David Harris nodded in agreement, saying, “That’s true…”

He glanced at Grace Clark with curiosity, feeling that ever since the young master lost his memory, he seemed to have become much more sensible.

The position of clerk in the Office of Disciplinary Affairs was something the master had worked very hard for, paying a hefty price to secure for the young master.

After all, the master and madam couldn’t protect the young master for his entire life.

In Daxia, there are only three ranks and nine grades of nobility, from the highest first-rank duke to the lowest third-rank baron. The master’s title was only that of a third-rank Ping’an Baron, and once the master passed away, the young master would become a commoner.

To ensure the young master could live a better life in the future, the master had pulled countless strings and spent a great deal of silver to arrange for him to have the position of clerk in the Office of Disciplinary Affairs.

A clerk in the Office of Disciplinary Affairs is only responsible for recording and organizing case files, spending all day in the yamen, with no real danger—a job one could do for a lifetime.

Unfortunately, the young master was lazy. After going for just a few days, he found the clerk’s work boring and never went back.

Fortunately, the head of the records office was on good terms with the master and turned a blind eye to the young master’s absence. Otherwise, this hard-won job would have been lost long ago.

Although Grace Clark had been at home these past few days, he hadn’t been idle. Using amnesia as an excuse, he gradually asked David Harris for all sorts of personal information about Grace Clark.

This included his relationships, places he frequented, some living habits, and so on…

It was then that he learned, because the Ping’an Baron title couldn’t be inherited, the family had left Grace Clark a backup plan: the clerk position in the Office of Disciplinary Affairs. This job wasn’t dangerous; as long as he sat in the records office every day and organized files, he’d be fine. Clerks in the Office of Disciplinary Affairs are paid by the state, so even if the Lin family completely collapsed, he wouldn’t starve.

The Ping’an Baron and his wife had put so much thought into their mediocre son, which made Grace Clark a bit envious—these were things he had never possessed…

Chapter 008 A Good Person

The Office of Disciplinary Affairs was located beneath the imperial city. As Grace Clark approached its entrance, he was stopped by the guards at the door.

“Who are you? What business do you have at the Office of Disciplinary Affairs?”

David Harris stood with his hands on his hips, bullying with authority: “Are you blind? You don’t even recognize your own lord?”

At this moment, another guard hurried over with a fawning smile and said, “He’s new here and hasn’t met Mr. Clark yet. Please don’t take offense, Mr. Clark. This way, please…”

Although the position of clerk in the Office of Disciplinary Affairs wasn’t high—just a ninth-rank minor official—it was still an official post, not someone these petty officers could afford to offend.

Grace Clark didn’t hold it against the guard. After agreeing with David Harris on a pick-up time, he walked straight into the main gate of the Office of Disciplinary Affairs.

After Grace Clark went in, the new guard asked curiously, “Who was that? I’ve been here a month and never seen him before.”

The other guard shook his head and whispered, “A well-connected guy who bought his way in. But it’s strange—he almost never comes to the office. Why did he show up today…”

Entering the courtyard of the Office of Disciplinary Affairs, directly ahead was the main hall, where court sessions were held.

On both sides were several internal departments. After spotting the sign for the “Records Office,” Grace Clark walked through a side corridor and entered the records office.

The records office was usually very quiet. The other three clerks were chatting and joking around. When they saw someone come in, they looked up and, seeing it was Grace Clark, all showed surprise.

They knew Grace Clark; Mr. Brooks had specifically told them to look after him. But after coming a few times, he’d never shown up again. What wind was blowing today to bring him here?

The three of them gave Grace Clark a slight smile as a greeting, then went back to their conversation.

Grace Clark nodded politely in return, his gaze sweeping the room. Besides rows of bookshelves, there were four desks in the room. Three of them were very tidy, with neatly arranged writing materials. The last desk was piled high with miscellaneous items—clearly, that one belonged to Grace Clark.

Grace Clark walked over to that desk, tidied up the clutter, fetched a basin of water, wiped down the whole desk, then sat in the chair and casually picked up a book to read.

His eyes were on the book, but his mind was elsewhere.

As someone with mediocre talent, the Academy of Abnormal Arts wouldn’t pay much attention to him. Aside from a monthly stipend, free access to the library, and the ability to consult instructors, he had no access to other resources.

And the academy didn’t care what people like him did day to day.

For Grace Clark, the biggest benefit of joining the Academy of Abnormal Arts was being able to meet all kinds of ability users. He needed to find ways to make more friends—only by getting familiar with them could he have opportunities for prolonged physical contact.

This was a long-term plan. For now, Grace Clark had to cling tightly to Emily Turner—his cultivation depended on her.

As for the Office of Disciplinary Affairs, there was usually nothing to do. As long as Grace Clark checked in occasionally and didn’t get fired, it would be enough to give an account to the Ping’an Baron and his wife.