Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 82: Field Assignment

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Field Assignment

Nicole and Ronald had chatted for a while.

Mrs. Mapple took the certification documents out of the drawer, signed them, and then Ronald pressed his fingerprint.

"All right, Ronald."

"Your front desk duty is over now."

"From now on, you are an auxiliary patrol member of the Investigation Bureau."

The term ’auxiliary police’ flashed through Ronald’s mind.

The new job had a bit of that implication.

Come to think of it, wouldn’t the title suit the assistants of the mysterious secret police as well?

"No problem."

Without waiting for Ronald to respond, Nicole nodded at Mrs. Mapple on his behalf.

Taking an archive bag from Mrs. Mapple’s hands, the investigator girl then looked towards Ronald.

"Let’s go, junior."

"Today is your first day at work, and as your senior, I will guide you properly."

Ronald smiled:

"I will be looking forward to it then."

The two said goodbye to Mrs. Mapple and walked together from the second floor to the first floor.

Before leaving the lobby, Nicole suddenly stopped.

She looked back at the front desk, recalling something, then flipped back behind the counter and suddenly pulled out a brand-new wide-brimmed hat from the drawer where she stored her toothbrush and cup.

Pat pat pat—

She slapped the non-existent dust off the hat.

Like a child craving praise from a parent, Nicole looked at Ronald while shaking the hat in her hand as she approached him.

"Ronald, what do you think of this hat?"

"I know you have clothes..."

"Hmm, your jacket really fits the style of our investigators, but you are missing a hat."

"I bought this one as a spare; I’ll give it to you!"

"Thank you."

Ronald wasn’t the type to be overly polite over such matters, and after a simple thanks, he took the hat from Nicole’s hands.

Holding the brand-new wide-brimmed hat in his hand, he remembered that all the investigators he had seen from Blenheim wore a similar dress, but it wasn’t the case for people from Springs.

Thinking this, he asked outright:

"Nicole, I noticed the people from Springs all dressed individually."

"Why do we at Blenheim all wear this uniform?"

Nicole paused for a moment, looking equally perplexed.

"Well..."

"Actually, I don’t understand it either; it’s just been this way since I joined Blenheim, and everyone dresses like this."

"Maybe it’s a secret police thing at Springs?"

"Alright."

Not prying any further, Ronald put on the hat to try it.

Although Nicole said it was bought as a spare, Ronald could tell it was a very new hat. Not only was there hardly a crease on the brim, but there wasn’t even a single hair inside.

Since it was specially purchased by Nicole.

So the hat was very suitable for investigator use.

Moreover, it had an inner string that could secure the hat in place, and once worn, it did not obstruct vision, cast a good shadow over the face, and was quite effective.

"Hehe!"

Just as Ronald and Nicole reached the door, about to leave,

a not-so-friendly voice came from behind them.

"So the real elite personnel work at the front desk, and you inexperienced newcomers get to handle the real cases?"

Looking back, two pale-faced guys emerged from the depths of the first floor of the investigation bureau.

Ronald recognized them.

They were two of the five people who had rushed from Springs to assist the Blenheim Investigation Bureau.

Seeing Ronald and Nicole stop in their tracks, the man who spoke continued his high-pitched mockery:

"It’s no wonder the Blenheim Investigation Bureau has been declining daily over the years with this kind of event handling method."

However, in response to their provocation, the two did not reply directly.

Nicole first smiled and sized up Ronald, who was wearing a hat, then spoke as they walked outside:

"From today onwards, you’re a front-line member just like me."

"Escaping that dull routine of front desk work."

"You must be really happy, Ronald."

Ronald nodded with a smile:

"Yes, quite happy indeed."

As they chatted and laughed, the two left the investigation bureau without saying a word to the two guys from Springs.

However, it could be guessed by their conversation, those two’s faces must have looked unpleasant.

Nicole and Ronald, still within the protective range of the expulsion spell, arrived at the side of Long Beach Street.

Looking at the young female investigator next to him, Ronald spoke first:

"Nicole, where do we start our work today?"

"First, we head to 37 Ron Avenue; we have a lot of work today."

Opening her file bag to check the documents, Nicole continued:

"In addition to investigating each suspected mysterious event one by one, it’s best we handle emergencies as soon as they occur if they do arise."

"By the way!"

"Ronald, are you hungry? Should we go grab something to eat?"

Ronald replied immediately:

"I had breakfast before I left."

"Alright."

Nicole nodded in confirmation and continued:

"Just a heads-up, we usually don’t ride carriages when we’re out on fieldwork."

"The drivers often gather together making a racket, and if we can walk, it’s best we do. Occasionally, their intercommunications can lead to unexpected incidents. In past records, there were even cases where this caused a great deal of trouble."

"Understand?"

"Of course."

Ronald nodded his head, naturally agreeing.

This acknowledgment of such issues also indicated that the investigation bureau’s people had already developed numerous useful habits through years of work.

This constant attention to detail was also something he now needed to learn.

On a winter morning in Blenheim, the people on the streets were still relatively leisurely.

The sun had just risen, and most of the people had not yet started their day’s work.

However, when Ronald and Nicole left Long Beach Street and came to Ron Avenue, designated in their task.

The situation began to change.

The pedestrians on the streets shifted from being primarily concerned about respectable attire to workers dressed for movement and warmth.

Some of these workers manually carried boxes, moving goods back and forth, while others wheeled carts to help transport items. The bustling workers moved energetically up and down the street.

Occasional gaps between street-side houses revealed makeshift vegetable markets set up by vendors, and places like pubs and gambling houses were all present.

Ron Avenue was just such a place.

In Blenheim, even though tourism was the city’s primary atmosphere,

there was never a lack of typical urban district scenes in human society.

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