The moon peeked out of the shadows for a small part, and the broken moon across the sky shone brightly above the sky as always.

Nicholas, who was walking beside Curt, didn't know why he turned back frequently, and finally led the way for him seriously at Curt's urging. As he walked, he was still muttering, "Really...... What am I doing? Why do I have to take you to the boss?"

Curt yawned again, deaf to Nicholas' complaints. He took a step, slowly following Nicholas down the street. Nicholas, who had been in the Old Town for a long time, was familiar with these roads, and he immediately took Curt out of the labyrinthine alleys.

The heavy night had completely fallen, and the sky was shrouded in a purple glow of sunset. In the distance, only vague outlines of tall buildings remain. The two of them, who had been silent, walked together, and after a while, they came to the vicinity of the main road, which was slightly more popular.

Through the streetlights that weren't bright enough, the Slott thugs' always grumpy expression vanished from Nicholas' slightly unshaven face. He frowned, his mouth whispering, his thoughtful face making him look like a different person.

After passing through Guò at a street intersection, the two of them came down the alley to the main road. If you look down the main road, you can see the garrison building with some kind of imaginary monster stone statue standing in front of the door. Various people who have returned to their homes from their workplaces gather on the streets, making the streets a little crowded.

Curt, who felt that there was still a lot of work ahead of him, looked at the sullen Nicholas, and opened his mouth to break the silence between the two: "I am Curt Leonster, an iron-level mercenary who belongs to the Mercenary Management Office. We still have some way to go, so how about you introduce yourself a little bit as well?"

"Nicholas ......" Hearing Curt's words, Nicholas stopped. His scarred face was full of awkwardness, and though he looked a little confused, he gave his name, "My name is Nicholas Saab." As for identity or something...... You just need to know that I'm a Slot. ”

Curt looked at the awkward Nicholas funny, and showed a friendly smile again: "Heh, Nicholas Sabo of the Slots, right? Then we will know each other from today onwards, if you have any trouble, you can come to the mercenary management office to find me, I have no regional discrimination." ”

"The biggest trouble right now is you!"

Nicholas, who had received the answer, looked straight at Curt with an unpleasant look, stamped his foot indignantly, and then walked forward without looking back. Curt, who was left behind, laughed as he walked with him to the main road that crossed the old town.

It seemed that the two people who were not much different in age maintained a distance not far and walked slowly. The wounded Nicholas strode across the block, and Curt laughed loudly after him, and the backs of the two undoubtedly attracted the attention of many passers-by.

A small river, a tributary of the large river on the outskirts of the city, flows slowly through it and divides the old town into two areas. Curt is familiar as a gathering place for civilians, and on the other side, it is connected to a corner of the upper-residential area that is quite bustling, and the overall color tone is biased towards black and white.

A reinforced concrete bridge spans the banks of a creek, and the cold building materials create an uninteresting structure. Nicholas, standing on the edge of the bridge, looked behind Curt, and a puzzled Curt turned his head to look, but there was nothing to care about except for a few pedestrians and vehicles.

After getting off the bridge, turn right, and the sound of the river rushing and flowing floods into my ears. The river separates the old town and the old and the new - with its modern buildings on one side and old and old on the other.

"Leonster, do you remember Gowers? Walking less than half a step in front of Curt, Nicholas spoke coldly, his tone slightly irritated, "It's the fat man who took those people to chase you today, and then you knocked him unconscious." ”

His name was Gowers...... If it hadn't been for Nicholas mentioning it, Curt wouldn't have known his name at all. Among those little gangsters, his appearance can be regarded as somewhat remarkable, and after using that kind of potion, it seems that only he still has a little thinking ability left.

Now that Nicholas had brought it up, perhaps there was something to say, and with that in mind, Curt nodded and said, "I don't know his name, but I still have an impression of his drive—if he hadn't used that medicine, he would probably be the most durable of them." ”

"Hmm...... Although his temper is not very good, and his temperament is very impatient, he is indeed a trustworthy person. Speaking of which, he should be considered my direct junior, and he has basically been acting with me since he joined the group. I didn't expect to be plotted by those guys this time......"

