The fortune teller picked up the constellation cards next to her and began to shuffle.

"Alright, in the case of Prince Oliver’s death, what intelligence can you provide about the participants?" The fortune teller’s voice slowed, carrying an enticing charm, as the candles around her began to flicker.

In fact, in such tasks, there are often slackers, people who only know half-truths, or those who take wild guesses. If they happen to guess right, they can receive a large bounty and adventurer points. Compared to other cases, the risk is much lower. As a full-time fortune teller for the Adventurer Association, she had encountered too many such incidents. Of course, once confirmed by her, such adventurers would also suffer corresponding penalties, but the Adventurer Association would not easily do such a thing.

"The Round Table Conference!" Simmons said smugly, "It’s the Round Table Conference!"

The fortune teller’s expression slightly froze. Previously, the Moon God’s Court, the Nether God’s Court, and even the Fiery Sun Church and the Secret Castle had been mentioned.

The Round Table Conference?

A card popped out and landed on the table. The fortune teller turned it over, revealing "Libra."

Libra is a positive sign representing Justice, which meant what the other party said was true.

Simmons’ heart skipped a beat. Damn, there’s something there. But outwardly, he was rather eager, "What does this mean, right or wrong?"

"Mr. Pal, thank you for the intelligence you provided and your contribution to the Adventurer Association. This means the intelligence is correct. You will receive a bounty of 50 gold and a thousand points for the A-level bounty." The fortune teller said, "You can collect it outside."

"Haha, okay, okay, you won’t take it back halfway, will you?" Simmons laughed, suddenly worried.

The fortune teller couldn’t help but laugh, "You are too humorous."

Simmons touched his stomach and left the dim fortune-telling room proudly, with the surprised gaze of the receptionist outside. He collected the fifty gold and, on his way out, squeezed her butt, leaving with a lewd smile as she glared angrily.

Leaving the Adventurer Association, Simmons quickly left the black market, cautiously sensing whether he was being followed along the way. He circled several times and entered a pre-booked inn, where he removed the face of Faceless Sorrow. His plump, short figure quickly changed as he donned a gray robe and exited through the back door.

Underneath the hat, Simmons’ face was full of excitement. This sneaky feeling was truly thrilling.

***

At noon, Li Xin made himself a simple meal. Lin Fei took Little Xueyin to the newspaper office for overtime. To prevent Xueyin from disturbing Li Xin at home, Lin Fei had Xueyin take her homework to the newspaper office. She was now the deputy editor-in-chief, had her own office, and wouldn’t disturb others.

As he was eating, there was a knock on the door. Li Xin put down his chopsticks and opened the door, looking at the person outside with a puzzled expression: "Who are you looking for?"

Standing at the door was a young man with a dirty face and disheveled clothes, as if he had been roughed up by many people. Behind him was a filthy, mixed-breed horse-drawn carriage, "Brother Li, you’re so humorous."

"General Lu, have you been stealing coal or something, sporting such a unique look?" Li Xin laughed.

Lu Shuai, on the verge of tears, wiped his face, faintly revealing a hint of his usual appearance, "Let me in to take a bath and change into some clean clothes first."

"You didn’t go looking for Miss Tang Yinxiao, did you?"

"Hmph, that woman has successfully caught my attention. If not for this afternoon’s arrangements, I would definitely show her my gallant prowess," Lu Shuai pouted.

It was uncomfortable. He thought it was a rare opportunity for close contact with a fair maiden. Instead, they went to the coal yard in the North Fourth District to investigate, where it was lightly raining. The roads were muddy, and there was dirty water everywhere, one touch and it was all over your body.

That was bearable, but they then encountered worker unrest. The case went uninvestigated, and he inexplicably got roughed up a bit. It wasn’t much physical harm but highly insulting. However, Miss Tang truly showed her wit.

"Don’t shake off the dirt. Aunt Fei just cleaned the floor. Wait a bit," Li Xin stopped Lu Shuai from entering the door, checked him over first, and handed him a pair of slippers, "Don’t mess it up. Go straight to wash, wear my clothes, I’ll leave them outside for you."

"Oh, it smells so good, Brother Li. I haven’t eaten yet. Save some for me," Lu Shuai’s stomach growled loudly.

"Sure, I’ll make you some fried rice with egg."

"Sounds good."

As Lu Shuai washed, he marveled. Miss Tang was completely different from the girls he usually encountered. The Canon Law School didn’t lack girls with hidden powers, but it wasn’t the same. Miss Tang was different; in the Shadow Owl, she was as serene as a daffodil, while during investigations, she was calm, decisive, and very persistent, not the kind of aristocratic lady who’d be devastated by a bit of dirt on her clothes.

Lu Shuai couldn’t help but think. Miss Tang said they were not on the same path, and that was true. But whenever he closed his eyes, her cold yet reasonable gaze when facing emotional workers came to mind, along with her decisiveness and charm in calming emotions.

He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to hold a girl with such external coldness but internal gentleness during sleep.

Lu Shuai hummed a song as he washed. He had underestimated the difficulties today, but his relationship with Miss Tang had progressed. Miss Tang willing to go with him was a sign of her internal acceptance. Although she let him leave first to avoid interfering with the investigation, he could sense her implicit care. With a little more effort, it was only a matter of time before he won her over.

"My dear Miss Tang, you will belong to me sooner or later..."

After changing into Li Xin’s clothes, which were clean and refreshing, this outfit also matched the afternoon’s persona. He sat at the dining table, took a spoonful of fried rice with egg, and exclaimed, "Wow, this is so delicious??"

"Not bad indeed."

"More than just not bad, I would call it the best egg fried rice in Dao Yuan," Lu Shuai shoveled the food into his mouth quickly, "Brother Li, your Night Patrol is too harsh on its members. How could you let a girl investigate in a place like the mine area? If I hadn’t been with her in the morning, who knows what those agitated workers would have done to Miss Tang then."

Li Xin was speechless. Silver Owl, no need to worry about that.

"What case?"

"It’s called the skinning case. Many workers in the mine area have gone missing, and when found, their entire skins were peeled off, all fleshy," Lu Shuai said while eating, "It’s bizarre, this is a Royal Capital, yet in Dragon Capital, there’s still such a poor condition place. A mine with thousands of people, in an extremely harsh environment, filled with a pungent stench, unfit for human habitation."

"General Lu, if you find it lacking, that place is where thousands scrape by. If you went to the Underground City, you’d think the mine is heaven."

Lu Shuai, full of disbelief, "No way, worse than that?"

"Dragon Capital is like this, Celestial Capital too. Hex-Tech has led to urban population centralization, but large numbers of laborers are concentrated in suburbs and underground cities, where they can barely survive," Li Xin said.

Only then did Lu Shuai remember; he had heard it before. Li Xin had lived in the Underground City. He knew of it but had never been or even approached it, just heard it was pretty bad, but that bad was just an abstract concept.