Chapter 595

In Marvel, a System Wage Worker

If he had to resort to plagiarizing literature just to handle one girl, what level were those scumbags who dated more than a dozen women of different ages, professions, cultures, and personalities at?!

Nancy turned and gave George a Byakugan and the middle finger.

A crude gesture.

Yet Geralt found it somewhat cute and straightforward.

Maybe it was the rose-colored glasses at work again.

That was how lovers were. When things were good, everything was good; when things were bad, even breathing was wrong—when that happened, the bond had run its course, and forcing it would only hurt both sides.

After work that evening.

Geralt picked Nancy up from work.

Nancy had made up her mind. She told Geralt that before her family fell apart, she had been an amateur detective.

It was no secret. Geralt had heard Nancy mention it herself, and he had heard others talk about it too.

—Nancy liked detective work, and she liked helping people.

But not everyone supported Nancy's "career."

First were her parents. They worried that this "career" would put Nancy in danger.

As it turned out, their concerns were not unfounded.

Then there was the Black Pine Town Police Department.

Nancy was only an amateur detective. Her methods could hardly be called "standard," and she had indeed caused trouble for official investigations.

Most importantly, it was precisely because Nancy refused to follow convention that she repeatedly solved the police's cold cases, making the town police department look incompetent.

After her mother passed away, Nancy had a mess of troubles herself, and her detective work came to a complete standstill.

When Geralt went to Phoenix, Claire—Nancy's high school classmate—came to see her and told her about a case.

The case had taken place in Storybrooke, a town