I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"Those so-called loves, those women who appear glamorous but are actually full of evil, are not worth entrusting your true heart to."

After a sigh, he raised his head, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and there was a hint of cynicism in his voice:

"By comparison, the teachers in Covent Garden are more real."

"They are bad but they know it. At least they are skilled, caring, and have professional ethics. More importantly, they provide emotional value."

Scott raised his refilled glass, the amber liquid gleaming seductively in the candlelight:

"As long as you have gold coins, the experience and sense of achievement you get there are much better than a serious relationship."

"Because here, love can be measured with money. There is no deception, and everything has a clear price tag."

A sick mother, a gambling father, a younger brother who needs to go to school, and a broken self.

If I don’t help her, who will?

After listening to this speech full of decadent philosophy, Lucius couldn't help but feel a little absurd.

This person can actually talk about his own downfall so frankly, and his logic is quite self-consistent, like "a broken jar is broken".

"but......"

Lucius frowned slightly and pointed out the problem:

"Such a decadent lifestyle must require a lot of money to support, right?"

"Yes, that's the problem."

Scott nodded, his expression suddenly became serious, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He leaned his thin body back in the chair and sighed softly:

"I actually started out in high-class places like Argyle Hall and Lady Berkeley's."

“The champagne there is always the best vintage, and the ladies’ smiles are always so charming.”

"Unfortunately, this extravagant lifestyle quickly depleted my small treasury."

"Half of the money my family sends me every month goes to pay the servants and hush money so that my father doesn't know the truth about my situation."

"My friends are quite loyal and willing to keep this a secret."

He spread his hands and made a helpless gesture:

"But in this way, the remaining money is not enough for me to squander."

"So you chose to sell the apartment?"

Lucius glanced at Scott's palm. On his right middle finger, there was still a trace of a ring he had worn.

"It was just an act of desperation."

Scott nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Before that, I had already started my business as an information dealer."

"Casinos, clubs, and taverns are natural intelligence centers. All kinds of people meet here, and all kinds of information circulates."

At this point, a cunning light suddenly flashed in Scott's eyes, and his voice became more active:

"I took advantage of this and began collecting and selling all kinds of information, from business secrets to aristocratic gossip, from military intelligence to underground transactions. As long as someone was willing to pay, I could get the intelligence they wanted."

Lucius had to admit, this was a smart move.

Although Scott looks sloppy, he is obviously not as stupid as he appears.

“But obviously, you’re still not making enough to cover your expenses.”

Lucius tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips and said calmly:

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have been kicked out of the Rose House. Being an information dealer should be a very lucrative profession."

Scott shrugged helplessly, a carefree smile on his face:

"Who makes the girls of Rose House so charming?"

"Besides, I'd rather spend my time enjoying myself than on boring intelligence gathering."

"So besides being an information dealer, you don't have any other side jobs?"

Lucius checked the other party's data panel and asked in confusion:

"You are a legitimate fifth-level transcendent, a professional mage certified by the association."

"Going on a couple of quests with a team of adventurers is also a way to make money, isn't it?"

"That way, you won't be beaten and bullied by a group of ordinary people."

Hearing this, Scott suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. His laughter was filled with a bit of unbridled joy, as well as a bit of indescribable twisted pleasure:

"Haha, young lord, to be honest, I actually enjoy the feeling of being treated like a stray dog, someone who can kick me."

There was a sickly glint in his eyes, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth:

"The harder your daily life is, the more pleasure you will get when you seek pleasure."

Lucius:? ? ?

I am interesting and I love you.

There's no hope.

After a moment of silence, Scott's tone suddenly became low:

"Actually, I also know that if my father saw me like this, he would definitely be furious."

"But what can I do? Go back to the life I used to live in fear of betrayal?"

For a moment, there was a brief silence at the table.

Lucius didn't know how to evaluate this weirdo who was self-degrading but seemed to have his own logic.

