She is not an investigator.

Igris didn't feel much pressure; her biggest pressure was probably listening to the nagging and complaints of her clients without harboring resentment.

She was already starting to feel resentful. If it weren't for the reward of twenty-five silver dollars, she probably would never want to get involved in this kind of work in her life.

I don’t know if there are really people who are bored and come to this kind of place to cause her trouble, but Igris feels that there are more and more clients coming to her recently, so much so that Igris hardly has a chance to rest all day.

They didn't seem to be there to ask for anything; rather, they seemed to be there to chat with Igris.

Take this person in front of me, for example.

"You mean, you were doing just fine in your own factory when suddenly a guy over two meters tall, dressed in full armor and dressed like a medieval knight, rode a horse into your house, smashed all your furniture, and tried to kill you with a sword. He then escaped after accidentally injuring a factory worker, right?"

Igris's brows were furrowed so deeply they were almost knotted together. She irritably poked at the blank paper in front of her with her pen, without writing a single word.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man in front of her nodded, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, probably because the office was quite warm. Since Igris was rather sensitive to the cold, she always made sure to keep herself warm, since it didn't cost her anything.

“You know what… people usually don’t come to us when something like this happens.”

"I know, I know, I've already called the police, but they just said they'd investigate. But what if, what if it comes back..."

The middle-aged man licked his lips fearfully, then gritted his teeth and said something.

"I, I can offer thirty gold coins!"

Wow!

Igris originally intended for him to see a psychiatrist, but thirty gold coins…

Perhaps she could try playing the role of a psychiatrist?

Surely no one would be so idle as to joke around with her over such a large sum of money? Even though it does sound a bit unbelievable, it's just wearing a suit of armor, something Igris can do.

"So…"

"Excuse me, are you almost done?"

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and a soaking wet girl walked in, patted the water off her head, and looked at Igris.

This is indeed very disruptive, especially since they had just gotten to the crucial point.

"Excuse me, ma'am, it's first come, first served."

"You probably don't mind if I take shelter from the rain here for a while, right? I just arrived here and didn't expect it to rain."

It was just like when Igris first came here, but the other party was clearly not as reliable as Olivia's boss.

"Of course I wouldn't mind."

Igris smiled politely at her, then looked at the middle-aged man in front of her again.

"According to the rules, you need to pay a 30% deposit first, which is about ten gold coins..."

"A deposit? I've never heard of a deposit before."

Igris raised an eyebrow, her expression turning somewhat displeased.

"Of course, because everyone who comes here will inquire about the market. In order to prevent some customers from skipping out on their orders, since the law probably can't protect this kind of transaction, we still need this most basic guarantee. Otherwise, how can a weak woman like me get this reward back from you?"

Igris had already figured it out: this guy had no intention of paying at all; he probably just wanted to use his power to renege on his debt.

Otherwise, there probably wouldn't be many people as generous as him, who would casually ask for thirty gold coins.

"Uh... I forgot my money, I'll go back and get it."

He stood up and left the office somewhat awkwardly, accidentally bumping into a girl who was taking shelter from the rain at the door.

It's probably not his fault, since his body does look quite bulky.

"So, Miss?"

Igris looked at the girl who was standing quietly at the door and gestured for her to sit down in front of her.

Do you have any requests?

Only now did Igris finally have the chance to look at the girl in front of her.

She wasn't very tall, about the same height as Igris, but a little shorter. She looked exceptionally young, like a student. She had unusually gray hair and beautiful red eyes, though they might be a little creepy at night.

Because of the weather, he was wearing a heavy-looking trench coat and a black and white striped inner lining.

Customers like this are very likely visiting this city for the first time, are unfamiliar with the place, and want to ask around for information, which is why they come here. They almost never have any major requests.

"This is indeed a detective agency, right...?"

She slowly sat down, but then, perhaps due to nervousness or some other reason, she stood up, adjusted her posture, and sat down again.

This action was strange, but her body was already wet, so she probably did it because her clothes were uncomfortable.

"Of course, I'm the detective's assistant. You can ask me anything... What kind of commission do you want?"

