The trading day of the Stars Club is once every three months, and it has been more than two months since the last trading day opened.

The timing is not in accordance with the rules, but considering that the Warlock Grand Mentor has just died, the upheaval within the Stars Society, and the fourth shock is already on the agenda, starting an internal event at this time can obviously effectively reassure people's hearts.

However, two days later, when the main team of the neatly packed K team and the junior K team entered the Star Castle, they found that this trading day was obviously not as lively as the last time.

Not only are there many fewer stalls on the "hawker street" outside the castle, but even the booths reserved for middle and high-level pioneers inside the castle are sparsely populated.

This makes the Star Club Base, which was still full of talents before, look somewhat "depressed".

"Sure enough, people are panicking."

Catwoman, who was following behind Mason, pouted and said:

It was like a tree falling apart, and a warlock fell so that everyone felt the tremors, and they hid in their dark caverns and looked out into the world with terror.

What a bunch of cowards our peers are. ”

"Don't be so mean, Selena."

Zakang grinned and retorted:

"The trading day is only officially opened tonight, many people are waiting, the new leader has just come to power, who knows what people think and move, at this time to do more wrong, low-key is the right choice.

But I'm sure that no one with a brain will give the new leader eye medicine at this time, so I guess it will be lively in the evening.

And it's much more lively than last time. ”

"So that's why you sprayed cologne?"

Barbara looked at the scum who was hugging the "little pet" Emilia with the eyes of scum, pinched her nose and said:

"How many bed mates are you going to find yourself tonight?"

"How do you speak!"

Za Kang snorted unhappily, straightened his collar, and the man said seriously:

"This is a very noble sacrifice for Team K to collect intelligence from all sides, and a little girl like you won't understand it.

Tsk, thanks to Mason's blessing, now we are famous people.

I don't even need to talk about it, maybe I just need to show my identity, so that those lovely and powerful ladies and ladies can take the initiative to part their legs in front of me. ”

"You'd better settle down."

I didn't come to the last trade fair, but this time it was the first time to participate in this grand event, and the kite man poked Za Kang's shoulder and whispered:

"Although I don't know magic, I think this magic eyeball suspended on your shoulder should not be the power you released to yourself, if you don't want to be slashed by Xiaozha again, you'd better control your little brother."

"Hey, I have a hundred ways to get around her surveillance"

Zakang made a disdainful nasal voice from his nostrils, and spoke very well, but in the end he didn't dare to reach out and remove the eyeballs flying around his shoulder.

"Let's go free."

Mason looked at the time of his watch and said to the group of people next to him:

"Tonight, I remember to attend the ceremony held in the banquet hall on the third floor, which is a grand event to celebrate the birth of a new batch of A-class members, and we are also one of the protagonists, so we should have a lot of courtesy.

Two buckets, you take Damian and his friends around the Star Castle, and by the way, help the Elrik brothers clean up the studio they left here, and move the equipment back to Osborne Tower when it's closed. ”

"Hmm."

The second bucket nodded.

This cold-faced handsome guy is wearing a handsome formal suit today, although he is very low-key, he also has a little men's perfume on his body, and he will be looking for the Amazonian female warriors who "tortured" him last time in the hall.

He won't honestly let them "humiliate" this time, he wants to return the shame he was inflicted last time tenfold! Not only did he work hard to train his muscles and fight, but he also stole a lot of tactics against women from Zakang and Jack, and this time he will never let himself fall into weakness and humiliation again!

Hehe, my second bucket is actually a very grudgeful person!

Mason pretended not to see the weird salty expression on Erke's face, and casually dismissed his teammates to let everyone play on his own, while he went to the top floor alone to meet his direct female boss to talk about some business.

The Grand Mentor's office has always been an important area in the Star Castle, but Mason feels like coming here as often as he is home.

He pushed open the door to the hunter's office and saw that Ciri, who had always been dressed up in hunting clothes, was in front of the mirror to choose the outfit for tonight's attendance.

But there's really nothing to choose from.

The Great Mentors all appeared in the mystic style of masks + robes during internal meetings, which is very in line with the way secret organizations act, but there is a difference in the style of cloak robes.

However, considering that Mistress Ciri is also a lady, it is understandable to pay more attention to the appearance and details than the stinky men.

"Come here, help me choose a robe."

She didn't look back to say something to Mason, and the captain shrugged his shoulders, slowly stepped forward to stand behind Ciri, looked at the two people standing in the mirror, and stretched out his hands and put them on Ciri's shoulders.

He whispered:

"Are you still calm?"

"Are you expecting me not to be calm? Or do you want me to give you a kiss like Hallie? Be serious! This is my office, not your bedroom. ”

The female boss snorted angrily.