Iveliya suddenly spoke, breaking the silence:

"I have a question I'm curious about. Since you said that in the clubhouse, love can be measured by money and there's no real emotion."

"Then why did that girl named Katie look so worried about you? She even tried to stop those people from kicking you out."

This question made Scott visibly stunned.

He put down the bread in his hand, his eyes drifted out the window, and he was silent for a moment.

"That woman..."

He finally spoke, but his tone suddenly became gentle, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly:

"She's just being silly."

After saying this, Scott immediately looked up, as if eager to change the subject:

"By the way, young lord, I still don't know why you are looking for me?"

He straightened his back and showed a confident smile:

"As a thank you for helping me pay off my debts and treating me to a meal, I can give you a discount on intelligence services."

"Discount?"

Ivylia looked at him in surprise and said in disbelief:

"Brother Lu has helped you so much, and you still want to charge?"

Scott wiped the corners of his mouth calmly, spread his hands, and looked as if it was a matter of course:

"My friend, favor is favor, and business is business. These are two different things."

"My intelligence is well-known, relying on professionalism and reliability."

"If I don't charge because of a personal relationship, where is my professional ethics?"

Iveliya: Damn it, how can you be so selfish?

Don’t you know that Brother Lu’s money is my money?

Just as Ivelia was about to explode, Lucius gently patted her arm, signaling her to calm down.

He looked at Scott with interest, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Scott, I find you very interesting."

Lucius smiled and nodded, then took out a small purse and placed it on the table.

"I accept your terms. As long as you can provide the information I want, I will naturally give you a satisfactory reward."

Scott was immediately cheered up when he heard this, and he puffed out his chest confidently:

"Don't worry, young lord. I'm absolutely professional when it comes to intelligence. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Lucius wanted to ask directly for clues about the Chaos Cult, but at this moment, a young woman walked in from the restaurant entrance and then walked towards the counter.

The woman was wearing simple work clothes, had a slightly pale complexion, and her brown hair was tied in a simple ponytail. She looked to be in her early twenties.

At this moment, Lucius' eyes lit up.

He recognized the woman—it was none other than the second victim of the Luminara River floating corpse case he had seen in the simulation!

If the simulated timeline is correct, the girl will be killed tomorrow night.

This is a godsend!

Lucius immediately changed his mind. He pointed at the woman and said to Scott:

"Let's test your business ability first."

"Did you see the girl who just came in? Can you tell me anything about her?"

Scott looked in the direction of Lucius's finger and immediately revealed a smug smile:

"Oh? The young lord is interested in that girl?"

He raised his eyebrows, with an expression of understanding:

"Isn't this test too easy? He's an old acquaintance of mine."

Scott cleared his throat and began to speak in an almost boastful tone:

"The girl's name is Mary. She's a waitress at the Leaky Cauldron in Covent Garden."

"She has been working there for over two years. She is a nice person, diligent, never causes trouble, and is very popular with customers."

He moved closer to Lucius and lowered his voice:

"She seems to have a boyfriend recently, so she gets off work earlier than before."

"I used to work until midnight, but now I leave soon after dark."

Scott's observations were obviously very detailed. He even began to tell Mary's date of birth and address. The accuracy of the details made Lucius look at him differently.

"Speaking of Mary, do you have any special experiences..."

Scott stroked his chin and recalled:

"The most noteworthy thing is probably the disaster I survived over a year ago."

"That night, there was a disturbance at the bar. Two groups of people got into a fight and even pulled knives."

"Mary was accidentally stabbed in the chest. Logically, the knife hit her heart and she should have died on the spot."

Scott's tone became exaggerated, like a storyteller:

"But strangely, she didn't die and even had the strength to run to the hospital for help."

"The doctor later discovered that Mary's heart was located on the right side, unlike most people's. That's why the knife didn't hit her vital part."

"The heart is on the right side?"

Lucius keenly captured this key information.

“Yes, it’s rare, but it does exist.”

Scott nodded, and thought hard for a long time, but couldn't think of anything, so he gave up and said: