Chapter 102: All Clues Lead to the Supernatural (1/2)

”Are you sure that it's the right thing for him to investigate that case, Captain? It has been less than a week since he joined our ranks. Well, he successfully survived through the mutations, but he still doesn't have his class-specific Aspect. Will he be fine?” Ashlynn asked.

Ashlynn was a fine woman ripe with age. She seemed to be younger than the Captain of the Cavaliers for half a decade, but despite the fact that her age wasn't so far away from the remaining member of the Cavaliers. That man didn't dare to disrespect her due to her authority.

The Captain of the Cavaliers, Ron Samuel raised his head and said, ”I don't know... But he will undoubtedly become one of us anyway...”

”Seeing that he's so young, there needs to be a whetstone that would make him get used to how we do our jobs, you understand? Small jobs like these that the Church gives to us for some reason is what he needs to adapt.”

”Those that cannot adapt after becoming a Cavalier are people that we do not need.”

Ashlynn nodded her head.

James Branzuela who sat on the table across Ashlynn also nodded and gave out a small smile, ”Is that the reason why despite having so many candidates. We only have four employees in this coffee shop?”

Ron Samuel shook his head, ”I don't know...”

Indeed...

Cavaliers were a bunch of people that would never die in their sleep.

Fighting against monsters...

Protecting the believers of the Church of Lumiere, the Church of the Goddess of Compassion and Light from the supernatural, and the influences of other Predators.

These thankless jobs were the jobs of the Cavaliers. It was understandable that not a lot of people would willingly abandon their future just to join the Cavaliers.

”This place still stinks as always...” Bruce lifted a bitter smile on his face.

It was past high noon, but the heat of the sun was still as dizzying as ever. Bruce was never a man who liked to be under the sun. As a night owl, he found the night more comforting than the light of the sun.

Furthermore, though moonlight illuminated the world with its light that could never compare to the all-encompassing light of the sun...

At least, it wasn't scorching and it brought him a sense of peace and catharsis whenever it was night and he was basking under the moonlight.

The Southern Borough in the afternoon was a mess. Most jobs started as early as dawn and ended past noon.

Of course, sweatshops, matchstick, and textile factories from the Northern and Western Borough was an exception. For some reason, only the companies within the Southern Borough had the health of their employees in mind.

The differences were so vast that the Southern Borough seemed to be a different world compared to the Western and Northern Borough. However, despite these differences, there was still something in common. It was the perpetual stink of feces and all sorts of crap lingering in the air.

Most of the people living in Southern Borough were seafarers and seamen working in cargo. They worked from dawn until past lunch and it was an understatement to say that they carried heavy objects more often than they changed their knickers.

The smell was overwhelming, particularly for Bruce who had a strong sense of smell.

Suppressing the nauseous sensation rising up from his stomach to his throat, Bruce finally reached the wet market wherein he started the very first steps of conducting an investigation based on the Cavalier's way.

First...

Ask questions.

Bruce approached the merchant named Slyvester and started asking his questions. He then found out that the reason why he handed over the notice to the Church of Lumiere was after the police's recommendation.

It was because when the police and Sylvester had cornered the thief into a nearby alleyway.

They became distracted for a second, and when they realized it...

The man had vanished into thin air without any traces.

It was as if he didn't even exist in the first place.

But when questioned by Bruce as to how he was so sure that the thief exists.