Director Anlos had no objection to Shade wanting to help. A troubled look appeared on the plain-faced middle-aged man's face:
"What other clues could there be? The person who wanted to trade with us probably noticed something was wrong. After lingering nearby, they left. We tracked them here and found this house. They definitely aren't an ordinary person. No matter how you look at it, this place is an agent's Safe House.
"I suspect they left through the back of the house and entered the Lower Water. But we don't have enough people here, and sending anyone into the sewers rashly would be too dangerous. I'll stay here and continue searching the house. If you're interested, go take a look in the sewers.
"Oh, watch out for the Gray Gloves and the city gangs. The former are looking for those documents, while the latter are looking for that card."
"Mr. Watson, just who are you?"
When Shade and Mr. Albert reached the sewer entrance behind the house, the Coroner finally could not hold back any longer.
Shade glanced at him:
"Just earning a living. People like us aren't fighting and killing every day, or selling potions on the black market."
"But you—"
"Though you aren't an ordinary person either, you're still a coroner and still know plenty of ordinary people. You and I are the same. When I first met you, I never imagined you were the leader of Eternal Light."
Shade directly voiced what both of them had tacitly understood:
"Everyone's past experiences affect what they do now. But look, you can use your hidden identity to help us quickly find clues, while I can use mine to easily get answers from people who would never have spoken otherwise. In that respect, we really are the same."
"No, no,