The building is located in a longitudinal area adjacent to the Old Town and the upper residential area, surrounded by tall buildings with considerable history. Every part of the building, which has been in use for decades, is decorated with masonry and masonry in a pompous style that was characteristic of a short period of economic expansion before the war.

Before Curt could walk slowly, Nicholas had explained his intentions to the guards, but when he was about to enter through the main entrance, he was met with suspicion from the guards. The Slots walked up to Curt's side, silently rummaging through the items he had brought with him.

Among humans, the Slots are not known for being xenophobic, but rather for the fact that these merchant peoples, who originally lived in the coastal areas, were able to integrate into the local community precisely because they were able to adapt quickly to the customs of the new region. This talent for diplomacy and trade allowed their culture to flourish.

Most of the Slots who live in Catlis also have a sense of being open to other people, and they are treated well in their field of work and in their communities. But this feeling is lost in the Slote groups that gather in the Old Town.

Secret societies, conservatism, xenophobia...... And so on, each of these words seems to have become a portrayal of this special group. This feeling became even more vivid after entering the building, where only Slots worked. Curt, who was very different from them in appearance, walked in such a building like a drop of ink on a white piece of paper, so obtrusive that it was eye-catching.

The building had no other purpose than serving as the residence of Nicholas, their "boss". Everywhere you can see neatly dressed maids busy cleaning, waiters standing quietly waiting for visitors to call, and the sweet smell of freshly baked snacks wafts through the air.

Curt walked slowly down the hallway, Nicholas didn't even look at him, thoughtfully leading him through the hallway filled with seemingly expensive art.

There were no other visitors in the lavishly decorated building, except for the servants who were busy with their own work, and only a few Slots in the foyer who were not dressed like squires whispered, and their expressions became more mysterious when they saw Curt following Nicholas.

"I thought you were just a little thug at best, but I didn't expect the headquarters to be located in such a high-end building...... It seems that you have made a lot of money over the years. It's just that the taste of the person who designed the decorations in this place is very questionable. ”

Curt said jokingly, looking around sarcastically.

The crimson carpets on the floor, the white walls carved with gold lacquer reliefs and the mirrored ceiling make the gallery look like it was in a medieval aristocratic court. However, the modern paintings and even abstract paintings that adorned the walls instantly destroyed the unified style.

Having learned to ignore Curt's sometimes casual sarcasm, Nicholas led Curt to the entrance of an elevator without saying a word. Even if he already understood the difference between grades, but this pure black hydraulic elevator alone was bigger than Rebecca's bedroom, Curt pouted in some surprise.

As a Slot, the elevator operator, whose skin was a little dark, said a few words to Nicholas in Slot, and in an instant, Nicholas's face turned white. He took two steps back, and after a few staccato words in Slot, he lowered his head.

"Leinster - that's what you call it, right?"

Whispering "What a strange last name," the elevator operator looked at Curt and said, "Nicholas has other things to deal with, so I'll wait for you to get going." The boss is already waiting for you up there, please hurry up - he doesn't like waiting for people too much. ”

"Ahh ”

Curt, who was not interested, yawned unabashedly and walked into the elevator in a few steps. The operator who followed behind looked behind Nicholas, who was still looking down in silence, only shook his head slightly, and pressed the button that marked the tenth floor, without saying a word.

"Curt Leonst," Nicholas stood outside the elevator gondola and looked at Curt standing in the elevator, his previous resentful look receded slightly, and he continued, "Although you are a monster with a bad personality and inexplicable words and deeds, I don't know what you are thinking. But I still hope you'll help us get those bastards out...... And now I can only rely on you. ”

"I should have told you that I am not a messenger of justice, just an ordinary mercenary who takes money to do things. So it doesn't matter if you say, 'It's up to you' or something like that, you haven't given me money or asked the management office, then it's useless for you to say anything. ”

Curt had no interest in what Nicholas said, just looked at him calmly: "If you have anything you want to ask me for, you can go to the South Wind Tavern in the central square to find the person in charge to officially issue a power of attorney." However, the matter has already been registered with the administration, and I have already received the money. The same delegation can be made by different people, but I can only get one, so you don't need to delegate again. ”

In a single order, the management office will draw about half of the commission, and the remaining half is the mercenary's bounty. As for the repeated entrustment made by multiple people, depending on the solution of the task, the mercenary in charge can only draw at most one copy, and the excess funds will of course only fall into the pocket of the management office.

