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After successfully borrowing the power of the Goddess to create the Sleep Charm, Luther instead fell into deep thought. It wasn't that he felt melancholic about becoming a believer of the Goddess; he was analyzing the reason for his rapid Potion digestion.

Black Knight, one who prays to a hidden existence.

Because he prayed for power to the Goddess, who represents the hidden, did it align with the name of the Potion, leading to rapid digestion?

No, it wasn't just that.

Luther carefully recalled that the moment his Potion digested rapidly wasn't when he was praying, but the instant he received a response from the Goddess and gained her attention.

Right, prayer is just the action; the true purpose of prayer is to obtain a response from a hidden existence!

The key point is—establishing a connection with a hidden existence!

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He quickly associated this with the name of the Sequence 8 Potion, "Listener."

First, pray to a hidden existence to establish a connection, then listen to the voice of the great existence and become a believer—this path operates exactly like that; it all makes sense!

Then, could the object of listening be changed to the Goddess? If so, would there be hope of advancing to Sequence 8 without becoming a fanatic of the True Creator?

For a moment, Luther's thoughts raced, and a bright path seemed to appear before his eyes, making him unable to help but feel happy. Although success wasn't guaranteed, having hope was always a good thing.

Consequently, this happy mood of his lasted until the next day, and he was all smiles even while eating.

"Luther, did something good happen?"

Roshan couldn't help but ask.

"You could say that."

Luther smiled, tearing off a piece of bread and dipping it into the vegetable soup.

The meal they were eating was a work lunch. Since it wasn't convenient to go home for lunch, they ordered from the Old Weir Restaurant down the street, and a waiter would deliver it at the appointed time.

Because there were official matters to discuss, Dunn had gone to a meeting with the captains of the Machinery Heart and the Mandated Punishers. Klein had gone to the Divination Club to eat. With others on leave, on duty in the underground, or having unfinished work, in the end, only he, Leonard, Roshan, and Frye were eating their work lunch in the hall.

Frye was cold on the outside but warm on the inside and rarely spoke, so only the three of them were left chatting intermittently. The midday sun was lovely, and sitting in the spacious hall, eating and chatting, made for a pleasant and leisurely day.

"So what exactly are you happy about? Could it be that you got a large sum of money from somewhere again?"

Leonard said jokingly.

"No, I was just thinking about going to the theater with my sister this weekend to watch a performance, and I felt happy."

Luther smiled and brushed it off.

He always felt that Leonard was a bit different. Whether it was his verbal probing or his daily behavior, he seemed convinced that Luther was unusual. Not only that, he always had the self-confidence of a protagonist in a story, acting relaxed and at ease in front of anyone.

"Going to the grand theater to watch a performance, that's so nice..."

Hearing this, Roshan said with envy and longing, "I haven't been in a long time... Damn it, work has drained all my energy, and even on my days off, I just want to sleep in bed. Why hasn't any new clerical staff joined yet? I need someone to save my dark circles!"

"At times like this, you should think about those who rarely need to sleep."

Leonard tapped his chest lightly and smiled.

"Sleep is a gift from the Goddess; I should be happy." Roshan glanced at Leonard resentfully, then looked at Luther, "Then when your sister goes to watch the performance, she will definitely wear a beautiful dress, right?"

"A dress? I didn't notice; she should only have two everyday dresses."

Luther replied casually. Those two dresses were bought when they first moved. Cecilia said that buying expensive ones would be too conspicuous at school, so they only bought two relatively simple dresses.

He saw Roshan's expression freeze.

"Only everyday dresses?"

She asked, enunciating each word.

"Uh, yeah?"

Luther felt something was a bit off.

Roshan's chest heaved, and she took a deep breath.

"Mr. Luther Rondal, do you think it is appropriate for a beautiful young girl in the prime of her youth to wear only a very ordinary dress on a day like going to the theater?"

"...It doesn't seem appropriate."

After thinking for a moment, Luther replied honestly.

He had almost forgotten that in this world lacking entertainment, going to the theater to watch a performance was already a very ritualistic affair. Many middle-class families, even at great expense, would maintain appearances and wear proper attire to attend such elegant activities.

Although Luther felt that clothes were just clothes and a performance was just a performance, based on worldly common sense, failing to prepare a beautiful dress for his sister was indeed his dereliction of duty as an older brother.

—Especially since he wasn't short on money now.

"It's too late for custom-made." He pondered, "Then I'll just take her to buy something off the rack."

"If you buy off the rack, it might be very expensive..."

"Is anyone here!"

An angry voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Roshan's words. Several people looked up to see a lady in a gorgeous dress striding in. She was already somewhat advanced in age, her figure slightly plump, and her face bore undisguised anger.

"Madam, is there anything we can do for you?"

Leonard was the first to stand up, bowing to the lady.

The lady, originally full of rage, first swept her gaze over Leonard's face, then lingered on Luther's for a moment, her angry expression softening considerably. "Hmm... do you have any capable people here? I need some help."

Capable people?

Luther thought for a moment before he realized. Ah, right, this place was advertised as a "security company." Security companies here in Roosevelt generally took on work like bodyguards, escorts, and investigations, while occasionally handling some more dangerous tasks on the side. Therefore, coming to look for "capable people" was a euphemism, implying that the task might involve illegal gray areas.

But we are actually legitimate Night Watchers...

Luther had just opened his mouth to refuse when he heard Leonard speak up cheerfully, "That's right, ma'am, we are certainly very capable, but I'm not sure what you need us to do?"

Upon hearing him ask this, the lady's face, which had just softened, turned fierce once again:

"Catching an adulterer!"

Mrs. Pound from the wharf logistics company had recently felt that her husband was having an affair, as he often returned home late and his attitude toward her had become increasingly poor. The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became. After a huge argument with her husband, she carried her belly full of anger and turned to the streets to find a private detective. By chance, she ended up at Blackthorn Security Company.

"Is it possible that your husband is just busy with work?"

Roshan asked curiously from the side while snacking.

"Impossible!" Mrs. Pound denied flatly, "I have solid evidence."

"What kind of evidence?"

Roshan pressed.

"He's already full from eating out! Not only is the frequency lower, but the amount isn't enough either!"

Mrs. Pound said indignantly.

Luther savored the meaning of this sentence for a few seconds before finally realizing what this formidable lady was talking about.

"Pfft!"

Frye, who had maintained a cold expression the entire time, couldn't hold it back and sprayed a mouthful of black tea everywhere.