The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

"Mr. Paul, you should go in and check the basic situation yourself," Morian said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you very much." Butler Paul nodded gently.

The two went back into the room. Diana was still sitting in the high-backed chair, no longer staring blankly at something, but with her eyes closed.

Her steady, rhythmic breathing indicated that she had simply fallen into a deep sleep and was otherwise fine.

Upon seeing this, Paul immediately stepped forward to confirm, and after a brief examination, he turned back to face Morian.

"You have done a very good job, Dr. Thias," he said sincerely, a look of joy on his face. "On behalf of the Royal Family, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you."

After saying this, the butler took two steps back and bowed.

"It's just my duty, Mr. Paul," Morian chuckled.

"Now is not the time to express gratitude. This young lady knight needs the best care to recover her weakened body."

Morian handed over a pre-prepared card with the firm's address and scope of business printed on it.

"This is my contact address. You can contact me anytime if any other issues arise."

"I understand, we'll arrange the rest." Paul smiled and nodded, then added, "I'll arrange a carriage to take you back to rest first. We'll contact you later regarding the commission and other follow-up matters."

Morian did not refuse, nor was he in a hurry to demand payment. After all, the client was a member of the royal family, and even for the sake of reputation, they would not renege on their promise.

Moreover, delving into the inner world of others, especially when facing a powerful figure like Diana, is a tremendous burden on one's spirit and soul.

I definitely need to go back to the firm and rest properly.

As he was leaving, he intended to return the human skin mask to the other person, but Paul smiled and said...

"You don't need to rush to return it; you'll need this item again soon."

Well, that makes sense... Morian learned from Charlotte that the member of the royal family must have wanted this to be a secret commission.

After a brief farewell, he walked out of the house to the waiting carriage outside and bent down to sit in the spacious carriage.

When we returned to the Slan Street office in that unmarked carriage, the sky was already turning dusky.

It wasn't until noon the next day that a restrained knock came at the office door.

After ten hours of restful sleep, Morian felt much better and his spirits had recovered. Although he still felt a lingering sense of overuse in his spirituality, he was generally well-rested.

Taking advantage of the free time in the morning, he went out to hire decorators to paint the walls and also to do some simple repairs on the damaged furniture.

This consumed almost the entire morning.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Morian quickly straightened his clothes and went to open the door.

The visitor was none other than Paul himself. The old butler had changed into a more formal dark-patterned suit, and his expression was even more solemn than yesterday.

"Are you here to formally pay the payment? That's quick." A thought flashed through Morian's mind, and he gave a polite, perfectly timed smile: "Welcome, Mr. Paul, please come in."

"I apologize for bothering you, but you seem to be recovering well." Paul bowed slightly. "Today, I am here on behalf of my client to formally settle the payment for this commission and to convey some other arrangements."

Other arrangements?

Despite his surprise, Morian first invited him into the living room, which was slightly messy but showed no signs of fighting.

The living room now appears much more spacious. After clearing away clutter and old furniture, only a light-colored fabric sofa and two matching armchairs, which were temporarily purchased this morning, are placed there, which are out of place with the original old furniture.

"Sorry, this place has just been tidied up, so it's still a bit rough around the edges." Morian invited Paul to sit on the sofa, then turned and walked to the cabinet in the corner. "Please have a seat, I'll make you some tea."

This is the most basic etiquette.

"A very unique decorating style, simple and practical." Paul glanced around the almost empty living room, a slight smile playing on his lips, giving a high-EQ assessment.

A high-EQ statement… Morian replied as he returned carrying the tray:

"I never knew Mr. Paul had such a humorous side."

Paul simply chuckled and said nothing more. He took the white porcelain teacup from Morian with both hands, gracefully sniffed the aroma of the tea, took a small sip, and then gently placed the teacup on the low table in front of him, his expression becoming formal.

"Well then, Mr. Thias, let's get down to business." He cleared his throat, his voice steady and clear. "First, there's the settlement of payment for yesterday's commission. The client is extremely pleased with your success in waking Ms. Laurent, believing that you not only fulfilled the commission but also exceeded expectations. Therefore, it has been decided to award you a cash reward of three thousand gold pounds."

Three thousand gold pounds—this figure made Maurian's heart beat slightly faster. It even exceeded the total reward he received for solving the Joseph case and the "Grey Paradise" incident. The royal family's intervention was indeed extraordinary.

"A very fair reward, even exceeding my expectations." Morian nodded with a smile, but the other party hadn't finished speaking.

Sure enough, Paul continued, "In addition, as a token of our appreciation, you may choose one of several pre-selected magical items to take home. I will provide you with a list and brief description of the items later. Also, the disguise mask you used yesterday will be presented to you as a small gift to show our sincerity in this cooperation."

That's incredibly generous, absolutely too generous.

A huge sum of money plus amazing items is enough to tempt any wild Ascendant.

Morian quickly calmed himself down and focused on dealing with the situation at hand.

"Thank you very much for your and the client's generosity, Mr. Paul."

Morian thought for a moment, then spoke:

"I don't usually keep money in the bank. Could you please wait a bit until I open an account at the bank soon before transferring this money?"

This is indeed the truth.

In the past, detective work only brought in small sums of money, usually tens or hundreds of pounds, and he was used to keeping cash in a hidden safe in the agency.

However, three thousand gold pounds, even as the largest denomination banknote, is a rather thick stack, not to mention its security. Spreading it out or depositing it in a reputable bank would undoubtedly be a safer choice.

Since that's the case, why not just open a bank account?

After all, you can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Paul was not surprised at all; on the contrary, he nodded in agreement, saying, "Of course, that's the safest approach."