Ordinary people will have some weaknesses in them to a greater or lesser extent, and once such weaknesses are detected by his enemies, they will always become a tool for the enemy to coerce and lure him.

The most swayed are those who are greedy for fame and fortune, and who can easily work for those "friendly new friends" as long as they give them those things they desire as small "gifts". If their current camp can't meet their needs, they will soon change their attitude.

Those who stand by their beliefs, or fight to defend something, are more difficult to shake. They may have the consciousness to dedicate themselves to their beliefs, but when they have to protect something, that thing often becomes their Achilles' heel.

Originally, they were working to protect something, fighting to protect them...... But the thing that was supposed to be guarded was already under threat from the other side, and presumably no warrior could keep calm at this time, even if their minds told them that they had to continue fighting, they were often powerless.

Curt didn't see himself as the kind of hero who could be hailed as a "lone warrior" or a "man without weaknesses," and he didn't think he could—or necessary—to be a hero. He was just an ordinary man who lived an ordinary life every day like most mortals.

The question is, how could an ordinary person deal with the various forces entrenched in Catlis City all day long? Even if he didn't care about it, he had inadvertently accumulated a little fame as a mercenary, and these fame often made him the object of attention of some other people.

So it's now. All this accumulated fame turned into this envelope with the "blue eye" emblem and delivered to Curt through the hand of the young man in front of him. Even if Curt doesn't think he's a person to be coerced and enticed, the person who wrote the letter clearly doesn't think so.

"Greetings, to Mr. Leinster, who has worked so hard.

Dear Mr. Curt Leonster, we are some of your friends. Yes, friend, maybe you can choose to call us the 'True Eye' - or whatever else you like. A name is just a code name, it doesn't matter what you call it, does it?

We've heard in recent times that you're looking into something about us, and we sincerely hope it's just a minor misunderstanding. Maybe you think that only the truth can protect you. But we have to tell you that sometimes staying away from the truth is the right choice. ”

After reading the first two paragraphs, Curt almost laughed.

The name "True Eye". It is quite similar to François's "Wise Eye". He'd been calling the group "Blue Eyes" for a long time, and he had almost forgotten that the group should have an official name - but judging by their attitude, it didn't seem to take the name of their organization very seriously.

If you don't consider that the identity of the person who sent this letter is now your enemy, judging from the choice of words and words, I still think that these people are quite cultivated.

The question is...... A group of cultivated people. Will it be done to ordinary citizens who can be said to be completely innocent? Except maybe the Slots. None of them used direct lethal means, but judging from their current appearance, they definitely didn't care about these groups.

Curt glanced at the text, which was all typewritten on a typewriter, and the author's handwriting was not at all. So he turned to look at the young man who was still standing in front of him and asked, "Thank you very much for sending this letter to me, but I want to ask - who asked you to send it?"

Looking at Curt's white blue face in the backlight, coupled with those black and godless eyes, it is really easy to be intimidating. Although Curt has tried to make his tone appear gentle. But the young man in front of him was still startled by his sick face, and took a step back in horror.

"Uh...... Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to say anything, I just wanted to say hello to him. ”

Most of the street boys living in the Old Town don't come from good families, so it's not surprising that they should be wary of Curt. Thinking of this, Curt also had no choice but to smile bitterly, took out some change from his pocket and stuffed it into the young man's hand and said, "Come, this is your reward." ”

For these street boys, they are really rich and have everything, and after receiving the change sent by Curt, the boy's expression suddenly lit up.

"It was at that corner of the street that I turned into the park that a tall man in a black suit stopped me, and he asked me to bring this letter to you, Mr. Leinster, and said that he hoped you would do as it was said." ”

The boy turned and pointed to the street behind him, where only hurried passers-by remained. The "tall man in the black suit" he was talking about had long since disappeared. Of course, Curt didn't think that the guy who had sent him the letter would be standing still waiting to be identified.