It is for this reason that most mercenaries are reluctant to take on repetitive tasks alone, and Curt is no exception.

Nicholas gasped and bared his teeth when he accidentally touched the wound during the "......Hiss" operation, "I really can't understand you bastard, should I say it's money or something else?, anyway, I can't make friends with you, it's better not to let me see you again"

He looked up and glared at Curt, then limped away.

"I don't plan to be friends with you, but I dare say that this is certainly not the last time we will meet, and if this matter is not resolved, we will definitely have a lot of opportunities to meet. ”

Looking at his back, Curt waved his hand casually, saying goodbye to him.

The elevator door shut, and then a terrifying sound slowly rose.

"Nicholas was a good boy—just not fit to work in a crowd like ours. He's too serious and can't handle too much pressure. Perhaps, maybe he wants to be a good gang member, but such a dedication is not necessarily a good thing for him. ”

As if in an exclamation, the operator, who stood as straight as a flagpole, muttered to himself, and Curt, who was leaning against the inner wall of the elevator, ignored him and yawned to himself.

Moments later, the elevator went up to the fifteenth floor. When I opened the door, my nose was filled with the smell of some kind of incense. Lily-shaped lamps are inlaid on the walls, with a gentle light, and the vases decorated by the road are luxurious, with bright flowers inside, and the neat walls are hung with decorative paintings of a strange style.

The floor was very quiet, and the height made the hustle and bustle of the city untouched, and there was no one in the dark foyer, except for the bright lights cast through the cracks in the doors at the end of the passageway.

Walking to the gate with Curt, the operator moved half a step away and gave Curt the way to the inside: "This is it, the boss is waiting for you inside." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the black door that he pointed to suddenly opened from the inside, and a young man sweating profusely ran out of it. The unknown elevator operator couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately retreated to the door, his face slightly stiff.

After a brief grooming, Curt stepped in the door—a rather spacious study with elegant wooden furniture all around. The heavy tome is neatly arranged on several bookshelves against the wall, and the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the door provide a complete view of part of the city.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window was a man in the prime of life, with a thinning of the light-colored hair on his head. Although he is not tall, he has a very strong physique in terms of shoulders and waist. It was still a hot summer, but he was wearing a red woolen scarf and a high-end suit.

"You're Curt Leonster?" I saw the man turn his back to Curt, took out a cigarette and lit a fire, "Originally, it was a guy introduced by Carl Rota, I thought it was some kind of monster with fifty heads and one hundred arms, but I didn't expect it to be just an ordinary human." ”

The high-priced tobacco has a unique flavor and a faint smoke fills the air. He turned, a pair of cold eyes staring into Curt's slightly narrowed eyes. It was then that Curt saw a horrific scar on his face, stretching from his left eyebrow to his right cheek near his ear.

"I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations. ”

Curt pursed his lips and sneered at the man's taunt, "But I'm not here to meet your expectations, Mr. Calette Colleras. I'm here for work, and I think Carl Rotta should have made it clear to you on the call, right?"

"Ah, yes. According to Carl Rota, you are an experienced mercenary and have a mission completion rate of almost one hundred percent. But as a mercenary, you are also an unqualified individual, willfully accepting or rejecting missions, and the requirements for mission conditions are quite demanding. ”

He squinted and took a puff of tobacco, the smoke filled with harmful gases wafting around.

"Probably. ”

He approached Curt slightly, and the smell of tobacco wafted into Curt's nose: "But we don't like people with personality like you - all we need is obedience, and we prefer to use unstable factors like you as a help...... Let me teach you what respect and order are. ”

Curt was unimpressed by his claims and ignored her threats: "Carl Rota would like to thank you for your help, my job is to investigate the 'blue eyes', and you, as for you, to find a way to stop them from continuing to act further with the threats they have been threatening your organization." ”

The implication is that Curt and them are only temporarily forming a community of interests. If they were still unwilling to cooperate on this basis, then he would not be thinking about helping the Slots. After that, it has nothing to do with any further violations of their members or associates.

How do you choose?

Curt's slightly narrowed eyes opened, and he stabbed straight at the Slots in front of him.

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