Chapter 21: Divine Partner Part 2

  After Mr. Magician managed to make the large hysterical meercat Officer Williamsson calm down, the goddess stopped laughing and started speaking with a calm and ethereal tone.

  “I have decided to help you. Think of me as your divine partner in this commission.”

  “I see, thank you, goddess of the silver moon.”

  Mr. Magician whispered so only he and the goddess would hear, thanking her for personally aiding him on this commission. He was about to think that she probably was simply bored, but he stopped his thoughts in fear that she would be able to hear.

  “Just call me by My Lady. I prefer to not put on airs such as the other gods.”

  Mr. Magician nodded as he bowed slightly, Officer Williamsson didn’t notice. After walking three streets away from the detective agency, the bearded officer took out a paper slip and on it was large letters… Wanted, dead or alive?

  Mr. Magician read the words on the paper and noticed that it was a wanted poster with a sketched mugshot. Mr. Magician spoke in a whisper.

  “Why would a police officer commission a private investigator to help hunt down someone on a wanted poster? Shouldn’t he task a bounty hunter?”

  “He has his own motives outside the commission, more than that I cannot say.”

  The goddess’s voice sounded disinterested. Mr. Magician felt that taking on this commission would be completely useless to the silver moon.

  He started thinking of the possible reasons why the goddess wanted him to take the commission. He tested his hypothesis by asking in a low tone, one only he and a divine being could hear.

  “My Lady, is there something special about this man? Do you need me to investigate him or someone around him?”

  As if caught by surprise, the goddess didn’t answer instantly. Mr. Magician thought that it was something either dangerous or secret that it was best that he didn’t know until an ethereal voice enveloped his ears.

  “No, I simply wanted you out of the building.”

  Mr. Magician felt embarrassed… Am I getting too arrogant? Or am I simply too ignorant compared to the rest? Something special doesn’t have to happen each day, calm down Magician!

  Mr. Magician sighed inwardly with a tint of disappointment.

  “I saw a vision where you would gain something that would be of great help to you in the future.”

  Mr. Magician looked up into the sky with surprise, as if the goddess was sitting up there, watching him from afar. He heard a giggle as the ethereal voice entered his ears once again.

  “I’m not there.”

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  Another round of embarrassing emotions washed over Shade, though this time the embarrassment felt warm and kind, as if he got teased by Evangelin.

  “I think we are here!”

  Officer Williamsson looked at a two story brick building by the edge of the street. He shifted his gaze to Mr. Magician and decided to take out his baton.

  This made Mr. Magician suspicious, he thought that they would be investigating the whereabouts of the person on the wanted poster.

  He had already profiled him… Nickname: Fury. Multiple small scars on his face, black hair, and large build. Most likely used to fights and not afraid to kill.

  However, now it looked like the two of them was about to arrest Fury.

  “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

  “This meercat is out of his mind…”

  Mr. Magician and his goddess muttered for themselves. From Mr. Magician’s point of view, he was about to get into a fight to arrest a man without any prior knowledge or preparation.

  From the goddess’s point of view, she had just sent her unprepared follower on a commission where he will have to fight which isn’t his specialty.

  “Well, he is probably a normal human. Mystics are rather rare in the mundane world. As long as you don’t search for them, you will probably only meet one or two in your lifetime without knowing.”

  In a bid to cheer up her follower and at the same time calm herself, the goddess spoke with conviction in her voice.

  Mr. Magician took a quick peek at the wanted poster that Officer Williamsson tried to stuff in his pants. His eyes widened and decided to retort the goddess’s previous statement.

  “My Lady, I saw three zeros on that bounty poster…”

  The goddess didn’t respond, she simply sighed. A bounty a little above 100 pounds mean that there is a slight chance that the person on the bounty has a spirit characteristic in some form.

  Either as an artefact or a contract. Usually, criminals with this amount to their names only have one or two characteristics. Even if

  Mr. Magician were to meet one of these people, he wouldn’t be in too much danger as he had a revolver hidden within his suit jacket.

  Mystics at this level are not too different to normal humans but with some extra tricks up their sleeves. Simply carrying a gun would level the playing field.

  And physically, Mr. Magician was stronger, all contracted characteristics grants physical enhancement though this was still somewhat lacking compared to other mystics at his level.

  And he had an artefact. If needed, Mr. Magician could easily flee and disappear from the sight of a mystic at a similar level as him.

  But someone with a bounty of 1.000 pounds is another story. This was someone on the same level as a mystic from the main churches. While not a powerhouse and far from being a saint, they were still much stronger than Mr. Magician.

  A gun will practically be useless in this case without the support of combat oriented characteristics. Mr. Magician clasped his hands together and quietly prayed.

  “Lady Silver, I ask for your protection and luck in my endeavours.”

  The goddess heard Mr. Magician’s prayer but didn’t respond. As Mr. Magician and the excited meercat walked into the building, they saw that it was completely destroyed on the inside.

  Glass bottles laid scattered on the floor along with paper and food containers.

  Mr. Magician looked around as he pulled out the revolver hidden within his suit… Pie from the bakery closest to the agency, can’t say that the criminal has bad taste in food.

  Mr. Magician tried his best to joke even in this situation.

  “I think he is on the second floor!”

  The hysterical meercat spoke loudly. Mr. Magician’s face contorted as he looked at the large, bearded police lieutenant in front of him.

  A short moment passed and the sound of a giant walking down creaky stairs, creeping ever closer, could be heard.

  “Shade, don’t shoot that meercat.”

  “I wasn’t planning to, but I do admit that I want to, my Lady.”

  As the two partners exchange words, the bearded meercat understood what he had done wrong.

  Unable to move because of freight, Officer Williamsson stood with his baton out and looked towards the stairs.

  Mr. Magician moved to hide himself. He hid behind a wall that would allow him to shoot the criminal, Fury, as he stepped off the stairs. He aimed his gun at head height and put his finger on the trigger.

  Step after step, Mr. Magician could hear the criminal descend the stairs in a slow and rather ominous manner.