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The office returned to calm.

Morian held the compensation payment Ronan made before leaving in his hand, roughly counted it, and found it to be a full fifty gold pounds.

This amount of money is more than enough to repair the office, or even replace all the furniture with a new set, and it can also be used to renovate the walls.

That guy was surprisingly generous... Morian looked around and silently estimated the price in his mind.

First of all, that charred and damaged sofa is definitely not usable anymore. Replacing it with a new sofa that is made of solid materials and is comfortable enough will cost at least ten pounds.

The two wooden chairs with broken legs also need to be replaced; you should be able to buy decent ones for around three pounds. As for repairing the walls and floor, you can hire a worker to paint them; the labor and materials will cost around ten to twelve pounds.

The remaining amount will be considered as compensation for emotional distress and for subsequent cleaning and tidying.

"It seems the royal family is at least quite agreeable when it comes to compensation," Charlotte said, walking up to him and looking at the banknotes.

"If I had a choice, I would prefer this to be a peaceful night." Morian shook his head, put away the banknotes, and began to clean up the mess in front of him.

Since Charlotte is still around, we can't do a big clean-up; we can only do some simple tidying up first.

The damaged chair was beyond repair, so Morian simply pushed it into the corner to make room in the center of the living room, then moved a perfectly good chair over for Charlotte to sit on.

He turned around and sat down on the charred sofa without changing his expression.

Charlotte sat down gently opposite her, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Regarding Lord Ronan's commission, are you really going to consider taking it on?" she asked softly.

"Not necessarily, I need to see the contents of the letter again," Morian replied cautiously. "Anyway, we have a week to consider it, there's no need to rush into a decision."

Moreover, there were still several things to be done on my original to-do list.

"Lord Ronan specifically mentioned 'knight' and 'princess,' which suggests that the commission may involve core members of the royal family, since 'honorable ranks' are usually only inherited by direct members of the royal family," Charlotte said in a low voice, continuing her analysis.

"And as far as I know, there are only four princes and one princess who are qualified to be assigned their own guardian knights."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear: the person who initiated this request was most likely one of the five princes, and if it wasn't handled carefully, the subsequent troubles would be unimaginable.

So perhaps the key is not whether to accept it, but whether to resolve it "properly"? Morian turned his gaze to the night outside the window, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

High risk is often accompanied by high reward; from another perspective, this may also be a rare opportunity.

An opportunity to observe up close and understand how the three mysterious paths of destiny of the royal family operate.

As for the monetary rewards or royal privileges promised by Ronan, they were not that important.

If one could gain a favor from a member of the royal family or establish a connection with the royal family through this matter, that would be a more valuable gain.

Ultimately, however, he was simply interested in the content of the commission; the payment was secondary.

Whether or not we can accept the offer depends on the circumstances.

Morian withdrew his gaze and looked up at the girl opposite him. "Charlotte, could you please help me gather some publicly available records or information about the two ethers, 'Princess' and 'Knight'?"

"No problem." Charlotte nodded without hesitation. "I'll start searching through the family's information channels tomorrow."

"However, the core content of the 'Honor Class' is, after all, a secret of the royal family, and we may not be able to find much substantial information. Please be prepared for that."

"Okay, as much as possible." Morian temporarily put the letter into his desk drawer.

Although a final decision has not yet been made, it is always good to gather as much information as possible, so that you can choose to accept or reject it later.

Only then did Morian suddenly remember something else, and he looked at Charlotte in surprise:

"Speaking of which, you mentioned renting an apartment nearby? What made you suddenly decide to live in Bet City?"

"Well, my father previously agreed to let me be your assistant to help with the investigation," Charlotte said, pausing for a moment before smiling.

"But I feel that frequently traveling between the manor and Bet City is both a waste of time and inconvenient, so I've decided to rent an apartment in the city to stay temporarily."

She blinked: "Living nearby would be much more convenient, and I could be more focused on the investigation."

Morian was speechless for a moment. He could indeed understand this idea. Although Charlotte came from a noble family, her personality was by no means that of a flower raised in a greenhouse.

But can Earl White really trust his only daughter to rent a place to live?!

"What about safety? Are you really okay living alone?" Morian couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Please don't worry," Charlotte smiled slightly.

"Although my father agreed to let me live independently, he also arranged for a number of guards to stay near the apartment, and Mr. Norton would also come over regularly to take care of me."

"Besides, I'm also an Ascended One, so I have the ability to protect myself." Charlotte's tone carried a hint of confidence.

Indeed, he seemed to subconsciously regard her as an ordinary noble girl who needed protection. In reality, with her valuable protective gear and extraordinary abilities, ordinary troubles really couldn't do anything to this young lady.

Morian was speechless, suddenly realizing that in the wealthy district of Bet City, it was perfectly normal for the powerful and wealthy to have several bodyguards in the courtyard of their villas.

"Okay, take care of yourself," he finally nodded, no longer dwelling on it. "If you need any help, feel free to come find me anytime."

The two then exchanged some ideas about the direction of the commissioned investigation. The night grew deeper and deeper, and it was almost dawn.

"That's all for tonight. I'll visit you again once I've decided on the specific plans." Morian stood up, feeling a wave of fatigue and weariness wash over him.

Seeing this, Charlotte also gracefully stood up, preparing to leave.

"Okay, sir, you should get some rest too."

Morian escorted Charlotte to the door, watching her tall figure disappear into the darkness in the distance, before turning back inside to lock the door.

Standing once again in the center of the messy living room, I couldn't help but recall the information I had received that night. Amidst the chaotic thoughts, weariness completely overwhelmed me.

Morian shook his head, temporarily putting these concerns aside. He was even too lazy to tidy up the living room, deciding to rest first and recover his energy tomorrow.

After a quick wash, he went back to his bedroom and lay down. The fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day washed over him like a tide, quickly dragging him into sleep.