Savior Simulator

The principal opened the drawer and rummaged through to find a business card that was very cheap in terms of material and printing process.

"Two months ago, Roger and Martin came back to visit me and said they were doing business together. They also gave me a business card and asked me to introduce customers to them."

"Mr. Principal, what kind of business are they doing? Is it already developed?" the boy asked curiously.

"Developed? I'm afraid it's difficult." The old principal shook his head and smiled bitterly, "These two whimsical naughty guys opened a detective agency together."

"Detective agency! This sounds interesting!" the boy asked excitedly, "Sir, isn't this a good business?"

"Whether the detective agency's business is successful or not depends on reputation and connections." The old man explained patiently, "If Roger and Martin were famous detectives or had connections in the police, many customers would come to them. It's a pity that these two idiots The guy at the head has neither fame nor connections, so business must not be easy. "

Sighing, the old principal handed the letter to the boy and gave him three copper coins as payment for running errands.

"Neo, please send this letter to the City Hunter Detective Agency at No. 13 Pipe Street. If Roger and Martin are not at home, ask the landlady to collect it for you."

"Okay, Mr. Principal!"

The boy took the letter and change, turned around and ran out.

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The scene changed, and a boy named Neo climbed up the creaking wooden stairs and arrived at the door of a room on the second floor.

This is the detective agency jointly run by Roger and Martin. There is a "City Hunter" sign on the door, claiming that they can provide consultation on any difficult questions.

Neo shrugged, a look of disapproval in his eyes.

Although he is young, he has a lot of experience.

We know that this kind of "cure all diseases" GG words, even if they are not scams, are at least very watery.

People who are truly capable should not brag about lies that are immediately obvious to be unreliable.

The boy knocked on the door.

Not long after, the door opened and a short, fat young man stood opposite.

When he opened the door, the short and fat young man's eyes were full of hope.

However, when he saw an unkempt boy standing opposite, who was obviously not a big customer, the fire in his eyes immediately extinguished and he yawned lazily.

"Kid, who are you looking for?"

"Is Mr. Wayne here? There's a letter for him here."

"Roger, your letter!" the pudgy young man turned around and shouted.

"I'm busy settling accounts, Martin. I trust you to get it for me."

"All right."

Martin Page reached out to take the letter and was about to turn around, but was held back by Neo.

"Dear Sir, have you forgotten something?"

The boy hinted with a smile.

Martin was stunned for a moment, looking embarrassed.

He dug in his pocket and found that there was only one copper in total.

"Here, here's a tip for you."

Neo took the copper coin, weighed it, clicked his tongue in his mouth, and then put the money back into Martin's hand.

"Poor brother, you are poorer than me! Since we are alumni, the tip will be ignored. You should keep the money for yourself to buy bread!"

After saying that, the boy turned around and ran down the stairs.

Martin held the copper coin in his hand, his fat face flushed with shame.

Returning to the house, he sat down in the armchair and sighed.

Opposite the desk, a fair and handsome young man sat, counting his books and counting money.

In front of the fireplace beside the desk, a hound lay dozing.

"Roger, I was despised by a kid just now."

"I heard it, Martin, this is embarrassing, but I have to admit that that kind little brother saved you half of your lunch." Rogge said with a wry smile.

"In other words, the total money we have for lunch today is only four copper coins, which is only enough to buy two pounds of black bread?"

"To be precise, it's the meal money for the two of us plus the hound."

"Oh God! If this continues, I will starve into a skeleton!"

Martin held his head and lamented.

Roger looked up at his friend, smiled and joked: "I don't think so, Martin, you can gain weight even if you only drink cold water."

Martin snorted angrily and put the letter on his desk.

"Roger, the name of the letter is Louis Quinn. Judging from the high-grade paper used in the envelope, this gentleman does not look like a poor friend of our class."

"Quinn? I have no impression of this last name at all." Rogge picked up the envelope and looked at it. "The font is very beautiful. He looks like a decent person."

"Hurry up and take it apart! Maybe it's your long-lost half-brother!" Martin said excitedly.

Rogge opened the envelope and quickly read the letter. He was speechless for a long time, his sapphire eyes alternately showing nostalgia and sentimentality.

"What did the letter say?" Martin asked impatiently.

"Bernie is dead."

"Huh? Who is Bernie?"

"The dog I had once was a long, long time ago."

"That Mr. Quinn wrote to you specifically to inform you of this little thing?" Martin was disappointed.

"Mr. Quinn happened to get some things I left in my former residence, and he also found out that the old house had a new owner, so he tried to write me a reply... I have to say that this letter was finally delivered to me. It’s really a wonderful fate.”

Rogge sighed with complicated emotions.

"I can only say that Mr. Quinn is very enthusiastic, but also very boring. No serious person has such leisure time." Martin said listlessly.

Rogge read the letter carefully again and said to himself: "From the handwriting and writing style, Louis Quinn should be a well-educated young gentleman."

"Hey! My friend, a young and well-educated gentleman must not be short of money!" Martin suddenly became excited again, "You should write back to him and try to please him skillfully. Maybe you can develop him into our client! Rich young masters also have troubles of all kinds. When it is inconvenient for them to show up, they also need reliable friends to help them deal with various trivial matters. Do you understand what I mean?"

Rogge smiled and said, "This is a good idea, Martin. Mr. Quinn is indeed a pen pal worth making. Maybe he will appreciate my Talent, hire me as his secretary!"

"And then?"

"Then I will move into a big house and never have to worry about food and clothing. As for you, my friend, stay in the detective agency and continue this promising business. Don't worry, I will support you, at least you won't go hungry."

"Bah! Are you satisfied with being a secretary for a rich young man? You don't even dare to think about farts!" Martin said disdainfully, "Why can't Mr. Quinn be Miss Quinn? It's much easier to just eat gigolo!"

"Forget this kind of daydream. It's an insult to intelligence to think about it."

Rogge picked up the quill pen and thought about how to reply to Mr. Quinn.