The young master Justin is the latest favorite at the Li Long Inn, from top to bottom, and Dragon Mother needs no mention, the big boss!

Justin's backers are increasing. Dalivin, Kan, Old Fang, and others are starting to schedule appointments for Justin's services. Dalivin, with Justin, can attract many kind-hearted noblewomen, and even with Justin's company, Dalivin's artistic aura has been elevated a level. He only needs to paint portraits of Justin to attract much attention. Although Dalivin is an artist, he's not a rigid one. He smells a business opportunity and has decided to move places instead of mingling in the poor Saint George District. He's taking Justin to the bustling Inner City to find a place to paint. Those noble ladies simply can't resist the pure black allure, it's sure to be highly profitable.

With Mr. Kan's magic, having Justin as a spirit cat, the artistic aspect has also significantly improved. Magic requires an assistant, and a gentleman cat is undoubtedly a great assistant. Even Old Fang experiences the same; whether it's fortune-telling or storytelling, the effect is excellent.

As a result, working as a Messenger for Li Xin became the most useless job.

In the room, Justin was placed on the table, and the doors and windows were closed, "How do you split the profits?"

The black cat sat on the table with big, adorable eyes, not understanding what Li Xin was saying.

Li Xin smiled, "Little fellow, your memory isn't very good, huh? Do you want me to help you remember?" As he spoke, Li Xin snapped his fingers.

When he first contacted Qi Badao in the Underground City, hands must have been dealt, and the black cat was there too. It wasn't as it is now, it was utterly arrogant back then.

Justin shivered, this damned Li Xin, extended two paws and gestured.

"A 50-50 split, not bad, you're quite good," Li Xin smiled, "As a cat, don't think you're very clever. The human heart is deceitful, be more cautious when you're out and about. I'm just keeping it for you; it'll be used to take care of you in the future."

Li Xin patted the black cat's head. He knew many people liked to pet cats, but both the person and the cat knew each other all too well. One wasn't interested in petting; the other wasn't interested in being petted.

Justin meowed in response, knowing it was this annoying human reminding him. Still, he'd gotten a bit carried away. Back in the Underground City, he relied on Qi Badao. Here in this unfamiliar place, he indeed should be more careful. Compared to others, this guy, though poor and stingy, is reliable.

Thinking of this, the black cat spit out a Lira and pushed it to Li Xin.

Li Xin accepted it with a smile, not caring about the amount. It was a ritual, "It doesn't matter about making money, but if there's official business, make sure to handle it properly first. Just like in the Celestial Capital, you should know the consequences of delaying official matters."

The black cat nodded quickly. Actually, Qi Badao had put much effort into this aspect too. Li Xin was just reminding him, as it would be troublesome to miss something important.

The black cat looked at Li Xin, suddenly meowed flatteringly a few times, and pointed outside. Li Xin nodded, "Go ahead, be careful out there. In Hedan, the Hidden Power is far greater and stronger than in the Celestial Capital. There are many spiritual creatures like you, and many people and animals are interested. Don't lose your little life."

Justin quickly gestured that he would be very careful, meowed once, and dashed out.

Watching the black cat run off in the blink of an eye, Li Xin tossed the Lira in his hand, drawing a parabolic arc in the air before it disappeared.

At noon, he solved lunch at Old Molton's, bought coffee and fruits at Karto's, and started working. The typewriter clattered away late into the evening. When Li Xin stretched his waist and saw that more than half of the third section was finished, he felt quite accomplished. With some editing, it would be enough for this weekend's draft; he was almost moved by his diligence.

The coffee was already empty, so he poured some water, took the cup, and stood by the window, listening to the wind and insects. His heart was especially calm, with messy secret events cleared from his mind. Even the clear red moon in the sky seemed less strange, and he began to enjoy his moments of peace in Hedan.

After standing by the window for over ten minutes, Li Xin returned to the typewriter and started typing away again. With spare time today, he worked more, editing for over two hours. The sky grew deep, and Li Xin stretched lazily; it was enough for submission, and nobody could find any faults.

Suddenly, Li Xin's ear twitched, and a light figure entered through the window, "Not bad, you're actually creating."

"Sister, what do you want to do?" Li Xin covered his chest, his face unable to hide the surprise and smile.

"Rob!" Christie said, baring her small white teeth.

"Rob money or rob charm?"

"Neither, I want the manuscript in your hand, I want to read it first!" Christie exclaimed, seeing so many manuscripts, amazed at his laziness. Clearly, he could write so quickly, yet he was always dragging his feet. Last week's bit wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

Li Xin immediately hid the manuscript behind him, "Beauty, do you want to rob some charm first? I'm an easy catch."

Christie kissed Li Xin and then took the manuscript, "Not robbing today, next time. After a busy day, Bocuse might really be a problem."

"Do you have any findings?" Li Xin got serious too; this was a big fish.

"The true owner of the house at Blue Ivory Bay is Marquis Viterstein William. Many guests have visited the Lanuo Restaurant. Although it's hard to book an appointment, nearly every person who matters in Hedan has been there. Members of the Hunting Enjoyment Club have visited multiple times, yet no accidents have occurred," Christie said.

"Two possibilities: one, the conflict between Dark Cuisine and Gourmet cuisine doesn't exist or has been resolved; second, Bocuse is well aware of who the guests are, catering to their tastes."

"Now only the second possibility remains; headquarters sent a telegram, questioning the truth of the Gourmet Association's internal rebellion back then," Christie said.

The internal news of Secret Organizations is indeed hard to come by, but the Moon God's Court is an exception. Other Church Courts have their territories. The Earth Mother Goddess has absolute authority in Moncalleta, but in terms of range, what's truly spread worldwide are Moon God followers. Perhaps their influence isn't strong, but they're everywhere, which also ties into the Moon God's dominion.

There's intelligence on the Gourmet Association too, and questioning means it's not entirely as publicly stated. This is enough to provide a judgment on the current situation.

"What do you plan to do?" Li Xin asked.

"If we hand over things now, it's at most a guess. Without solid evidence, everyone's efforts would be in vain," Christie said. The Night Patrol isn't here to do voluntary work.

"The main focus on Lanuo Restaurant is to find that 'director.' That would provide direct evidence. As for the Mother Goddess School, on the surface, it's normal, but there must be abnormal aspects. If we could get the construction layout of the Mother Goddess School, that would be great. Places like these must hide secrets; they are the most direct evidence."

What Funeral Attendants dare not do, the Night Patrol dares, it's impossible for outsiders not to offend anyone in Hedan as long as there's enough reward.

"Taking advantage of you, but we don't need you for the subsequent tasks. We need to put in some effort too," Christie smiled.

"There's no such thing as taking advantage. I'm also a part of the Night Patrol," Li Xin shrugged, not wanting to stay uninvolved at this stage.

"Once we get the substantial evidence, Funeral Attendants will handle the subsequent matters, whether it's the problematic Elder of the Gourmet Association or Marquis William. Our strength in Hedan is too weak. While it's a bit regrettable, this is the best outcome," Christie said. The Night Patrol doesn't want to dig further and risk getting burnt.

Christie took the manuscript and left Li Xin alone at the window, disoriented. His vacation mood was completely disrupted, and where was the promised charm robbery?

...he forgot to give the perfume to Christie.

He didn't want to wander around late at night, after all, he's not Old Fang, lying on the bed and dozing off for a moment.

Thud thud... thud thud...

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