Hearing the reluctance in Nicholas's words, Curt walked up to him and looked at him and said, "I know that you are in conflict with other groups now, but I don't know exactly what is going on between you and them. The question is, haven't you ever thought about what you can do?"

"It's because I've thought about it, but I can't do anything now, so I'm unwilling!" he gritted his teeth and looked at Curt indignantly, "We've been in conflict with those bastards for months, but we've been tricked by them like fools, and we haven't been able to do anything!"

"How can someone as strong as you understand! We, even the boss, are all toyed with by those blue-eyed bastards and that 'monster'! For the past few months, it's been unbearable every day, even if they say 'find those bastards and kill them!', but they are afraid that the next person to be gutted out will be themselves! I always feel that it would be easy to clean up with the mechanic gun at once - but we all know that even if the machine is used, those monsters that can't be defeated still can't be defeated!"

"Hehehe, and then?"

Looking at Nicholas, who was screaming loudly and hoarsely, Curt suddenly smiled a little contemptuously.

"It's funny, Nicholas. As far as I know, the people who have been trying to use violence against the hard-working residents every day before the guys who attacked you appeared, but you guys. So you, who have always pursued the law of the jungle, should be mentally prepared to be swallowed as food by the stronger group - why have you become a victim now?"

"Uh......"

Nicholas, who was ridiculed by Curt, was stunned for a moment, and couldn't even speak.

"Slots are scoundrels, speculators, gangsters - do you think I'm going to say that?" Curt's gentle smile was still the same, but in Nicholas's eyes, it did change its taste, "At least I know that in addition to you who have become gangsters, there are many Slote immigrants working in this corner of the city, and these unknown but hard-working Slots are the ones I should protect." ”

Nicholas, who was being watched by Curt with a condescending gaze, broke out in a cold sweat, and his dry throat gurgled twice. Now he is like a frog targeted by a snake, and the invisible pressure envelops his whole body, and he can't even move slightly.

"Pursue the law of the jungle, and then lament your own weakness when you are treated with the same attitude by others? ”

Not caring about Nicholas's feelings, Curt lashed out at him mercilessly.

"You have to know one thing - I'm not involved in this because I'm some messenger of justice, otherwise you'd be in my clean-up plan. I was just a mercenary, paid to do things, and someone hired me to look into it, and here I am, it's as simple as that. ”

After Curt looked away,

Nicholas, who had been stared at by him, was finally freed from the pressure, he straightened up and yelled, "Cut, I see! To put it bluntly, you're just a bastard who sees money! Okay - I'll take you to the boss right now, right?"

Stomping on the ground hard, the weak expression disappeared from Nicholas' face in an instant. After a few shouts, he trotted away from Cortra, and rushed up the street leading to the tall buildings in the distance, and his short figure was drowned in the sea of people in a moment.

As Nicholas turned the detour leading to a rather stylishly decorated building, Curt quietly looked behind him. From the moment I got on the bridge, a black motor vehicle was parked not far behind me. The featureless carriage makes it difficult to remember its image.

As soon as Nicholas ran away, the black car also moved, turning three times along the main road, and then disappeared in a few moments. As he passed by Curt, he wanted to see who was in the car, but the reflective paint on the windows made it impossible to see the passengers inside.

Curt stared suspiciously at the direction in which the car disappeared, it shouldn't have been an illusion...... The car had been watching him and Nicholas since just now. Nicholas should have noticed that the little thug looked gruff but was sharp in some places.

Walking in the direction he remembered Nicholas running far, walking a few hundred meters to see him waiting in front of a building in the corner of the West End, with a magnificent fountain in the parking lot in front of the main entrance. Under the light of the night, the water that shines with brilliance continues to overflow.

Walking past the parking lot, ten stone steps lead to a black gate with old but well-maintained mosaic tiles and beautifully decorated flower pots next to the gate. There were also several Slotte guards in high-end uniforms guarding the main entrance.

It's a magnificent building that has nothing to do with the "gangsters".

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