Chapter 232: Each Side’s Righteousness (2) She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman

She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman

Chapter 232: Each Side’s Righteousness (2)

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That employer was the president of a trading company, which had been in collusion with nobles to smuggle in goods and make various shady deals, generating quite a lot of illegal revenue.

The detective had also been trying to look into those shady deals before being hired, but whenever any form of proof was found, by the time law enforcement arrived everything had been scrubbed clean and it was impossible to make an arrest. That was the type of money and connections he had.

It felt like he had an impenetrable shield of corruption, until there was one ray of light that made it through, the Phantom Detective Fuzzy Dices warning notice.

I have to admit that even as an old man, I was giddy beyond myself when I heard that the famous thief was targeting him.

It was clear that the detective also saw Fuzzy Dice as a hero of justice who always arrived to expose evil men.

Some days after the notice arrived, that corrupt merchant came to hire the detective, asking for the detective to keep his mansion safe from the thief, through every means necessary, even if it included lethal force.

To be honest I felt lost at first. I didnt want to be an accomplice to such a ruffian, but my curiosity was tingling too. I really wanted to know just who this thief everyone was talking about was.

After debating about it for an entire day, the detective finally agreed. In the end, his curiosity to see the thief won over his sense of morality. The allure of facing that thief was too strong, and he wanted to do that no matter what his public image would turn into.

So he did everything he could to be prepared against the attack, excited about his first encounter. But the result of that was a story he had already told before.

It was like the thief showed me just how far ahead of me he was. I did everything I could, but it was nowhere enough to stop Fuzzy Dice. Feeling that defeat only filled me with excitement though.

As an adventurer, he had only accepted requests he knew he could complete. As a detective, he had accepted almost anything, even incredibly reckless requests, and through failures and successes he had learned that overcoming a challenge was one of the most fulfilling feelings ever.

Experiencing failure from time to time made life much more rewarding than when he only had successes. And now he had encountered Fuzzy Dice, someone who seemed to be on a whole different plane of existence and defeated the detective with no effort at all.

That disastrous failure brought the detective immense joy.

Confronting strong opponents like that makes me feel like Im truly alive. This is something I could never accomplish during my entire life as an adventurer. And that kind of utter defeat brings forth a truly mystifying emotion too.

There were many times when failure meant death, especially on a battlefield. But after his first encounter with Fuzzy Dice, the detective woke up the next morning like nothing had happened. There was not a single scratch on him, and on none of the other guards that had been there that night.