Grace Lincoln's clothes got dirty during the tattooing and gu ritual, so Laura Grant prepared a white dress for her. The satin, knee-length dress paired with her clean, makeup-free face made quite an impression—when Grace Lincoln walked out from the inner room, several customers browsing in the shop couldn't help but stare at her for a long time.

Although she didn't have the terrifyingly dramatic figure of the princess, it was undeniable that Grace Lincoln was a beauty. Her delicate oval face, ethereal amber-like almond eyes, and waist-length hair were all treasures that made men's hearts race. Especially after the gu ritual, her golden right eye—which even foreigners would envy—made people suspect she was wearing a pure gold contact lens, and made them want to come up and say, "Hey, rich lady, let's be friends!"

It's often said that beautiful girls are more easily hurt than ordinary ones, because men will straightforwardly reject the affections and bodies of ordinary girls, but will deceive beauties to gain their bodies. That's why, since ancient times, beauties have had tragic fates.

There were still two things left for Grace Lincoln's onboarding ceremony. One was to choose her own ghost pet identifier, a pet that every investigator at the Underworld Affairs Bureau—whether full-time or temporary—must carry. Its function is not only to determine the level and danger index of ghosts, but more importantly, to record the investigator's use of their abilities, much like a dashcam.

Investigators are all like superheroes, but their powers are strictly regulated by the Underworld Affairs Bureau. To maintain the normal order of human society, investigators are strictly forbidden from using non-human powers against civilians. Even when dealing with ghosts, they must strictly follow the rules.

No one is allowed to exorcise or eliminate others based on personal preference if the danger index is below 50. For evil spirits with a danger index above 50, they must be informed of their rights before any enforcement can begin.

All of this is recorded by the ghost pet identifier and regularly uploaded to headquarters for inspection. The Bureau's management of investigators is even stricter than the disciplinary inspection department's management of civil servants. Of course, it also serves as a black box on an airplane—if an investigator dies on a mission, the ghost pet identifier records the entire process, making it easier for the aftermath team to understand and handle the incident.

"What the heck is this thing? No tentacles, fine, but it's so huge? Look at that face—it's bigger than me! It's just born to be 'inspirational.' The ghost pet academy is getting more and more shameless. They used to only train bugs, but now they're even teaching things like you. In a few years, what are they going to train next? Hippos?" On a sandalwood tea table in the Jinxiu Pavilion market, Little Jason was sizing up the ghost pet identifier Grace Lincoln had chosen.

It was a pure white snow toad—in essence, just a white frog. Grace Lincoln hated bugs, so among the limited choices of ghost pets, she picked this one and gave it what she thought was a cool name... "Frog Prince."

Little Jason was quite critical of this. You have to know, out of tens of thousands of cockroaches born each month, only a few are selected to join the ghost pet academy run by the Bureau, and after twelve months of grueling training, only those who break through their species' spiritual power limit and extend their lifespan can graduate. Little Jason's lifespan limit was eight months—if he couldn't break through during training, he'd die in the process.

But snow toads can live six or seven years, and even if they don't break through during the twelve months of training, they can just repeat the year... It's like you work yourself to death studying English for the college entrance exam, and when it's your turn, the education bureau suddenly announces you don't need to take English anymore.

Unfortunately, Grace Lincoln and Jason Grant had both gone off to shop for equipment, leaving Little Jason and this oddball staring at each other.

"Listen up, kid. Your master is my master's sidekick, so naturally, you're my sidekick too. From now on, you have to listen to me, or don't blame me if I don't show mer—" Before Little Jason could finish, the Frog Prince blinked twice, stuck out its tongue, and with a flick, rolled the noisy bug into its mouth. After two croaks, the world was peaceful again.

When it comes to shopping, Grace Lincoln was quite experienced. She wasn't from a poor family to begin with, and had studied abroad in France, so she was a regular at all kinds of brand-name boutiques and large malls. Although she wasn't a shopaholic or a gold-digger, in this materialistic society, shopping and dressing up were essential skills.

Grace Lincoln had seen many shops and products with different styles, but none could compare to the Jinxiu Pavilion before her. All the shelves here were made of elegant, antique wood, displaying bronze swords, purple-gold gauntlets, and tungsten-steel daggers. Every item looked like it was a thousand years old. It was far more impressive than the National Museum, and none of the items were separated by explosion-proof glass.

Next to each display stood a beautifully dressed woman, who could explain the story behind every weapon more professionally than a tour guide whenever you needed.

The weapons commonly used by investigators are mostly classified as "demon-hunting arms," which can be artificially made through wizard enchantments, Taoist refining, and other methods. But the best demon-hunting arms are those that have accumulated power over time, absorbing the spiritual energy of their previous users through natural means.