A mercenary.

"Hello, I'm Will, an interstellar mercenary..."

A mercenary wearing a black hat, cloak, and beak gas mask, like a doctor from an ancient era, but with a C-class mercenary badge.

"A C-class mercenary."

In the night light, he looks particularly eerie, but the barrage that swipes through the screen is all 'kind' words.

Will, where are you? Get out of the way! 【WWWWWW Will is on the air again? What are you doing this time? 】

[I saw that the anchor's news the day before yesterday was that he got the necromancer certificate, do you want to show the necromancy today?] Hasn't Necromancy entered the sewers a long time ago? The first in the world of holy knights! 】

He ignored the barrage, and of course, it was really hard to see if he had made any facial feedback on the barrage while wearing that mask, and at this moment he slightly moved off the screen, and the audience could see that there was a forest behind him.

At first glance, it was unremarkable, but in the barrage, someone noticed that the tree species had unfamiliar characteristics, and in the next second, he reached out and pulled the camera up, and he could see three bands of light, four 'moons', and other brilliant stars in the night sky.

Then he refocused the camera on the woods and continued the unfinished words:

"Now, I'm in Aldebaran's No. 3 Star Zone, and there should be many viewers who have noticed my dynamics two days ago, and I got the Necromancer Certificate, so!"

The mercenary stepped away from the camera, revealing the tombstone that was blocked by his previous position.

"Today we're going to record an unboxing video."

With that, he picked up a shovel with a power tail spray and shoveled it down in front of the tombstone!

The next second, the screen went black, followed by a string of red words emerging from the screen:

[The anchor's SAN value is detected to fluctuate violently and the live broadcast is interrupted, please choose the anchor rationally to pay attention to]

"Do you understand?"

Switching back to the selection page, Omer asked David.

“？”

David's face was full of confusion that Bi Ze could see.

"There are a lot of mercenaries who earn extra commissions by broadcasting their missions, which in the past was often used by very controlling employers to monitor mercenaries." Omer patiently explained.

Even in the next second, Bi Ze added: "Confirm that they are indeed completing the task and not fishing." ”

glanced at Bi Ze, who could do science popularization for David, Omo really didn't know whose sorrow was between the two.

But sorrow to sorrow shows that the unfinished must continue:

“... But now, with the support of the Frontier Lighthouse Group, this has become a well-known form of entertainment throughout the Federation. ”

"So there are a lot of mercenaries who have embarked on the path of well-known live broadcasters, even video hosts," Omer said, swiping the screen display on the terminal, cutting back to the video area from the live broadcast area, pointing to those various video master IDs, "Cut out some content that is not suitable for live broadcasting, or explain and process a special task in detail, when the live broadcast does not exist, most cosmic mercenaries use video to confirm to their employers that they have completed the task." ”

"Cyber mercenaries like you, even more so."

When he said this, Omer raised his hand and pointed to the lines of the delicate filling on David's face: "The body of the cyber mercenary is convenient for loading information records, and most of the well-known mercenary anchors and mercenary video masters are cyber mercenaries, or cyber mercenaries who act as teammates and assistants. ”

"Even—" Ormer's finger slid back across the screen, focusing on the main page of his account.

The name of the account is:

"Cloudy Divine Hidden Channel." David subconsciously pronounced the name.

"Some cyber mercenaries neither broadcast live nor prepare videos, but post 'dynamics' every day and touch the fish all day!"

"It's not welcome, of course, but it's still there."

"Now!" Speaking of this, Omer raised his hand to cover the terminal, causing the light screen in the air to disappear, "Let me ask you again, what is your understanding of mercenaries?" ”

"Have you ever been troubled by the security of the Boundary Gate District, and there is no soil for the development of mercenaries at all?"

"Are you still entangled in the world, do you really need to kill?"

"I'm telling you now, there's a newly discovered galaxy 110,000 light-years away called the Frontier Galaxy. Ji Rift Court, named after the first explorer who discovered it. ”

"There is a planet exploration going on there, and there are two giant interstellar enterprises that are jointly supported by the 'Beidou Gallop' and the 'Xingyuan Machinery Production Consortium', and they are recruiting interstellar mercenaries, all of whom are explorers with high interest and ambition."

