With nothing much to do in the afternoon, Benjamin went to the boxing gym on Second Avenue in Hatton.
He found a private room without video recording and began training.
He possessed immense strength, but hadn't yet mastered proper form of power generation, and this was finally his chance to begin working out.
During his training, the detective sent him a report about the wooden house.
One image caught Benjamin's attention.
It was a black-and-white sketch, torn at one corner and stained with blood.
The drawing depicted a young American with regular features, a slightly thin face, and naturally grown hair that covered his eyebrows, exuding a sense of decadence.
He bore a striking resemblance to his predecessor, the nerdy guy from his past life.
Benjamin was astonished that, despite his brief encounter with her, this woman had managed to recreate his appearance from a single moment of memory. He was sure he shouldn't underestimate anyone.
Fortunately, the woman was now dead. And this photograph meant she had no chance of survival.
After burning the photograph, Benjamin continued his training.
By evening, Benjamin had returned and was closing the shop.
"Boss, are you still hiring tomorrow? We have a day off."
The three little girls asked excitedly, each holding 400 pounds, marveling at how easy it was to make money.
"Yes, come at 9 a.m. tomorrow."
Although Kirsty was moving to Hatton tomorrow morning, she probably wouldn't be looking for work immediately.
After tidying everything up that night, carefully reviewing the detectives' intelligence, and refining his plan, Benjamin went to sleep.
The next morning.
"Dad."
"Hasn't the moving company's truck arrived yet? I'm going out to look for work."
Kirsty's striking features, with brown curly hair cascading over her shoulders, a white shirt under a brown leather jacket, made her look beautiful and somewhat spirited.
The residents of Hatton were already busy at work, and the number of pedestrians on the streets dwindled rapidly.
Only a few women, children, and elderly people strolled slowly on the streets.
Kirsty strolled aimlessly along No. 1 Avenue, looking around listlessly.
The surrounding restaurants and clothing stores were still closed at this hour.
Having just moved to Hatton, she had quickly found a small rental, at least her own private space.
Her father's wooden house was large enough, but she disliked her stepmother, which was why she was in such a hurry to move out.
But her father didn't want her to move out alone, she needed to find a job quickly to cover the £500 rent.
After browsing for half an hour, she finally spotted her target.
Outside a pet shop called "Fat Cat," a job advertisement hung, reading: "Female animal caretaker wanted, must love animals, £2000 per week."
Kirsty approached the shop.
Next to the entrance sat a young man exuding an artistic air.
He wore a black trench coat, open to reveal a white casual shirt underneath, the fabric fluttering. He wore clean, straight black trousers, tall and slender, with tousled hair falling across his forehead.
He sat casually in the chair, seemingly lost in thought. His wrinkled trench coat, spread out on the chair, didn't appear disheveled, but rather gave off a carefree vibe.
Kirsty recognized him immediately.
Dean Miranda, the artist hailed as one of the most accomplished young artists, who had been featured in the newspapers for days.
She wanted to greet him, but Dean's aura made her feel somewhat intimidated.
She thought it was better to focus on the job application first, so Kirsty walked nervously towards the shop entrance, peering inside.
The owner was offering such a high weekly wage, yet was still hiring. She couldn't imagine how strict and demanding requirements here would be.
But for the sake of rent, she decided she could tolerate any abnormal work requirements.
Unexpectedly, there were only three little girls playing with the cats and dogs in the shop; she didn't see anyone else.
"Hi, little girls, hello! Do you know where the owner is?"
Kirsty waved and asked softly.
"Huh?"
The three playful girls turned around simultaneously; they hadn't heard her clearly.
Was she looking for the owner? Wasn't the owner sitting right next to her?
"Hello, this is me. How can I help you, beautiful lady?"
Benjamin recognized Kirsty the moment she arrived.
The girl he had been waiting for had finally arrived!
This wasn't just because she was the female lead; it was also because she would later become the High Priestess of Hell, the second-in-command of the entire Hell.
And she is still a high priest who retains human memories, but now she is just an ordinary girl, in the stage where it is easiest to make friends.
What is Benjamin now? He's an escaped cursed disciple from hell, a prisoner.
He absolutely can't miss this opportunity to befriend a girl who's practically the warden of hell!
Just like friendships formed during school days, forging a bond won't do him any harm in the future!
At the same time, a notification appeared in his mind:
[Contact with a main character in the plot, plot rating increased]
Benjamin finally understood how the girl in the baseball cap had determined Frank's identity.
"Ah!"
Kirsty mimicked the girls' actions, looking at Benjamin in surprise.
"Excuse me, are you Dean Miranda, the most famous artist of the younger generation?"
"You…"
Her mind simply couldn't understand why the renowned Dean Miranda would own a pet shop in Hatton.
"Yes, I'm just here in Hatton for a vacation. This shop is also one of my investments; the manager just resigned, so I'm keeping an eye on it for a few days."
Benjamin explained with a smile.
"It really is you! I've seen you in the newspaper, that…"
At this time, Kirsty was still an innocent girl.
Suddenly, she didn't want to talk about the job application anymore; she just wanted to get to know Benjamin.
But thinking about the rent, the girl matured a bit in that instant.
"Um, I saw the job posting. Are you still hiring? I really need this job!"
"I'm not afraid of hard work. I just moved here and rented a place. My father…"
Kirsty was like a valve opened; she just wanted to spill everything out.
"Start work tomorrow," Benjamin interrupted Kirsty.
"Huh?"
Kirsty hadn't expected to get the job so easily.
"What 'ah'? This store has a new, unique rule: No 'ah'."
"Ah… I mean, thank you, boss."
Kirsty quickly covered her mouth, saying happily, while also letting go of her worries about the difficulty of the job.
"We need to hire people anyway, so let's go with the job posting. 2000 pounds a week, okay?"
"This…this is too much!"
"If I think it's worth it, fine. You said you just moved to Hatton, so I'll give you a week's salary in advance."
Benjamin pulled out a wad of bills and handed them to Kirsty.
Looking at Kirsty's happy face, and thinking about how this girl would spend her life fighting against those monsters of Hell's cenobites,
and ultimately become the new High Priestess of Hell, controlled by Leviathan, Benjamin couldn't help but feel a pang of regret and heartache.
But he had no power to change anything; instead, he had to find a way to attach himself to this figure who would be very powerful in the future.
Kirsty accepted the money shyly; she really needed it now.
"Hatton is a beautiful town, with many beautiful sights and places. You don't have to work today, would you like me to be your guide and show you around?"
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"
Kirsty's eyes were filled with anticipation. As for the boy from her father's decorating company colleague's family, she had already forgotten about his invitation that afternoon.
"No, I came here for a vacation too."
Benjamin took Kirsty on a wonderful tour of the beautiful town of Hatton.