Chapter 606

No. 6 Birch Street was sold last December. The buyers were the Benjamin family. There was a Floating Spirit in the house that liked playing pranks.

The previous owner was terrified, moved out in a hurry, and entrusted Roman Realty to sell it."

"And then?"

"Floating Spirits are low-threat, but highly curious. Once they became familiar with a house, they would leave soon enough.

So we didn't take any forceful measures.

Oddly enough, Mr. Benjamin came to us himself. Even after learning about the risks in the house, he still insisted on buying it outright.

You know we're an agency. If the buyer insisted on purchasing it, we had no reason not to sell it."

"Mm, I understand. Thanks."

Not long after ending his call with Luke, Joseph sent over an email.

The mere dozen or so pages of documents recorded the first half of Robert and Melinda's lives.

Ordinary.

Ordinary could also mean ordinary happiness.

One entry caught Geralt's attention: Robert had been laid off by Beautiful Auto Sales Company in Phoenix City a year ago. Yet according to Melinda, Robert had quit his job to start a business half a year ago.

After he quit, bank records showed that a payment was transferred into Robert's account every month, roughly equal to his previous salary.

The company sending the money was a shell company. No one knew who was behind it.

It might not have been impossible to investigate, but that price would not be 1,000 Beli. It would cost extra.

For 1,000 Beli, Joseph had done a pretty conscientious job getting this much.

Geralt highlighted "Robert."

He had been on guard the whole time.

A sneak attack? No chance!

...Geralt grabbed Robert's wrist, his gaze falling on the dagger.

Good lord, the back of the blade was serrated,