Chapter 64 George

Inside the room, the firewood that Gune had added when he first returned had already burned down considerably.

The temperature in the room had dropped, carrying a slight chill.

Woo…

Even through the doors and windows, the howling wind outside swept through the treetops, over the eaves, and around the corners of the walls, its wailing sound continuously filtering in.

He cast a glance through the glass window, where the curtains were not drawn too tightly.

Under the biting wind, the already bare tree trunks swayed left and right, but he could not see who was at the door.

After a moment's thought, Gune approached the door, secretly preparing a spell.

“Creak!”

Gune opened the door, and the cold wind rushed in.

At the same time, a young man wearing a hat and spectacles appeared before Gune.

“Hello, I am George Derrick, senior inspector of the Sog City Police Department.”

As he spoke, the young man produced his senior inspector credentials.

Senior inspectors were rare in the Sog Ruins City.

Usually, only seasoned officers with extensive policing experience could become senior inspectors.

For George, who was at most just over twenty, to become a senior inspector, he must undoubtedly be an “Enforcer” within the police system.

“Enforcers” were supernaturals among the police, and not weak in strength.

Gune looked him over carefully before speaking softly: “Enforcer?”

“Yes!” George did not conceal it.

“Is there something?” Gune asked seriously.

“Several things, and they might take quite a bit of time.”

Then he lowered his voice.

“Including matters concerning public order and security around your castle in the Antukang District when you brew potions.”

“Oh?” Gune couldn't help raising an eyebrow.

That he was a high-level alchemist was clearly known to quite a few within the Supernatural Association.

As Veya had said before, not only would the Supernatural Association send guards,

but also the Enforcers from the police would pay extra attention to his safety there.

“It's still early. Would you have time to go out for some coffee?”

Finally, George added,

“My treat tonight.”

Since someone was treating, Gune didn't stand on ceremony.

“Are we going to the Autumn Sunlight Café? I hear the coffee there is excellent.” Gune said with a light smile.

George, who had a slight smile on his face, paused briefly, his expression stiffening a little.

“The coffee there is indeed excellent,” he said meaningfully.

…

Autumn Sunlight Café.

In the quiet, comfortable, and natural hall.

A young girl, a graduate of the art academy, draped in white silk, gently let her fingers dance over the piano keys.

The pleasant piano notes were soft and natural, relaxing both mind and body.

Gune looked at the coffee menu in his hand and the corresponding prices listed in “pounds.”

He began to understand why George had that expression earlier.

This coffee was damn expensive.

Gune ordered a relatively cheap coffee set for two.

The order was placed.

Soon, a pretty, curvaceous waitress brought what was said to be premium coffee beans harvested from an island discovered in the southern seas during the Age of Sail.

Here, the coffee was ground and brewed fresh.

Gune quietly watched the entire process as the waitress ground the coffee.

Patience was something Gune had in abundance from brewing potions.

Besides, he could enjoy watching the pretty waitress, so he savored the whole process with patience.

When the coffee had boiled in the low-pressure glass pot,

George finally spoke leisurely: “Alright, we have many things to discuss.”

The waitress, quick-witted, nodded and left.

Gune poured himself a cup, added some milk and sugar, and stirred gently.

“I guess you didn't come to see me about the security of the castle,” Gune said casually as he stirred.

Gune's words made George look up, his eyes bright and piercing as he stared over.

“We've met before, at the entrance of Count Nighteater's castle,” Gune said softly again.

George narrowed his eyes slightly, then chuckled: “Your memory astounds me.”

Gune shrugged.

“So, just say what you have to say directly, no need to beat around the bush.”

Hearing Gune's words, George paused for a moment, then picked up his coffee spoon and gently tapped it twice against the empty coffee cup in front of him.

Ding! Ding!

The sound was crisp.

“Hmm?”

Gune's expression shifted slightly as he looked around.

Around them, an invisible, peculiar barrier quickly formed.

By the time George had poured himself a cup of coffee,

an invisible barrier, like a small private booth, completely enveloped the two of them.

“This is…” Gune frowned slightly.

“A nullification interference barrier.”

George's voice was moderate.

“It prevents others from noticing us here. Our conversation, tone, and movements here will not interfere with the surrounding environment or anyone else.”

“And no one will hear our conversation.”

“Since you, Mr. Gune, don't like beating around the bush, I'll be direct.”

“I am an Enforcer, and you are a Pioneer.”

“Essentially, we are both members of the Supernatural Association.”

“Of course, we both know that the Supernatural Association is a big tree we can rely on. Most of the time, this tree is very reliable, but sometimes, danger also comes from this tree.”

“After all… within the Supernatural Association, there are also traitors, even moles.”

“And the only ones we can truly rely on are ourselves.”

Listening to George's explanation, Gune nodded slightly.

Indeed, in this world, the only one you can truly rely on is yourself.

“I am a third-tier supernatural,” George continued.

“And my supernatural profession, I cannot disclose, but I can tell you that its level is—seven-star.”

“Oh?” Gune's eyebrow twitched involuntarily.

A seven-star supernatural professional was quite powerful and rare.

After all, his own Blood Curse Master, even without the blood curse, was only around six-star.

And the other was a stable seven-star, clearly superior to the Blood Curse Master in terms of supernatural profession traits.

“As a seven-star third-tier supernatural, I consider myself not weak.”

“But…”

George looked at Gune with a hint of amusement and said leisurely: “Do you know what I sense from you?”

“Danger,” Gune said with a slight raise of his eyelids.

“Yes,” George laughed.

“Danger, even the danger of death.”

“You are very powerful, more powerful than I imagined.”

George's smile faded as he continued.

“I know some things about Old Cohen.”

“So after we met that day, I did a little investigation into your identity, Mr. Gune.”

“If that was an offense, I apologize here and ask for your forgiveness.”

“It's fine. You Enforcers have the right to investigate anyone, don't you?” Gune said noncommittally.

“Heh heh~~” George gave a light, placating laugh.

“In any case, combining the information I've gathered about you and my own feelings,”

“there's no doubt. You are a very powerful spellcaster.”

“So, I think we can cooperate.”

George finally stated his purpose.

“Cooperate?”

“Yes, cooperate,” George affirmed.

“Cooperate on what?”

When Gune asked this,

George leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: “To eliminate those who secretly threaten top supernaturals like you and me, as well as certain strange creatures that should not exist in our world.”

Hearing George's words, Gune stared at him thoughtfully.

Undoubtedly, this request was very abrupt.

Even though they had briefly crossed paths before, this was their first formal meeting.

“Such an urgent request gives me the feeling that this guy is like a drowning man grasping at me, a straw!”

Then Gune pondered the content of the other's words more carefully, which was what piqued his curiosity.