Igris' job isn't to chat with people, so if the other person is just there to avoid the rain or for something else unrelated to the request, then Igris will probably get a break.

Because it's raining today, there won't be as many people going out.

"Hmm... this might sound a bit strange, but I'd like to ask, have you received any reports of murders recently?"

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Two, Strange Contact

[Today's Headline: Numerous non-compliant factories in Molkens shut down, nearly 100 workers lose their jobs; a significant drop in autumn temperatures begins, further increasing fuel costs.]

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"A murder case?"

Igris raised an eyebrow, looked at the girl in front of her, and couldn't help but sit up straight.

Will knowing this help you?

"I think so, and that will probably influence whether I decide to commission you to conduct the relevant investigation."

Igris thought the girl had just come to ask for directions or to seek shelter from the rain, until she took out a torn newspaper and placed it on the table.

The newspaper was a little damp, but that didn't affect the content. Judging from the date, it must have been published about two weeks ago.

"what is this?"

"Two large-scale social outcasts have gone missing, with at least a thousand people involved, and the number is likely still rising. Where do you think they went?"

The girl's slender finger touched an inconspicuous corner of the newspaper, circled in pen, where the words she described were written.

It's strange that such a big event only occupies a small section in the newspaper's layout, making it almost impossible to notice.

"I don't know, I just arrived here... Didn't the police notice?"

Igris didn't want to comment too much on this seemingly ominous situation, after all, it wasn't her job. If she were really commissioned to investigate this kind of work, then Igris would have to question whether she was a detective's assistant or a special investigation field agent.

“They couldn’t possibly have been oblivious, (so they should) have taken action, but that shouldn’t have been enough; they need more investigation.”

The girl rested her chin on her hand and looked at Igris with great interest.

How much money would I need to pay to hire you?

"I'm just an assistant; you should be asking my boss."

"I know."

The girl nodded nonchalantly, but repeated herself.

"So, how much money do I need to pay to get you to come?"

So she wasn't after Olivia, but after Igris?

Igris didn't know her and didn't think she looked particularly attractive, but she had the qualities and work ethic expected of an assistant, so she couldn't take orders without her boss's permission, no matter how much money it was. Therefore, Igris decisively refused her.

"You can talk to my boss about this. I'm just her assistant. If she's willing to help you, then I won't refuse."

"That's a shame, she's probably not suited to get involved in this."

"Then why do you think I'm suitable?"

Igris had a feeling that the girl might know her; otherwise, judging from her small stature, she didn't seem like a reliable person at all.

However, the problem is that if she really knows Igris, then she's even less likely to think Igris is reliable.

"It's nothing—would you mind if I stayed here to avoid the rain?"

"Please go ahead."

It seems she has given up on the idea of ​​commissioning him, and Igris can probably enjoy some rest time now.

At the private office of the four big shirts, she was the only one working hard every day. When Olivia returned, Igris would probably discuss the issue of a raise with her.

Of course, she was just saying that, since her current salary is already inflated.

"May I ask your name, miss?"

Feeling that the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon, the girl took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Igris, probably wanting to chat with her for a bit.

Igris was quite happy about it; after all, she was always working, and it was nice to have someone to chat with every now and then.

“Igris Selena, just call me Igris.”

"Oh... my name is Momokawa."

She smiled kindly at Igris and extended her hand.

"Nice to meet you."

Igris hesitated for a moment, but still took her hand and smiled politely at her in return.

"You look really young, why are you working as a detective's assistant here?"

This was also what Igris wanted to ask, since she looked really young, so why would she travel all the way to an unfamiliar city and want to investigate some mass disappearance incident?

At least Igris must be wondering if she's even an adult.

"My parents are both dead, and I was forced to go out to work."

Igris did not hide anything, nor was there any need to hide anything.

"That's really... I'm sorry."

Momokawa seemed to feel guilty, as if he had touched a sore spot for Igris, even though Igris wouldn't care at all.

"Don't talk about me, what about you? Did you really come here just to investigate that missing person case? Don't you think it's dangerous for you to investigate these things alone?"

I.I.G.L.S. was still curious about her identity. Judging from her age, I.I.G.L.S. didn't seem like a Special Investigations Department agent.