On the pitch-black Springs Street, Ronald was walking towards the apartment in the riverside district.
The considerable expense of ordering custom tools, the newly acquired spellcasting abilities...
These things would have affected his mood in the past.
But now they couldn't touch him at all.
While strolling along the embankment of the Wis River, Ronald rifled through his pocket and then took out an investigator's sigil.
"It's too intriguing..."
The sigil Ronald had from his time as a temp had naturally been returned upon his resignation, but this one, taken from a traitorous investigator, he had always kept with him.
From the patterns engraved upon it, this investigator's sigil differed from his temp one only in the spell inscribed.
The temp sigil contained a simple lie detector term.
Whereas the investigator's was a roll of numbers.
