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Alchemists And Artifacts

This is a story about an ordinary guy going through life while working as a leader of his information gathering agency in the world where people who can use magic is called Alchemist and powerful items called Artifacts exist.

FurballCat · Fantasía
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Chapter 11: Sleepless Night

By the time we arrived at my agency the moon almost already on the other side of the Earth. Dawn is near. Zzzz..... zzzz..... This woman really can sleep anywhere she wanted. What a tough nut. I knocked on the door. Knock! knock! knock! knock! The door slowly opened. There was Alex in his pajamas rubbing his eyes while yawning.

"Oh it's you sir. I don't expect for you to be back so early sir. I thought you would be enjoying your night there."

"What do you mean 'enjoying my night there' ? I have work WE have work. No time to enjoy that kind of thing."

"You should laid back once in awhile sir. Anyway who is that."

Alex pointed at my back.

"Ahh this is Madam Maria. We are supposed to be back here earlier but got caught in some stupid trap Artifact."

Alex lower jaw hung low almost immediately.

"M-M-Madam Maria!!!!'

"Be quiet you prick. You are going to wake up the young kids."

"S-S-Sir what sort of crime have you done. We can still give our head to the Witch Whisper."

"Oh, please don't speak nonsense Alex. She is the one who wants to come here. Come, show me an empty room. My arm and leg hurts. Put all the information gathered by the kids on my table."

After I got rid of the heavy baggage on my back, I went to my office and started sorting out the information. I skimmed through rumors and read thoroughly on any sighting of them. I divide between nonrelevant and relevant information. Then trustable and not trustable information. I divided the information further from weak information to strong information. I need to know when they got here, how they escaped from the post, where was their post, which post they were under and why they came here.

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The room was calmingly quiet. The only sound that can be heard in the room are the sound of cricket, a person breathing, papers being flipped and turned and the sound of someone writing. The moonlight illuminate the dimly lit room. Dawn is near for the sleepless night of a lonely man.

Mountain of documents and the amount of coffee in his cup are slowly decreasing as the man continue his writing on the old wooden desk using a blue ballpoint pen. Rarely the man would exclaim as if he found something astonishing. The first rays of sunlight lit up the dimly lit room as the man stopped his works by putting his pen down after writing the last bit of information.

He lean on his chair as he exhale a long and heavy breath. The man is satisfied with his work. The bird chirping outside of his office is music to his ears. The man stood up from his chair and stroll around his office before calling his trustworthy(?) secretary.

"Alex!!"

"Yes sir."

"Properly filed these documents for me please and label it the demoted Politician case. Once you done filing it, make 5 copies of it and give one each to the big kids. Wait, make that 6 and keep one copy along with the original. Tell the big kids to read the file and try to reconfirm most of the information in it. Tell them to keep an eye on the illegal Alchemist. I'm going to sleep for five hours and tell anyone not to disturb me. Good night."

"May you have a well rested sleep sir."