At this point, Bi Ze's gaze at Omer was already startled, and it was hard to understand why he understood it so clearly.

But he didn't dare to squeak, so Omer continued.

"There's going to be a need for killing, there's going to be a fight, and there's bound to be a cyberpunk city base in the early days of the Frontier, which will be the new home you're most comfortable with from Night City."

At this point, Omer looked at David, who was already sweating from his forehead: "But you, and your companions, are you willing to go?" ”

"Is it necessary?"

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"Morrison! Is it already back! ”

"Here, what are you shouting loud for!"

In the evening, Morrison was reclining on the sofa, looking as if he had been drained of energy by his work, and he jumped up after hearing Omer's cry at the entrance door, and the reason was indeed that Omer shouted too loudly.

Social animals who have just suffered a nervous breakdown from work can not stand this stimulation.

On a business trip, Morrison, a thug who originally consisted of escorting, protecting, and fighting, was forced to do civilian work and ran to various departments for an afternoon to confirm documents, but the whole person was about to turn gray after being busy.

For now, Morrison and Omer complement each other in their respective areas of expertise, that is, force and civilian.

However, more than what he learned in school, Omer's expertise is more reflected in the study of horse racing events.

The collection of public information has the power to turn decay into magic in the hands of discerning people, and Ormer has to admit that it is a tedious but effective kind of work.

Based on the forum posts in his favorites, the athletes' itineraries on the event website, and the documentary-like footage of the Horse Racing Girl's daily training routine on the 'Horse Racing Girl' program, Omer had a rough idea of what the names of most of the college's staff and students were, how well they were friends, and what their family backgrounds were, even if he hadn't been to Trason College.

He didn't even need to go out of his way to build a database, and with his own memory and the retrieval of the information by the chip in his brain, there was publicly available information.

and a very small fraction of private information, true or false.

When you get here, it's rude to go on.

In fact, this can completely prove that Elie Suko is right to care about him, although Omer's wave is not illegal, it is also quite creepy.

At times like these, he probably knows some of the horse wives better than they know about himself.

Of course, it was too hard to do this, so if there were no accidents, Omo would not have wanted to take the initiative to contact any horse racing lady.

It was that kind of accident last time.

When Omer returned home after the accident, there were no mood swings, and it was only after the dinner table that Morrison learned that this had happened.

However, this time Morrison noticed the undisguised lightness of Omer, and he asked, thinking that there was some 'accident':

"What's going on?"

What he thought of was that the results of the college entrance examination came out to finally free this guy, after all, I heard him say that the environment in the examination room was really a prison sentence, and every time he slipped away after the exam, he had a feeling of 'the prison guard is not there, and he slipped for a while'.

"To put it simply..."Carrying today's ingredients to the table, Omer brewed a little, "A friendship has a clearer room to cultivate,"

"It's so simple, I don't understand it at all."

David decided to find a target, and he said that his companions had a new purpose in this world.

"Sounds like everyone is happy, so what does that have to do with you?"

"A little push of the hand, quite a sense of accomplishment."

With that, he walked to his room and threw the satchel he was still carrying on the bed with the other hand, and then picked up the ingredients on the table and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, haven't you said the grades?"

Although he was not worried, since the other party had dangled in front of him, Morrison decided to ask like a guardian.

"Do you need to ask? Absolutely. ”

Omer pulled the corners of his mouth into a disdainful smile and threw the terminal in his hand at him:

"The first page of the browsing history is there, check it yourself."

With that, he went straight into the kitchen.

"This kid... It's a little different......"

Morrison remembered that the last time he saw that smile was when he was questioned by a gambling dog about his evaluation of the horse racing girl, and at that time, the fact that the race was over was over, and Omer was also smiling like that.

The kind of arrogance that can only appear in the performance of professional ability has finally appeared elsewhere.

Of course, the most important thing is that the child will show that pleasure because of other people's affairs.

Should we say that friendship is powerful?

But Morrison was a little uncertain when he thought about it.

After all, the boy also mentioned David's companions.

Seeing others encounter good things, even he is happy, and this little ghost has indeed always been that kind of person.

Not at all like a little imp with demonic blood.

But because of this, it is enough to worry.