sequence can easily be in the hundreds or thousands of pounds, and in the face of this expenditure, the salary is not enough. So he also has to find a side hustle that is enough to make money as soon as possible.

"How much is the specific subsidy? Do I need to pay additional taxes on this part? Can I make a written note? ”

Grandin thought about things and asked casually.

When he realized that he was in front of an angel who could shoot himself into the wall at any moment. He hurriedly remedied with a haha:

"It just occurred to me that I needed to hire a basic occult teacher. So the cost will be relatively large, can the church provide such teachers? It would be best if the required expenses could be deducted from the salary. ”

Grandin tentatively.

Ms. Arianna closed her eyes and did not want to speak at all.

......

Grandin was expelled from the church. He stood in front of the fountain with a suitcase in one hand and a note in the other.

On the note is the address where he will report tomorrow.

As the goddess said, he was free.

For a moment, even Beckland's air came alive, and hunger returned to him. At this time, he should go to the restaurant to fill his stomach first, but his intuition told him that he could wait here first.

This is probably the ability to digest the 'potion'. But it is more likely that the "essentia" and "uniqueness" in one's own body bring about changes.

Other 'monsters' don't have what he can do.

"Sir! Me, I found the house you need. ”

It didn't take long for him to hear shouts.

Wiggins began waving at him across the square. His face was sweaty, and as he strode as he strode along, he startled a large number of white doves along the way. In these squares, the pigeons that are fed are not afraid of people at all, and only fly away when the boy is about to step on them.

"I found a house, and it's at 211 Baker Street in the North End. The location is a bit close to the East End, and the owner is involved in a financial case and urgently needs a cash turnover, so the house is only sold and not rented, and only accepts full cash......"

Waiting for his breath to catch off slightly, he continued to add with an envious expression:

"It was a single-family house, three stories high, with a terrace and a backyard. Apart from the price, there are no other drawbacks. ”

"Wiggins, I said price wasn't an issue."

Grandin led the boy to a roadside snack stall.

The food trucks are filled with only sweet iced tea and a flour-coated fried fish snack.

In the oil pot, the head of the fish looking up at the sky rises and falls, this posture is too curious, he really doesn't have the courage to come to a copy.

The drink seemed quite normal, and the two glasses cost him a total of 2 soles and 6 pence, one of which was handed to the boy.

He took a sip and found that the drink tasted very good, a bit like iced tea from his previous life.

Wiggins held the drink glass and didn't drink it, looking at his expression as if he was going to get a refund.

Grandin left him alone and began to mentally count what he currently owned.

The first is the cash of 10,000 gold lists, which comes from the three estates he sold and the savings of the family for generations.

But in order not to let his title be taken back by the state, he appropriately reserved part of the land and the old mansion.

Both the stewards and the maids were left by him in his fiefdom in the southern Seysk. If the mansion is left unattended, it will be abandoned to the point where it is uninhabitable in a few years. The land left over from the sale was given over to the steward to pay for the expenses of the mansion.

He made these decisions without any objections, because he was the only one left in the entire Oude family.

The military family achieved a class leap because of their military exploits and became a lord. But frequent participation in the war also caused their family to wither, and he was the only one left in his generation.

Now even he himself cannot be considered original.

Grandin laughed at himself, and subconsciously stroked the family crest hidden inside the tuxedo with his palm.

"Sir, we can go and visit the house today, the owner is busy directing the moving company to carry the luggage right now."

Wiggins sipped his tea one after another.

"It's too late today, and I didn't expect to be able to move in today."

This house in the North District is very much to his heart. Considering that the overly good law and order in the Western District may cause problems for his future activities, and the composition of the Eastern and Southern Sectors is too complex.

Then the North District is the only place he can choose to live. And it's easy to commute, and the proximity to the goddess's church can also give him a lot of peace of mind.

I'm going to report to the Nightwatchman station tomorrow morning, but I should have some time to spare in the afternoon.

He thought about it, pulled out his wallet, and took a sule from it, which was a tip for hiring Wiggins to help find a house. A £10 note with George I on it was then drawn and an additional sule.

The boy's eyes were straight.

He handed the boy three notes together.

"I hope you'll help me run again. Tell the landlord that Grandin Oude will be visiting tomorrow afternoon, hoping that he will have the contract of sale ready with the notary by then. Of course, I will pay for the extra cost, and I think 10 pounds should be enough. And the remaining 1 sule is your errand expenses. ”

"This ......"

Wiggins' hand shrank back, and the drink was spilled. After some struggle, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Sir, I'm an orphan in the East End."

"I know."

"Maybe I took 10 pounds and ran away...... Anyway, Beckland is so big. ”

Grandin half-squatted, his eyes level at Wiggins, said:

"We can't decide what we're born in, but we can decide what kind of person we want to be."

The boy shuddered, and he drank the sweet iced tea in one gulp, and tucked Sule into his inner pocket, while the gold pound was hidden in the gap between the belts.

"I'll bring Mr.'s words with Jin Bang!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Wait, we can eat something before we get to work."

Grabbing Wiggins by the shoulder, Grandin led the boy across the street to a Dixie restaurant called 'Tata'.