Looking at the teenager who was running away with a few coins in his hand, Curt casually found a coffee shop on the side of the road and began to see what the letter said. I also knew what the tall man who had asked the boy to deliver the letter meant by "doing what the letter said."

After asking the clerk for the cheapest cup of coffee, Curt's eyes returned to the contents of the letter that he had just read at random on the street.

"You may think that we are just a gang trying to disturb the existing order in the city of Catrice, but we must tell you unequivocally - Mr. Leinster, that you are wrong. We don't want to destroy the city, but we want to get him back on the right path in the maelstrom of chaos.

Because of those stupid guys, after the war, this beautiful land has fallen into unprecedented chaos. The righteous are suffering, and they are getting through every day of their labor. And those wicked unrighteous people walk proudly on this land that does not belong to them, and oppress the true owner of this land. ”

Sure enough, Curt had already guessed what those men were going to say, two pages full of nonsense emphasizing their own righteousness - it almost rotted their ears. If what they do is based on "justice" and insist on their so-called legitimacy, then what they should do is not to launch terrorist attacks against civilians, but to establish charitable foundations.

"Here, Mr. Leinster, we would like to ask you one thing—what do you think of this Catrice, and even of this Dominion of Osattaria?

In the places where the so-called 'upper class' lived, the lights were enough to illuminate the night sky, but in the old town, the hard-working workers and the poor could only endure a pitiful glimmer of light! The gold in the homes of the outsiders could almost build walls, but the people who produced the wealth were skinny!

And you, Mr. Leinst, we were surprised to learn that you were just an iron-level mercenary in the Mercenary Administration! A soldier as good as you, such an excellent investigator, could only be an ordinary iron-level mercenary in the Mercenary Administration, receiving a paltry salary.

Do you think that such treatment is fair?

Moreover, we have learned something about your sister, Miss Lizzie Leinst, who seems to have recovered from a long illness and is to-day enrolled in the third class of the theory department of Catrice College.

My valued sister has finally been able to leave home and live a normal life, Mr. Leinster, you must hope that she can live every day and not get hurt by some small things, right?"

Almost exactly the same attitude as Dean François had when he tried Curt, these people were nothing more than a few tricks when it came to seducing others. Some sensational language and seemingly lucrative rewards are used to stir up the minds of the seduced and create flaws, but that's all.

The slight focus in this pile of words is probably about Lizzie. Judging from the information revealed in the few words of this letter, it seems that Lizzie has also become the object of their attention. Although Curt didn't know how much they had mastered, if they dared to threaten themselves with Liqi, they must have only known a rough idea. Otherwise, they would definitely consider threatening Curt with the mercenary management office or something.

"Yes, we want to protect not only you, but also this qiē that you hold dear.

We want to be friends with you, and we want you to be our friends. We will give a lot for our friends - and we will give more for our enemies. Whether we are friend or foe will depend solely on your choice.

Dear Mr. Leinster, if you would like to be our friend, please go to McCullender by eight o'clock tomorrow evening. Enclose the entire contents of the letter in a blue envelope, without stamps, in the red mailbox at the junction of Filly and Hyde Streets.

Trust us, we're far more powerful than you think.

From your friends, True Eyes. ”

kept talking about protection, but after reading the content of the letter, it was obvious that "if you don't want to be our friends, then we have to destroy the things you cherish". It's not so much a persuasion as a threat to him to do what they say.

Those who go along with the other prosper, and those who go against the other die—is this a friend?

Curt had a disdainful smile on his lips, he hadn't heard of any "friend" saying such a thing to their "friend" in such a threatening tone. The tone of the letter seemed smooth and friendly, but the dense lead letters that were arranged were undoubtedly threatening.

Curt dared to insist that if he didn't do what they wanted, it wouldn't be long before he would be the target of this mob. At that time, not only him, but everyone or group involved with him will be within the threat range of this group of self-proclaimed "True Eyes".

So, what's next? (To be continued!)

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