"Not bad..."
Lorne sat on a sofa in the second-floor billiard room of the Bravehearts Bar, leafing through the information in his hands. Then he glanced up at Ian, who stood beside him looking a little nervous.
"You're very efficient."
"You're too kind."
Ian bowed slightly. He still wore that old coat washed pale with age, but it no longer looked quite so oversized or ill-fitting. The boy had grown considerably taller lately, and his scrawny body had filled out.
It seemed potions really did significantly improve a person's constitution. They even appeared to have the hidden effect of promoting growth in adolescents.
"It was mainly because the target you wanted me to find had fairly clear characteristics."
Ian reported on his investigation. "A postman willing to run through streets and alleys delivering piles of letters without even a stamp on them, letters nobody cares about-that's highly unusual behavior. Among postmen who would gladly walk two steps less just to earn another penny, he's practically an oddity. So, with a little effort, it was easy to narrow down a few targets."
Lorne said little about Ian's analysis, merely nodding. Then he leaned forward slightly, activated his Spirit Vision, and examined the boy carefully.
Through his Spirit Vision, Ian's spirituality appeared very stable, without any signs of madness or loss of control. His blood-red eyes, already unlike an ordinary person's, now seemed deeper and brighter than before, revealing the cunning and perceptiveness of a Lawyer.
It seemed the Lawyer pathway suited a quick-witted youngster like him quite well. Still, with those red eyes, the boy might genuinely have a trace of Vampire ancestry. Perhaps that pathway would suit him even better...
After pondering for a while, Lorne pulled his thoughts back and spoke.
"All right. You don't need to concern yourself