Ever since the cruise ship incident, Stat has been very busy. That incident was undoubtedly a heavy blow to his business, and the countless images of skeleton piranhas eating people brought huge psychological shadows to many companions, and also spread a lot of rumors that were unfavorable to him. As a result, his status in the circle declined, and many of his original friends also cut off contact, which naturally affected his business.

Although he has repeatedly claimed that he is a necromancer and is a force majeure, he is the organizer after all, and it is impossible that he has nothing to do with it. What's more, strictly speaking, Secretary M called the necromancer in order to assassinate him, and there was a certain causal connection between them.

In the past few days, Stat has not slept until eleven or twelve o'clock every day, and he does not dare to ask for a secretary again. Thankfully, Writer A stayed. This kind of top-notch writer is a great asset, and even if he is not currently involved in business activities and does not have any collaborative projects, he is also a huge potential resource to be able to build relationships.

Of course, the code name of writer A is no longer used, and now everyone calls him by his pen name - Mr. Grass. His pen name is already far louder and more famous than his real name, and he personally seems to prefer his pen name.

Stadt was more familiar with him, so he could omit the two words and call him Mr. Cuncao.

Mr. Cunkusa has been living here recently, wandering around during the day and writing at night. Starter really didn't have much time to spend with him, and he didn't bother Start much. However, every night, Start would call in the servants and ask Mr. Cunkusa about his day's status.

"Master," replied the servant, "he said that he might have to stay for a few days, and that there was much to be found here for inspiration." He tried to tip me, but I refused. ”

Starter looked through the mountains of papers and replied, "Very well, you serve him well." He also said, "I'll play a big game in a few days and have fun together." ”

"Yes, but ......," the servant seemed hesitant, "he seems to be a little unhappy with us cleaning his room lately, are we...... Not going to clean his room?"

"How so?" said Stadt frowned, "weren't you like that before? Why was it suddenly dissatisfied? Who broke his things? Or did someone disturb him while he was writing?"

"No?" the servant looked a little flustered, "we just cleaned as before, but in the past two days, as soon as we entered, his face was not very good. We didn't dare ask. ”

Astonished, Starter asked for a few more details, but the servant had no idea. Start was helpless, it was already late at night, and he couldn't bother anymore, so he could only find time to ask in person tomorrow.

It was a busy night, until twelve o'clock, and there were still many things to do, but at this time I was already sleepy. Start yawned, threw himself on the bed, and fell asleep in a moment.

The next morning, the servant came and woke him up at the appointed time. Start sat up in a daze, calmed down, thought about what he should do today, and arranged everything in his mind one by one, so that he could feel at ease.

"Boss, please wash up. The servant had brought a basin of water.

Although Start's mind was awake, he still couldn't open his eyes, so he squinted his eyes and reached into the basin. But at first, I felt that the hand felt wrong, and I couldn't help but open my eyes and take a closer look: "This seems to be ...... Is it my footcloth?"

Servant: "......"

Starter looked up at the servant, but felt that he did not know him. The two looked at each other, both stunned for a moment, and suddenly Start's eyes flashed, and he remembered that Secretary M was going to assassinate him, and this person in front of him was not her accomplice?

The vindictive spirit erupted, and Start's left hand was a fist, and his right hand was spread out, trying to capture the man.

But surprisingly, the servant was only in two positions, easily dodging Stat's attack, still holding a basin in his hand, and the water did not splash out, looking extremely relaxed.

Starter stopped, knowing that the difference in strength was huge, so he could only outwit: "What do you want to do?"

The servant was silent, carrying a basin and not knowing what he was thinking.

Start is also a person who is used to seeing big scenes, and he is not anxious at this time, so he sat back on the bed, subconsciously looked around, and subconsciously moved his wrist joints, and suddenly felt a little strange, and looked down: "Why are my fingernails cut bald?"

"It has nothing to do with me. The servant hurriedly clarified.

"Who's the business?" asked Stadt.

"I ...... My colleague. The servant replied.

Stadt: "......"

After a moment of silence, Starter tried again: "You're not here to kill me?"

"It's not. The servant replied in the affirmative.

"And what are you here for?"

"I'm here...... Do your homework. The servant seemed to be out of words.

Stadt: "......"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean anything," the servant put down his basin, "it seems that my homework can't be completed, I'll go first." Please don't report the crime, it's a waste of time. ”

Starter just looked at him, walked out of the room normally, and brought the door, but the basin was still left on the table.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps, followed by the voice of his butler: "Boss, are you there?"

"Come in!"

"Boss," the butler said in a little panic, "I somehow overslept today." I'm sorry. ”

"It's fine if you're okay. Start was relieved, and he basically had a score in his heart.

"One more thing, sir," said the butler, as he brought out a cauldron, "I can't find your washbasin, but I know you don't like to wash your face in the footbath, so I have an idea, and I have a cauldron." How do you feel about washing your face in the pot?"

Stadt: "......"

The housekeeper suddenly saw that there was already a washbasin on the table, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Oh, it turns out that the boss has already brought it yourself." Then I'll put the pot back. ”

"Stop!" Statt stood up suddenly, "My butler can't be so funny, who the hell are you?"

"Hmph, have you been recognized?" the suspected butler sneered twice, then shook his head in regret, "It seems that my homework has not been completed." ”

"What's wrong with my butler?" asked Stat.

"He's fine, he's just still sleeping," the man who seemed to be the butler smiled, "Don't worry, we have no ill intentions." I'll go first. ”

After that, the person who was suspected of being a housekeeper disappeared in an instant, and the strength was obvious. Starter was also secretly frightened.