She broke free of Mason's hand and picked up two almost identical styles from the closet next to her, except for the robe and cape, which were slightly different in pattern and shoulder embellishment, and placed them in her hand, and gestured in the mirror.

"Which is better?"

She asked.

Mason glanced at it and shook his head, pulled out a chair and sat next to him, took out a slightly torn black robe from the closet, and took out his tailoring tools and began to make clothes for the female boss to attend tonight.

His ten fingers unraveled the wool of the robe, and selected the silver-gray magic thread, which he made with the same heart as a craftsman, and asked:

"It's been almost a week since Old Shazam took over the position of Great Mentor, have you discussed how to govern the Stars Association in the future?"

"This kind of thing is not negotiable at all."

Ciri waved her hand, a cup of hot coffee flew into her palm, she leaned against the table in front of the mirror, admired Mason's posture when he was doing "handiwork", and said like complaining:

"None of the three of us are the henchmen of Your Excellency Destiny, unless we change our attitudes and move closer to each other, we are doomed to be just three rubber stamps.

Now that he can move around with projections, it means that he has his own ideas for the future of the Stellar Society.

Maybe the three of us are just an excess.

Actually, I have a feeling.

He's waiting. ”

The hunter took a sip of coffee and said to his henchmen:

"Your Excellency Destiny is waiting for the outcome of the fourth shock, and he is also waiting for the solution you will come up with in this crisis, and he is well aware of the main contradiction and the core problem.

If you can't turn the tide when this shock happens, maybe his attitude towards you will change as well. ”

"He's going to see me as a loser who doesn't deserve attention."

Mason threaded the needle very carefully, and embroidered a very artistic silver wolf head pattern on the black cloak with a frenzied elegance.

He kept his brain running at high speed while moving, and analyzed Healy by saying:

"And I now wonder if Lao Mo has already met with Lao A, maybe the agreement between me and Lao A on the impact solution has been known to him.

That cunning devil knows I'm not his trouble.

At least until the end of the feud between Old A and me, he doesn't need to put too much thought into targeting me.

For now, the primary issue that plagues Your Excellency remains to complete its ongoing 'detachment' as the impact intensifies, a strategy it has been pursuing for the past seventeen years.

It is a very planned and organized life, and we should believe in its persistence in this regard. ”

"So what?"

Ciri nodded, and then asked:

"Do you think that Your Excellency Destiny is not our problem for the time being?"

"No, it's not my trouble."

Mason looked up at Ciri, and whispered:

"But you have to be careful.

Although Lao Mo does not care about the loyalty of his subordinates, he will not tolerate blatant betrayal, and you have to learn from the Evil Spirit Knights in this regard.

Loyal, but only superficially loyal.

Keeping this renegade game to the level of intrigue will be more in line with the devils' liking, and they will be willing to take the time to play with you.

And not a reckless direct confrontation.

I'm here to remind you, swordsmen, and wizards, to behave 'well' during this time, and don't take the initiative to provoke it.

To put it simply, continue what you did before, forget about Team K's actions for the time being, and devote all your energy to dealing with the fourth impact.

Of course, you can't be a puppet in advance. ”

The master tailor stood up, picked up his mended cloak, motioned for Ciri to stand up straight and raise her arms like a professional tailor, gestured the cloak over her shoulders and waist, picked up the tailor's ruler again, and crouched down beside Ciri's long legs to measure the size that needed to be modified.

"Take off your boots, your shoes don't match this mystic-style robe, I'll pick you a pair of high heels later."

He commanded, and with a slightly commanding tone not giving the Hunter a chance to refute, Ciri stood barefoot on the ground after taking off his boots with a slight blush, and let Mason measure like a model.

Mason, who had entered the working state, did not change much in the atmosphere of the accident department, and he said casually:

"Taking advantage of the fact that Lao A has not officially turned against me now, I will continue to deal with the impact and ask him to allocate more transfer doors and other resources as reserves.

There aren't many parallel worlds left in existence.

Although it is not yet time to solve the problem once and for all, from our standpoint, we can save one more if we can.

It just so happens to be an opportunity to reset the majesty of the Three Mentors in the Stars, just like we do in the pirate world, and this kind of large-scale collective action always brings people together.

After the fall of the warlock, the forces that belong to him are scattered, and now is the time for the fish and dragons to mix, and it is necessary to clear the 'fish pond'.

Those who are obedient and the rescued fish are fished into the new pond, and the hopeless ones can be 'released'

Don't move, measure it! ”

Ciri twisted her waist uncomfortably, as Mason uncovered her hunting vest and was measuring her waistline on her waist, and the contact between her fingers and her skin made her a little embarrassed.

But as soon as he moved, he was reprimanded by the little tailor and had to maintain his posture.

