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🕑 Added 2025-08-23 07:14:48 +0000 UTCA simple priest... Or so I thought
Chapter 30 – Jericho
“That was quite a long trip, my waist is numb.” Father Doung had taken some supplements to improve his physical performance.
Jonathan looked at the quiet town and murmured, “If it weren’t for the recent murders, I’d think this place is perfect for retirement. I like its climate.”
“I don’t think this is a place I’ll retire to…”
“Do you plan on dying at work?”
“For God’s sake, no. We’re not in a fantasy world to think that way. Maybe I’ll become a farmer.”
Only then did Jonathan realize that everyone focuses on the things they want at some point in their lives.
Life is only one; if you don’t do what you want, you might not get another chance to face it.
“I’m going to buy a shake. Wait here.” Jonathan walked to a restaurant where he found many people, all eating in silence, trying to draw as little attention as possible to him, the apparently outside detective sent to the town.
Jonathan’s gaze wandered over the people, moving along until he reached the boy serving the customers.
“You must be new here,” said an elderly man who looked at Jonathan with great interest.
“That’s correct. Do you come here often?” Jonathan smiled slightly as he paid attention to the elderly man, who could be a valuable source of information.
“Only occasionally. Hey, I have a question—are you here because of the murders?”
“I can’t answer that.” Jonathan wasn’t willing to; he didn’t want rumors spreading across the town when he needed things to settle down.
“I understand. I was a detective too. If they’ve sent so many of you here, I hope the country is paying the attention you need.” The elderly man walked to the display case and ordered a milk pastry.
Jonathan stopped talking with him. For some reason, he knew he would reveal too much if he didn’t separate himself from the man.
Well, that made it clear—there are incredible people everywhere.
“Welcome, what would you like to order today?”
Jonathan’s attention shifted to the barista named Tyler. He smiled slightly and said, “A cold coffee, please, with plenty of sugar.”
“Understood. I won’t take long.” Tyler responded as he began preparing the drink.
Of course, there was a reason Jonathan was here, aside from simply ordering a cold coffee out of patience.
The Weathervane was founded in 1975, as shown on the red aprons of its baristas and waiters.
The café was quite popular among locals and Nevermore students, since there were only a few other places where townspeople would go in the city.
If there was a supernatural killer in this place, it had most likely been here.
“Is this place usually quiet?”
“From Monday to Friday, it’s calm, but on weekends we get a lot more activity, so I’d recommend considering it if student noise bothers you.” Tyler smiled nervously. He didn’t know why, but Jonathan’s presence was making him very anxious.
Jonathan nodded slightly, handed over a hundred-dollar bill, and after taking his coffee, said, “Keep the change.”
“Huh? Thank you for your purchase!” Tyler didn’t have time to respond properly to Jonathan as he wasn’t nearby by then.
He recognized this boy. Things were the same as he was familiar with, which would help him a lot.
