Chapter 19: Police Officer Williamsson

  Tuesday came and went, Mr. Magician did nothing special as it was the day he learned to do the work Olivia and Andrew did. He spent the rest of the day and the morning after training.

  After training, he headed for the front desk when he was suddenly stopped by Ms. Astral. She had just returned back from her detective work and asked if Mr. Magician had drunk any of the blood vials stored in the medical room.

  After saying that he hadn’t drunk any more blood since last time,

  Ms. Astral told him to do it, if not, she would force it into his mouth again.

  After reluctantly agreeing to drinking the blood when he was feeling his madness flair up again, he bade her farewell. Walking up the stone stairs, Mr. Magician reached the front desk and saw a police officer walk through the front door.

  “Greetings! I am officer Williamsson. Are you a detective here?”

  An interesting start to a conversation. If a police officer walks into a detective agency, the conversation would often times be rather cold. No, greetings, no names, no questions except for asking if there were any detectives available.

  The police would often simply say which police department they belong to and hand over a bag of files and then walk out. Mr. Magician made his best service smile and answered the somewhat well rounded police officer in front of him.

  “Yes, I am the new detective. I am currently manning the front desk because of a lack of employees.”

  With a surprised look, officer Williamsson looked at the young man up and down.

  “New detective? I see, that is perfect!”

  The police officer patted his large stomach as he laughed loudly. After calming down, the officer cleared his throat and spoke with a well-rehearsed tone.

  “As a great detective, and citizen of our great town, Aurel! How can you stand still when our poor fellow citizens get hurt and scared by the gangsters and criminals lining the town!”

  The fat police officer spoke with power and looked as if he was speaking on behalf of the king of a large country. Mr. Magician was caught by surprise, but he kept smiling.

  Andrew was working in the office, he decided to peak out his head shortly to see the source of the loud voice that could be heard by everyone in the building.

  If it wasn’t for the compact stones lining the stairway, the mystics in the temple would be able to hear the officer’s voice as well.

  “Now my friend! This city needs you! Together we will capture all the criminals in this city! Come with me. Our hunt for criminals starts today!”

  “No.”

  After listening to the well fed officer, Mr. Magician decided to give his short but direct answer. Officer Williamsson looked at

  Mr. Magician with a surprised and sad expression… He looks like a lost puppy, a rather large puppy.

  Mr. Magician thought for himself and then sighed as he had a duty to inform the large man in front of him about the reason why he can’t simply walk out and hunt criminals.

  “You need to send a commission directed to our agency if you need our detectives for something. The commission has to have the information of the case, a time limit in case the commission will turn out to take too long, and of course how much you are willing to pay.

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  After writing it all up into a contract, we as an agency will discuss if we are willing to take on the commission.”

  The police officer stayed quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Mr. Magician felt that something was off… Shouldn’t this officer already know this? Why did he come to Silver Moon without basic knowledge of our agency?

  Mr. Magician looked closely at the police officer in front of him… A lieutenant?

  The first police officer Mr. Magician met was a lieutenant, but from what he understood and what had been told to him, Mr. Magician could guess that that specific police officer knew of mystics.

  Even within the police, knowledge of the mystical world was top secret and the number of people that knew were only a handful in every city.

  After looking at the officer’s rank insignia, Mr. Magician’s eyes landed on a certain pin on the officer’s uniform.

  A burning red phoenix was lodged into the round police officer’s uniform… A pin from the church of fire and flame? Why is one of their officers asking us for help?

  The police is a melting pot of believers of different churches. Depending on which god one believed in, a police officer will be put in the department with the most connection to that respective church.

  At the size of a city such as Aurel, there exist one small team of mystics within the police that deal with any supernatural phenomenon brought to them. Whenever that team of mystics has their hands full, they hand cases over to the churches or sects that are nearby.

  All police departments in the city share only one team of mystics, but they are rather weak compared to the mystics within the churches or sects.

  Mr. Magician eyes scrutinized the police officer in front of him at an even greater detail. He felt as if he was walking into a trap… The believers of Fire and Flame prefer working alone or with other believers of the same church. Why has one of their believers come to the silver moon?

  Mr. Magician had no way to get more information out of the man in front of him without divination or by asking…What should I do?

  Mr. Magician remained quiet for a moment before he suddenly had an idea… It is apparent that he needs the aid of a detective or mystic, most likely for a case. If he simply needed a good detective then there is no shortage of them within the police force, there would be no reason to outsource the detective.

  As he continued to think and organize his thoughts, Mr. Magician kept his eyes strained on Officer Williamsson… However, if he needs a mystic, then there is only one team in the police force, and most churches and sects have their hands full at the moment. Or is there something I haven’t accounted for?

  Mr. Magician felt his head throb from all of the thinking he had done. Shade was incredibly studious while in school and he had a rather high intellectual prowess for someone of his background, but this was the first time he had thought of matters such as this.

  He was much more used to mathematics than inferring someone’s motive. With nothing else to work with, Mr. Magician decided to confirm whether the police officer’s commission will be dangerous or not.

  All of his preparation was done, what he needed to do now was simple, he brought out a coin and proclaimed loudly.

  “Heads I help you, tails I don’t!”

  Officer Williamsson looked at the coin and nodded his head up and down at such a tremendous speed and force that his whole body wobbled.

  Unknown to the police officer, Mr. Magician had used an illusion to hide what he was doing with his right hand. He had written down a divination statement seven times and made it clear which side of the coin represented what.

  The divination statement asked the question if he should or shouldn’t take the commission… If the coin says that I should take the commission, then I will simply make it into a contract and head down and hand it to Ms. Astral. If it says that I shouldn’t take the commission though, I will simply say that luck wasn’t on his side.

  Mr. Magician had already planned ahead. The divination statement was rather ambiguous, and it didn’t result in a completely trustworthy answer.

  If he received the clue that he should take the commission, then handing the commission over to a more powerful and experienced mystic was the right choice.

  The divination statement couldn’t be made too complicated, therefore Mr. Magician opted for knowing if the commission would be good to take on, he didn’t specify who would take the commission nor ask how dangerous it would be.

  Having a more powerful mystic on the case would be much better than him with close to zero combat abilities tackling it with someone that looked like he would accidentally eat the plate in a buffet.

  However, if Mr. Magician received the opposite clue then there would be too many possible answers to why he shouldn’t take it. There was no guarantee that he would get a vision of why he shouldn’t take it.

  After he tossed the coin into the air, it fell down with a glimmer of silver light enveloping it. Just as it was about to land in his hand, a strong wind blew and sent the coin into the wall.

  The police officer did his best to catch his hat as it was blown off his head while trying to not trip himself.

  All this while Mr. Magician looked at the coin that was now lodged into the wall while his thoughts were tainted with fear… A divine intervention?