She felt a little hot, her cheeks reddened a little, and she changed the subject:

"You mean, taking advantage of the impact to clean up the Trail Blazers who don't fit our style? Send them into a high-risk world"

"Well, that's what I meant."

The tailor took down the measurements, returned to his chair and took out the leather and began to make accessories for Ciri and repair his boots, saying:

"It's like you've ever sent disobedient guys out as cannon fodder, this time on a larger scale but more in line with the rules.

It is best to ventilate with Shazam in advance.

It would not be a bad idea to convince the old wizard to choose some innocent ronins to take this opportunity to join the Stars.

Although we are not on the same page yet, the more potential collaborators, the better. ”

"You say slow down, I'll take a note."

Barefoot, Ciri walked over to his desk, picked up his notebook and jotted down what Mason had just said, and looked back at his "external brain" for more helpful advice.

Mason thought for a moment and then said:

"If you have time recently, go to the Night City of the Divine Hodoshi World, find a prosthetic doctor called 'Fire Stealer' in Little Chinatown in Watson District, and ask him to help back up your consciousness data."

"Huh?"

Ciri looked at Mason in surprise and said:

"That thing is useless to me, the power of Your Excellency Destiny has seeped into my soul, so that I cannot be parsed by data transcoding"

"If you want to go, you will go."

Mason waved his hand, and Master Hunter pursed his lips and said:

"Okay, I'll take the time to go, is there anything else?"

"Yes, come and try on clothes."

The captain stood up and unwound the modified robe and cloak in his hand.

The pure black cloak was made of fine wool and hung low on the ground, with a silver wolf's head pattern on the shoulders, and Mason made an elven-style cloak buckle for it, and embroidered elven words with golden silk thread on the area that extended from the waist of the cloak to the tail support.

It looks mysterious, chic and beautiful, and it is hard to imagine that this was a torn piece of clothing that needed to be thrown away ten minutes ago.

"I'm pretty good, aren't you?"

Mason smiled proudly at Ciri, who nodded and stepped forward to drape the cloak over his hunting outfit, but was stopped by Mason.

He looked Ciri up and down critically, and said:

"You're going to wear this underneath? I've modified your robe to fitted measurements! You can disrespect my strength, but you can't disrespect my craft. ”

"What do you mean?"

Ciri looked at Mason, and the rhythm of her heart beating was a little scrambled.

Under the solemn gaze of the captain, she bit her lip and untied her hunting jacket, leaving only the close-fitting talisman vest.

"Take it off."

Mason shook his head and said in a very professional tone:

"Otherwise, it will highlight the unsightly silhouette outside the cloak and affect the overall appearance, and the clothes I made for women can't be wasted like this."

"Don't go too far!"

The Hunter was a little embarrassed, but she eventually took the waistcoat as Mason watched in silence, and then let Mason put the cloak over her body in only underwear.

The waist reflects the elegant silhouette, making this cape more like a long black dress.

"Look, how pretty."

Mason stood behind Ciri, looking in the mirror as she untied her long silver hair and draped it over her shoulders, then reached for the line around her waist.

In the mirror, Ms. Ciri's face was flushed, and although she was still wearing underwear, she was no different from being naked for a witcher.

She looked at herself in the mirror, watching Mason's hand rest and slide up her waist, as if a skilled tailor was checking her excellent work at the end.

Her breath was rapid.

Turning his head to raise his swan-like neck as Mason smilingly watched, the little tailor lowered his head and touched the cold, soft lips again.

She felt like a female beast in a hunting net, falling little by little under the tightening mesh of the evil-eyed hunter.

The office was silent.

The cleaned, immaculate floor was littered with faded hunting armor, and the barefoot, silver-haired lady was held in her arms, her eyes closed to feel her heartbeat in the panic and enjoy the rare peace.

"Smack"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the noise rang out, making Ciri instinctively want to pull away, but Mason's hand wrapped firmly around her waist and made her unable to break free.

Or is it unwilling to break free?

"Are you ready? Old Shazam, let's go over and talk to him about tonight's uh. What are you doing? ”

The swordsman in a black robe and a mask broke into the office and saw the scene before her, her eyes widening in place, and then she showed the expression of a fun person.

Grinning and saying:

"Hey, I'm sorry, I should have knocked on the door first, you go on, I won't bother, I'll go first, obviously I didn't come at the right time."

"No, you came at the right time."

Mason let go of Ciri.

The hunter's heartbeat was already reaching a limit, making people wonder if her heart would break in the next moment, the tailor picked up the tool in his hand, looked back at the stunned swordsman, and said in a critical tone:

"You're going to wear this to tonight's ceremony? Why not go over with a rag like a bum? It's not that I'm talking about you, it's a girl's family, can you be a little more particular.

Come here, I'll help you fix your robe. ”

(End of chapter)