The basement level of the cheating apartment, in the mission hall.

An urn-shaped glass chandelier emits warm light, and beneath the lamp is a long rectangular table on which some fresh fruit cuts are placed.

On the couches on either side of the table, Wren and Demon Hunter Randy Mac sat opposite each other, discussing something.

Randy is wearing a black trench coat, with a slender figure, short gray hair standing up, a high nose bridge, slightly sunken eye sockets, and three-dimensional facial features.

As one of the main leaders of the Witcher Guild in the northern part of the Farolan Kingdom, he was the first high-level to appreciate Rennes and offered generous conditions to woo him, which can be regarded as a grace of understanding.

Holding a cup of fragrant hot coffee in his hand, the young Randy took a sip and smiled slightly: "Wren, if you want to train your subordinates, I don't recommend that you recruit people from my three-star hunting team."

They are a group of young people who have little patience and are on a task, ready to pick at any moment. ”

The two teams he led had just been formed, and this time they came to accept the hiring, which also meant to hone their skills.

However, a group of young people, although not without combat experience, are not suitable to be instructors.

"I thought it was those old troops, it turned out to be a group of newcomers, old perverts, are you addicted to daddy?"

The landlady Elena placed a glass of orange juice in front of Wren, held up the bucket, and mocked.

"Thank you."

Wren picked up the sweet juice and took a sip, he was not cold to coffee, he was a rough man, and he didn't like black tea and green tea, he liked soda and juice.

Randy crossed Erlang's legs and snorted softly: "Fat woman, I'm not a violent maniac like you, I know headshots every day."

The joy of watching a small seedling grow into a towering tree, you don't understand at all.

Also, I'm not an old pervert, don't slander me in front of your juniors all day long. ”

Elena and him are about the same strength, but they don't match each other, and it's not a day or two since they don't like each other.

With a look of disdain, Elena's thick lips moved, and she sneered: "Old pervert, you failed to pursue Helen Virginis Maro back then."

I found a little girl with a similar appearance and temperament to her as a lover, haha, do you think I don't know? ”

Wren's expression was a little strange when he heard this, he seemed to have heard of this name, Helen Virginis Marlowe, more than 50 years ago, invented the camera.

Aunt Helen in Keisha's mouth seems to be her, and Catherine's mother, and Keisha came to him and had her advice.

Hearing this haunting name, Randy sighed with a look of nostalgia: "Who would have thought that she would marry the Duke of Blois, which of us is better than that flamboyant guy."

She didn't choose the gifted Daniel Farley and Gonzalez, and I can't understand what she thinks.

Fat woman, you're her friend, how is she doing lately? ”

Daniel is a councilor of the Steam Alliance, and Gonzalez is the head of the Knights Templar, and they are both Sacred powerhouses.

Elena shrugged her shoulders and teased: "How can it be, it has always been very low-key, husband and child."

Why, you still don't give up? Forgot how she tossed you when you were in the Norman Empire?

You're not her opponent at all now, and you still want to fight like before, I'm afraid you'll be hung up and pumped! ”

She was also a Norman, twenty years younger than Randy, and the reason why she came to Pugni Plains was only because she heard that it was messy, and her hands were itchy, and she was ready to beat people.

Randy looked constipated, finally sighed and fell silent.

As a member of the same generation, he was not much different from Helen, Daniel, and Gonzalez back then, but now, he is not an opponent at all.

Elena, who is a generation younger than him, has already caught up with him, and there is a difference in human potential and talent. When the bottleneck is reached, even if the resources are sufficient, the strength will not go up.

He subconsciously glanced at Wren, who was happily watching the play, and remembered what Hal Mihawk had told him.

That kid is also amazingly talented, not below me and Chris. ’

With a smile, Randy took out a postcard from his jacket pocket, handed it to Wren, and spoke:

"The old man above, who was an excellent instructor back then, is now retired and lives in Wilton, which is adjacent to the city of Diramo.

You can just call him, but he has a bit of a weird temper, so you have to be prepared. ”

Wren took the business card, in addition to the word Bill, a string of phone numbers, and a sentence - don't bother Lao Tzu if you have nothing to do, anything that asks Lao Tzu to pay for it, don't talk about it directly.

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, thinking that this person was probably also a strange person.

However, Elena lifted her eyelashes and said in surprise: "Bill, that old boy, used to live in Wilton City." ”

"This man is famous?" Wren asked.

Elena smoked a cigarette and nodded, "Sort of, after all, she is a Karrow person, and she is still quite famous in this industry." ”

Wren was overjoyed when he heard this, yes, this is definitely a professional.

He didn't delay, and after saying goodbye to the two, he ran to the company in a hurry.

Inside the hall, Randy chuckled, "What do you think of this kid?" ”

Remembering that Wren was covered in blood that day, he was shockingly angry, and he came to her to sell the body of the Marquis of Kulo.

Elena smiled, her lips curled: "It's the same kind, there may be surprises in the future." ”

…………

September is the heyday of deciduous plants.

The air is filled with the scent of slightly damp grass and trees, the streets and paths covered with fallen leaves, the red maple leaves, and the winding gardens are like fairy tale dreams.

It was a sunny afternoon, and with sparks and lightning all the way, Wren ran back to his suburban company and pushed the door into the office.

Jenny, who had made the switch from City Hall to Thorn Security, was sorting through the papers, her jet-black hair tied back and a strand of hair hanging down from each sideburn.

With bright eyes and bright teeth, the delicate face still has that kind of calm look in the water, a white women's suit, slim trousers, and a pair of straight long legs are outlined more and more slender.

86 points, this is the score given to her by Wren, and in terms of appearance, she is on the same level as Suzanne and Shirley.

"Good afternoon, boss."

Seeing Wren running in, Jenny greeted her in a sweet female voice.

Wren smiled and nodded, and asked casually: "Cannon fodder...... Ahem, how's the recruitment? ”

With a slightly helpless expression, Jenny rubbed her eyebrows: "There are too many people who have come to apply, and the best 100 people are being screened." ”

After reading the materials all morning, she was a little tired.

Nodding, Wren was not in a hurry, walked to the golden telephone in front of the desk, and took out the postcard.

For the number on the famous postcard, he put his finger into the hole of the number to be dialed, rotated it clockwise to the end, released it, and then continued to dial the next number.

Soon, the opposite side was connected, and a deep voice came:

"Lukalu, Bill is at your service, please raise your hands, present the banknotes, and make sure you have no worries!"