The next morning,
Ronald said goodbye to Mrs. Hudson and left the lodging apartnt where he lived.
What was different today was that he didn’t take the "Coastline Daily" from the mailbox at the door.
To be honest—
In the entire Berenwich, aside from the local governor’s office building "Beren Mansion."
The most tily and accurate information probably belonged to the headquarters of the investigative bureau.
Except for those secret files directly delivered to the hands of top officials at the bureau classified as mysterious events, a sample of every newspaper issued that day would be sent to the front desk of the investigative bureau.
However, for the investigative bureau,
These were of only general reference value.
Usually, within three days, soone would gather these newspapers and send them to be stored in the neighboring police station’s archive.
For Ronald, he thought this was bad news.
The news industry in Berenwich was just average; he could finish reading all the newspapers from the entire day in about two hours, which wasn’t enough to cover a whole day’s work.
Click—
He closed the apartnt’s main door and stepped out onto the street.
Looking at the scenery on the street outside, Ronald was montarily stunned.
He hadn’t noticed it when he got up this morning.
At that mont, small flecks of white were falling from the sky, moistening the dust-covered ground of Berenwich.
The entire street seed as if it had been refreshed by a light rain.
Among the pedestrians walking outside with Ronald, so were like him, alone and running onto the street, letting the snowflakes land on their shoulders; others, more cautious about the weather, held umbrellas and walked thodically by the road.
"It’s snowing..."
Ronald murmured, then stretched out his hand beyond the eaves of the apartnt door.
The tiny, fine snowflakes chilled his skin and quickly lted into droplets, leaving slight stains.
This was his first snow experience in another world.
Though not heavy, it had a bit of a fresh twist.
"..."
Lost in thought for a mont, Ronald silently realized sothing.
His original artifact was ineffective.
"Rain Mist Divine Hamr" was really only capable of preventing rainwater.
It didn’t help with snow!
"..."
Resignedly shaking his head, the price of his coat flashed through Ronald’s mind.
Without hesitation, he turned back into the apartnt, grabbed an umbrella near the porch, and was ready to go out.
Before closing the door behind him, Ronald looked back as if rembering sothing and called out,
"Mrs. Hudson, it’s snowing outside!"
"Okay, I know."
The landlady’s voice ca imdiately, and she didn’t forget to offer Ronald sothing,
"Mr. Ronald, would you like to have so hot soup before you go?"
"Thank you, but no need."
Politely replying to her, Ronald closed the door and left the apartnt.
With an umbrella overhead, he walked on the street, unable to hear or feel the snowflakes touching the umbrella, despite slowly accumulating lted droplets hardly dripping down in front of him.
Walking in the light snow, for so reason,
Ronald’s thoughts began to drift.
Over the past month, he had learned quite a bit about this world.
His country, Greed, was not only a coastal nation but also located in the mid-latitudes of the northern hemisphere.
After a while, as weather beca much colder—
In the northern coastal city of Grid, one might still see the sea freezing over after the onset of winter.
Ronald strolled leisurely through the streets alone.
Around him, ordinary citizens of Berengwich busied themselves or lazed about.
After an hour had passed, he arrived at the entrance to the Investigation Bureau.
The situation here was exactly the sa as when he had left the night before.
Protected by a spell that repelled loiterers, there were no traces of ordinary people near the Investigation Bureau. Everything was quiet and stable, as if a night’s ti couldn’t bring about any change at all.
Ascending the steps, Ronald opened the door of the Investigation Bureau.
"Good morning!"
A shout belonging to a young girl rang out at the reception.
As soon as the sound of the door opening reached the lobby, Nicole, who had been lying on the bed behind the reception, suddenly jumped up.
Upon seeing that it was Ronald entering through the door,
the expression of the young investigator girl collapsed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It’s you, Ronald."
"Yes, I’m here for work."
Casually placing his umbrella in the umbrella stand next to the door, Ronald shook off his coat before walking towards the reception.
"Miss Nicole, how was your rest last night?"
"Well~~"
Nicole covered her mouth, lazily yawned, and then stretching, she replied to Ronald:
"Extrely comfy."
"The hall of the Investigation Bureau is a hundred tis warr than my damn rental room, and there’s also no weirdos suddenly jumping out to try and kill ."
"Right!"
At this point, Nicole seed to suddenly rember sothing, bent over, and took out a cup and toothbrush from under the reception counter.
"Wait for a mont, Ronald."
"I’m going to the washroom at the back to freshen up, and I’ll be right back."
As soon as she finished speaking, the young investigator girl ran to the back without waiting for Ronald’s response.
This girl...
She really brought a lot of stuff.
Shaking his head, Ronald walked to the back of the reception and also sat on the bed.
As he rested his palm on the bedding, the warmth of the quilts passed the girl’s warmth from the previous night to his palm.
Feeling like a fish sizzling on a hot pan, Ronald hurriedly jumped up.
He picked up the "Coastline Daily," the "Grid Tis," and the "New Factory Daily" from the nearby rack, and flattening out the pages of the "Coastline Daily," he began to read calmly:
"[White Feather Road gas pipe explosion, city officials are urgently repairing, pedestrians advised to detour!]"
"[Golden Theater stocks fire, losses currently unclear, plans to close for a week!]"
"[The warden states that punitive asures will be taken against offenders captured since the onset of winter.]"
"[To thank the citizens for their enthusiastic participation, the Virginia Private Collection Exhibition will be held again during next year’s Double Moon!]"
...
"Ah—"
Ronald sighed and shook his head slightly.
In just a few days, the news on this column had shifted from joyful announcents to frequent incidents.
From this content, one could see that the mysterious event that affected the entire city three days ago was still fernting its subsequent impacts.
The Investigation Bureau had already sent people to handle the most noticeable issues, like the ones at Berengwich train station, right from the start.
But even so, it wasn’t possible for them to truly fix everything.
Not to ntion so of the more concealed incidents which they haven’t had ti to investigate yet.
The Investigation Bureau was really short-staffed.
In this world, uncontrolled mystical powers can be more troubleso than a terrorist attack...
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