Suddenly, a cook hurriedly came running: "Boss, my pot is gone, what should I do?

Stadt didn't answer, and looked at the cook carefully. Although it is true that he is indeed his own cook on the outside, it is difficult to say after what has just happened.

"Boss......" The cook looked a little overwhelmed, and suddenly saw the pot on the ground, "Ah, this is my pot...... Why? There's a rag in there?"

"Are you really my cook?" said Stadt stood up, slowly approaching.

"yes. The cook was a little flustered and at a loss.

"And you know what I like to eat?" asked Stadt.

The cook thought for a moment: "Do you like it...... You seem to like everything, and you don't seem to be a picky eater. ”

Start nodded, reached out and touched the cook's face again, finally making sure that the man was really his cook.

"Boss, then I'll take the pot away. The cook bowed slightly, ready to serve the pot.

"Wait, let me wash my face first. "Starter just rubbed the towel in the pot and washed his face. The cooks were stunned.

The hiccup ended, and Start continued to work calmly, and everything around him returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened. It wasn't until late evening that Kevin came in person with a small bag.

"Let him in. Stat was not surprised, and continued to review documents and receive people at the same time.

Kevin pushed the door in, and seeing that Start was so busy, he couldn't help but apologize slightly: "It's so busy." ”

"Without a secretary, of course I'm busy. Staatt replied casually.

"Don't you want to hire another one?" Kevin asked.

Starter shook his head: "The people who come in are either not good enough, or they are not reliable enough. Forget it, let's do it yourself. ”

"Then you have to recruit one, right?" Kevin chatted casually.

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business. Stadt just sneered.

"Ahem," Kevin laughed dryly, pulling some envelopes and papers out of his bag, "you stick your left thumb out." ”

"What?" said Stat, a little impatient and a little curious.

Kevin poured out a piece of fingernails from an envelope, a crescent-shaped arc. Then he took this nail and compared it with the thumb of Stadt's left hand, and it was tightly fitted. Then Kevin was satisfied, pulled out a document, flipped to the end, and wrote the word "excellent" in a red pen.

Stadt: "......"

"Here, change your finger. Kevin pulled out another envelope.

"What is this? Assassination mission? No wonder the man said he came to do his homework in the morning," Statt frowned, "The assassin came to me, cut off my nails, counted the assassination as a successful assassination, and then handed you the cut nails? as proof? You ran to compare them? Prevent them from filling up their nails?"

"Uh...... Something like this. Kevin replied helplessly.

Start shook his head wildly: "A series of things in the morning, the painting style is weird, I guessed that it might be you." You're an assassin now, too?"

Kevin was embarrassed for a moment: "First of all, this is really embarrassing, let's listen to my explanation first......"

"I'm unlucky to know you. When Starter heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"But I've done my best to ask them not to disturb your life. In the morning if you don't find anything, you will wash your face as it is, and he will not do anything to you. It's just the homework done. ”

"But he's taking my footcloth, how can I use it to wash my face?" Stadt roared angrily.

"I know, it's his problem, I've already criticized him. Kevin hurriedly reassured.

"And the butler? What's going on? Why is it so similar to my butler?" Statt asked warily, "Did you use illusions on me?"

"No!" Kevin replied hurriedly, "I'm an illusionist myself, and I'm absolutely self-disciplined. That housekeeper is just a kind of disguise, and it's a coincidence that this person is very similar to your housekeeper, just a little makeup. ”

"Oh," replied Stadt, flipping through the papers indifferently, "so you can fool people around?"

"Don't worry, we won't lose anything we should compensate you. Kevin replied.

"How can you compensate for it? You didn't take any money, and the identity of the assassin can't be revealed, and you won't win a lawsuit. Can you put my nails back together?" Statt held out his finger to show Kevin's sheared nails.

"This, this, this ......" Kevin looked embarrassed and suddenly laughed, "That's right." I also brought super glue today, and the nails of the assassin's scissors are all perfectly curved, I must ......"

"Get out of here!" Stadt angrily slapped the table.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Kevin hurriedly apologized, "Don't worry, it's just this time." I just started by making them do their homework in a personal connection. Next time, it's time to change someone else's personal relationship. It's not going to be you. ”

Starter snorted coldly, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, did your assassin harass Mr. Grassless?"

"This ...... The strategy needs to be detailed, maybe I've checked it too, right?"

Stadt was dissatisfied: "He's very good at observing, and he's obviously discovered something these days. If your Assassins continue like this, it will be a bad thing for me. ”

"Well, I'll go back and criticize them seriously," Kevin replied, "by the way, is he writing a new book?

Stadt: "......"

"Ahem, by the way, there's one more thing I want you to discuss," Kevin hurriedly clarified, "It's good for you!"

"What's the matter?"

"You know that assassins usually have an overt identity in addition to their secret identities. Quite a few Assassins don't like their apparent status, so if you don't mind, let them work with you?" Kevin suggested, "Aren't you short of a secretary?"

Starter really frowned and thought about it: "I don't doubt the ability of the assassin, but ......"

"Rest assured, the moral character of the Assassins is also top-notch. I think people like me who don't have much ability can be their teacher, and they still respect me very much. You are their boss, and as long as you are paid, they will respect you. And you know the insider, a lot of things are easy to do. Kevin advised.

Start finally nodded: "Okay, I hope you can pick a few good ones." ”