Game of Destiny: This player is different

"How could I not pay it back? The most important thing in doing business is reputation!"

Smith Duncan was startled, took two steps back and leaned against the wall, shouting in a timid manner:

"And this is my home. Have you ever seen someone who doesn't even want a house for a few hundred shillings?!

Okay, okay, wait outside for a while, I'll find the money and give it to you."

As he spoke, he pushed the door open.

With the harsh friction of the bolt, Qin Nuo and Duncan were separated by the wooden door.

The bedroom returned to peace.

"Huh~ Is this guy a cat? He walks without making any sound."

The retired exorcist patted his chest and looked in a certain direction with lingering fear.

The room is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, with a locked door in the middle.

He took out the key and opened the door to enter.

Soon, the messy inner room filled with unknown sundries and wooden boxes came out with bursts of rummaging sounds.

Duncan was seen kneeling in front of a box, his head stuck in it and rummaging for a while.

The noise died down, and a wooden box with a similar appearance but much smaller in size was brought out.

He put the box in his arms, closed the lid of the big wooden box and locked it before retreating to the outer room.

Compared with the crowded inner room, the outer room was much simpler.

A wooden bed, a wardrobe and two bedside tables were all there was.

Duncan rushed to the bedside table and opened the drawer.

A full cabinet of gold and silver jewelry appeared in front of him.

He casually picked up a few pieces and threw them on the bed, leaving a few marks on the bedding.

"Is it too deliberate?"

Duncan muttered to himself, and picked up the jewelry back into the cabinet.

He pulled the drawer slightly outward to a gap, just enough to ensure that it could be found when the door was opened.

These jewelry are no different from the Western goods sold in cheap shops.

If you don't distinguish them carefully, you can indeed get away with it.

Each piece is sold at 1 shilling, and you can get a 20% discount if you buy in bulk.

This is a trick Duncan uses to prevent thieves. When the thieves find the jewelry, they will subconsciously search the cabinet and then flee with the fakes.

The truly valuable things in the inner room can be spared.

However, Oak Street has good security, so the so-called fake bait has not been used until today.

Even though the fake jewelry is cheap, Duncan still flashes a look of pain in the corner of his eyes.

After all, a full cabinet will cost at least twenty shillings.

"Maybe he won't take it away after he finds out it's fake jewelry."

Muttering to himself, he moved to the window of the outer room and struggled to move his unexercised body.

One leg stepped out of the window, stepped on the bricks and tiles on the top of the eaves, and slowly leaned out:

"Go somewhere else to avoid the limelight first. The night watchman can't always pay attention to me.

I'll come back when he's busy with other things..."

"So where can I hide so that I won't be found by the night watchman?"

A steady voice sounded.

"Good question. As a lawyer, I have helped many wealthy people, including some small nobles who opened factories outside the city.

As a private lawyer and retired exorcist, they should be happy for me to live there."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Duncan looked at the source of the voice with a stiff neck.

The man with black hair and black eyes wearing a deerstalker hat bent his body and squatted lightly and steadily on the bricks and tiles outside the window.

Are you really human...

Duncan cried and fell to the ground.

"The most important thing in doing business is reputation?"

Qin Nuo jumped lightly and got into the room through the window.

The soles of his shoes touched the ground, and his strong arms directly pulled the other person up: "I think you seem to be ready to run away?"

"No, no!"

Duncan shook his head like a rattle and denied it flatly: "The rainy season is coming soon, I will check if the roof is leaking!"

"Do you need to bring this to check for leaks?"

Qin Nuo's sharp eyes fell directly on the small treasure chest: "It looks like there is a lot of money in it, and I happen to be short of money recently."

"You can't do this!"

Duncan covered his chest and his face flushed: "This is illegal, I will call the police!"

"Well, you are right."

Qin Nuo nodded and said thoughtfully: "If it was a demon, I don't think the police would be able to do anything.

It just so happens that I caught a demon yesterday and didn't have time to deal with it."

As he said, he took out a glass bottle from his pocket.

The bottle was not big, and the gray-white mist filled with it surged back and forth.

Looking closely, you can find a floating hideous face that appears and disappears from time to time.

It was the illusion demon captured from Raul's cellar last night.

"Yes, sorry, I was too impulsive.

I'll give you 857 shillings now."

Duncan, who hadn't dealt with demons for a long time, immediately trembled.

"Not only that, I just checked the drainage pipes for you, and I have to pay you an additional 143 shillings."

No——

The emotion called "despair" boiled in Smith Duncan's chest.

But the demon in the bottle obviously frightened him more.

Back to the first floor,

ThisA retired exorcist slowly took out the small treasure chest, unscrewed the lock, and then suddenly sped up his movements.

He opened the lid, took out the money, and closed the lid, all in one go.

Five patinated 10-pound notes were pushed to the edge of the desk.

Qin Nuo shook off the greasy smell on them, turned around and raised the money above his head towards the glass.

Under the light, the portrait of Leonard I was clearly reflected on the left side of the 10-pound note.

It was a real note.

Seeing this, Duncan, who valued money as his life, felt even more distressed. He turned his head and couldn't bear to watch any more:

"Promise me to take good care of them.

It's the rainy season soon. Don't let them get wet. And if you encounter a demon, put them in the safest place..."

Qin Nuo's steps were suspended in the air, and he asked without looking back: "Is the rainy season special?"

"Every year, the rainy season is the most active period for demons, and it is also the most troublesome time for exorcists."

Duncan immediately covered his mouth, turned around and glared: "Damn it! This is important information, you can't listen to it without paying!"

Dingling Dingling——

The wind chimes swayed, and Qin Nuo's back disappeared behind the door.

The dull knock on the door frame was his payment.

Value, zero.

...

"I have money again all of a sudden."

Leaving Oak Street, Qin Nuo touched the 5 extra banknotes in his pocket.

It took only half an hour to earn 1,000 shillings.

My ability to make money is still good.

If I continue like this, I might be able to save 15,000 shillings by the time the merchants come next Saturday.

With a sigh in his heart, he waved to stop an open carriage.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Sailor Street, No. 186."

"Okay."

The whip was waving, and the wheels were rolling.

Two lines of shallow ruts appeared on the bluestone street.

The lines gradually extended and finally came to an end half an hour later.

The door was pushed open, and the not-so-spacious detective agency was empty.

Only a figure could be seen lying on the table, constantly fiddling with something.

"Back?"

Su Mali looked up and glanced, and continued to work on her own business.

"Yeah."

Looking left and right, Qin Nuo asked, "Where are the others?"

"Safia is meditating upstairs, and Roman went for a walk."

Walk?

I'm afraid he went to take private work.

Qin Nuo rubbed his chin and speculated.