"That's expensive?"
Silver Wolf put her hands on her hips and said awkwardly,
"Forget it. I'm getting a little hungry anyway. Raccoon dog meat isn't bad either."
"N-No... it doesn't taste good!" The raccoon dog reporter took a step back.
"Fine, the place you're looking for is upstairs. I won't charge you this time."
"That detective happens to be running his agency out of our boss's place."
"But that guy sleeps all day and keeps the front door shut tight at night."
"No one knows what he lives on!"
"Maybe... he's doing something illegal?"
Silver Wolf glanced upstairs and said disdainfully,
"So the door's locked now. How am I supposed to meet this Undying Detective?"
"...No idea." The raccoon dog reporter shook his head.
"But if there happened to be fifty thousand Credits on the ground, I might remember?"
"I don't have any." Silver Wolf waved a hand and made to leave.
"I don't like paying."
Just then, a curse suddenly rang out from upstairs.
"You damned raccoon dog, you're really shameless! You actually dared to extort our customer!"
The next moment, a monkey leaped down from upstairs.
The raccoon dog fled in panic at the sight of the monkey.
"Hm?"
Silver Wolf turned back and met the monkey's gaze.
The monkey said respectfully,
"Hello, I'm [Narrator], the receptionist of the [Undying Detective Agency] and that detective's assistant."
"Narrator?" Silver Wolf looked upstairs. "What kind of person names their pet something like that?"
"The one upstairs." The monkey asked,
"By the way, that damned raccoon dog didn't scam you out of any money, did it?"
"I'd need to have some first." Silver Wolf shoved both hands into her pockets and pulled out the empty linings.
"See? Completely empty."
"I never carry cash when I go out."
"As expected of a