Chapter 32: The First Encounter with a Certain Doctor

Chapter 32: The First Encounter with a Certain Doctor

Reverend Thompson looked at the address on the contract with confusion. He seemed to not understand the meaning behind the words.

Whether it was the tone of the person speaking or the meaning of the statement, he couldn't grasp it.

What is this...

A complete novice who doesn't even know the basic classification of Contractors, yet still puts on such an attitude... It's as if he has the qualifications to become a partner of the White Briar Thorn Security Company.

Well, it's not surprising. All those offspring from powerful families, sheltered under the influence of the Holy See, behave in the same manner. They believe that having a Pope in their family lineage or a few clergy members means they are blessed by the Holy Light.

Ignorant, arrogant, blind, and laughable, but there's nothing he can do about it.

Truly, there's nothing he can do. Reverend Thompson is just a priest. He isn't responsible for educating fools, and he certainly can't go against a recommendation letter personally written by a High Priest.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

He could only silently fold up the contract and casually put it into a drawer.

"Well..." Mrs. Murray, who was at the entrance, naturally heard the conversation and asked tentatively, "Shall we go with his plan?"

"Do as he wishes," Reverend Thompson said. "Go through the process."

"Understood," Mrs. Murray immediately replied.

She was quite satisfied with this outcome.

Because she had read Sherlock's recommendation letter... It stated that his contracted demon was merely a worm.

Although she wasn't a Contractor, as a receptionist, she had some knowledge of demon types. Worms, being low-level demons, were practically useless. If he were to carry out tasks, she would probably have to divert her attention to protect him. In case he stumbled or got his head bitten off by a demon accidentally, she would be held responsible.

So, regardless of whether this so-called detective just wanted to embellish his resume or if he actually had some skills, nobody expected him to go on missions. Even if he wanted to, no one would approve it.

So, if he was unwilling to comply with assignments, relatively speaking, it was a good thing.

"Mr. Holmes, please follow me," Mrs. Murray gestured, motioning him to come along. At this moment, she found Sherlock quite endearinga trouble-free idiot was much cuter than a troublesome one.

...

The subsequent process was straightforward. They familiarized Sherlock with the company's environment, explained the workflow, went over salary and bonus distributions, and introduced him to his new colleagues.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and finally understood why Mrs. Murray had said earlier that there wasn't a trace of military aura about the doctor.

It was because he was... too beautiful. Although his facial features were sharp, they emitted a unique "charming" charm. With his half-closed eyes, it felt as though he was sending flirtatious glances in every moment of eye contact.

Not only that, but his attire was also meticulously put togethera white shirt, a striped jacket, and a tie that perfectly matched the ensemble. The slight cinching at the waist made his figure sharp, and his slightly curled hair hung in front of his forehead, exuding a certain refined aristocratic air.

It was as if Mrs. Murray's presence influenced him, and Dr. John Watson also became quite polite. He smiled slightly and glanced at the man in front of him. "Ensuring the health of every colleague is my responsibility. Please come in."

He courteously made way, indicating for Sherlock to enter.

Mrs. Murray faced Sherlock. "Once the evaluation is done, you can leave. If there's any 'consultation' you mentioned that we need, we'll contact you... well, that's all."

After she finished speaking, she cast a final glance at Dr. John Watson's face.

She probably didn't understand why the Holy Light would grant such looks to a man. At the same time, she thought about her own taste in clothing and her sallow skin, revealing a tinge of regret and decline in her expression. However, she quickly concealed it. "Thank you for your help, Dr. Watson. I have to go back to work, so... goodbye."

"Goodbye," Watson politely bid farewell, his voice like a gentle breeze. Then he closed the door.

At this moment, Sherlock had already taken a seat in the chair opposite the desk. In the short amount of time he had, he glanced around and already understood Dr. John Watson's usual work demeanor.

Meticulous, focused, and precise. All the documents were neatly organized in the filing cabinet, and the desk was spot

less. On the side wall, there hung a portrait of Florence Nightingale, framed with a thin layer of glass, obviously to prevent it from gathering dust.

Everything seemed unremarkable...

The only thing worth noting was... in the corner of the desk in front of him, there was a thumbtack.

It was inconspicuous.

However, the tip of the thumbtack had slightly darkened in color.

That was a trace of oxidation caused by long-term contact with blood, something that would occur to metal.

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