“Archmage Nelson, have you noticed that the energy inside this shop is significantly denser than outside?”
Bryant sat in the bookstore and showed no signs of leaving.
Ultimately, the resurgence of energy in this world was all because of the Aura Field drawn by William on the desk, so naturally, the energy inside the bookstore would be denser than anywhere else.
Nelson, of course, could feel it, but he didn’t want people constantly disturbing William, so he replied indifferently, “Isn’t it the same as outside? Isn’t the density the same?”
Bryant shook his head, circled around the large desk on the first floor, and finally smacked his lips, “I think there might be something valuable underneath. Should we dig a bit?”
Nelson frowned, “We don’t have the shop owner’s permission.”
Bryant said, “The owner of this shop is the granddaughter of a good friend of mine. I’ll talk to her later. How about we close the door and dig a little to try? There might be something valuable underneath.”
Nelson asked doubtfully, “Isn’t this bookstore William’s?”
“He just works here.” Bryant didn’t really care much about William, just an ordinary person.
Even if he had some connections with Nelson and was even recruited by Zoey into the 13th Bureau, achieving anything notable as a Soulmancer at his age was basically out of the question.
“Still, we better not touch it.” Nelson couldn’t help but speculate secretly, if William just works here, then who exactly is the owner of this shop?
Or is it that Mr. Johnson is really just here to experience the life of an ordinary person?
Wes also circled around the table and finally, stroking his chin, said, “I too feel that the energy here is indeed denser than outside. It feels like there’s something buried underneath.”
After all, they were Soulmancers, able to sense the changes in energy, but they could never have imagined that the denseness of the energy in the bookstore was all because of the table right in front of them; after all, it looked too ordinary.
Nelson gritted his teeth and said, “We still can’t dig.”
How could he allow Bryant and the others to dig around in the bookstore?
William had entrusted him to look after the bookstore. If he let people dig a big hole under the bookstore, leaving the ground uneven while William was away, how would he explain it to William?
Bryant and Wes didn’t dare to say more.
Nelson, after all, was a high-level Soulmancer and a figure of authority. If he said they couldn’t dig, then they simply couldn’t.
Currently, a funeral was being held at Alice’s house, so she probably wouldn’t be able to come for the next few days. As Nelson said, without the shop owner’s permission, Bryant and the others didn’t dare to act recklessly.
However, Bryant believed that a person like Nelson, choosing to cut his hair and work here, was very likely because he had discovered something special about this place.
This made him even more certain that there were treasures underneath this bookstore.
As for Zoey, she had remained silent the whole time, not believing Nelson’s assertion that William wasn’t a Soulmancer.
She didn’t need to probe William further; it was enough that William had agreed to join the 13th Bureau. Teaching him how to harness the power of a Soulmancer and understanding his true level would naturally follow after one or two lessons.
Even if William wasn’t a Soulmancer, Zoey had decided to teach him.
After all, William gave her a peculiar feeling of familiarity, as if they had known each other for many years, perhaps even longer.
What was strangest was that they had only met a few times.
When William arrived at the shop, Nelson hurriedly greeted him with a smiling face, saying, “Mr. Johnson, you’re here?”
William nodded and smiled, saying, “Thank you for your hard work.”
Nelson quickly responded, “Not at all! It’s no trouble!”
William found Nelson’s behavior rather strange.
How could someone seeking divine power act so obsequious?
This moment inexplicably reminded William of a remarkable historical figure—William Shakespeare, the literary giant of the Elizabethan era.
His talent was extraordinary, his works diverse, ranging from tragedies to comedies, from historical to romantic plays, mastering all genres.
His sharp pen and profound depiction of human nature made him a giant in English and world literature.
Although his life was full of drama, his literary achievements were indisputable. His famous quote, “To be, or not to be: that is the question,” is still widely celebrated to this day.
“Nelson, don’t be too polite,” said William, feeling somewhat complicated inside. A character like Shakespeare was indeed rare, and who knew how many years it would take for another to appear.
Nelson also felt that his attitude could easily lead to speculation, so he nodded, adjusted his emotions, and thought it was time to reconsider his attitude towards William.
“William, come over here, Wes will explain the rules of the 13th Bureau to you,” Zoey beckoned William.
Once William came over, Wes looked at him, pondered for a moment, and took out a document from the briefcase he was carrying. “William, if you are sure about joining the 13th Bureau, please read the contract and sign it.”
“The 13th Bureau offers a monthly salary of $7,000, along with benefits such as health insurance, a 401(k) retirement plan, and paid leave. There is also the possibility of a bonus at the end of the year. On regular days, if there are no special assignments, the job is relatively relaxed, but once there is any unlawful activity by a Soulmancer, we must intervene immediately and be on call 24/7.”
A monthly salary of $7,000?
If William had just woken up and hadn’t worked as a waiter at a bar, he would probably think this job wasn’t bad.
But William could earn twenty thousand dollars in a few nights serving drinks at the bar, even accompanying Bella for a meal was a thousand dollars.
Zoey stared at William, saying, “You already promised me last night.”
Clearly, if William backed out now, Zoey was ready to enforce.
“Alright then.” It wasn’t that William was afraid of Zoey; he wasn’t likely to fear anyone. But the job did seem quite interesting, and he had already told Zoey he wasn’t a Soulmancer. So, he was to join the 13th Bureau as an ordinary person.
He was curious to see how, with him joining such a unit as an ordinary individual, Zoey planned to guide him into becoming a Soulmancer.
Being on call 24/7 was no issue; he didn’t have a car, couldn’t fly, and wasn’t particularly fast. If a Soulmancer committed a crime, at most, he would be observing from the sidelines, maybe even needing Zoey to “save” him. All this while drawing a monthly salary of $7,000.
Could anything be more amusing than this?．𝗻𝐞𝘁