The other day, an official who brokered a quest behind me and Bix named me Moyes.
"Hey, Slade."
"Hi."
He apparently liked Bix for killing his old buddy because of me. Since then, I've had my job mediated several times.
I don't even have to say trust, but you trust me these days.
More often than not, all the humans doing the back-run are bad guys.
This Moyes was a person of his kind, too.
It's a different story from his work and his personality.
To live, for money, we all have no choice but to do the job.
"It's not such a delicious day."
"Was it"
The job you mediated was cheaper by my standards, but here was a lot of expensive work.
And every job, the Welger Chamber of Commerce still had something to do with it.
Moyes leaves the quest votes on the counter with a brief explanation of this.
"- So, this is the capture of the prize neck.... and this one is-"
"Bounty neck?
"Oh. You didn't say. Hang a bounty on a particular human being, and if you catch or kill him, you get a bounty, well, it's the job as it is. It's a little different from the job of assassination, whoever kills it."
"Yeah."
I don't care if Moyes starts explaining the quest again, I'll read the details of the "Bounty Neck Binding" quest.
――――――――――――――――
· Sweepstakes: 4 million Age: 20s Gender: Male Eyes: Black
· Underground Arena Destruction
· Other information
There are multiple names. Harmel, Loran, Bjorn, Leon, Kruga, etc. High usage
Possess skills in the recognition inhibitory system
――――――――――――――――
... you mean me.
I also have a writer...... I suck at paintings, and now you won't notice if I expose my face.
My client was probably an associate of that underground arena.
They bought rebellion from a human being who was rinsing sweet honey over there.
But... how do you know my skills?
How do you know I have more than one pseudonym? I don't think so. It's all a hit, I've used it, and the usage rate is high, as it says.
……
"What's up, Slade? You liked that?
To the extent that I'm not unnatural, I'm going to moise the fact-checking.
First, the underground arena seemed to be the one Leena took care of, where she messed up the event and was looking for the man who destroyed the arena.
I'm not the one who destroyed it, but sooner or later it was meant to be, so it would be within error.
"Dead or Alive - Life or Death... You can bring him in alive, or you can kill him and show us the evidence"
"I see. Underground Arena...... If I tell my client, will you take me with you?"
I asked Moyes in white.
I'm sorry, but I'm not doing it anymore.
I guess.
"I'm talking about not having fun without an abusive hobby... that sounds intriguing. Unusual."
Moyes glanced at me and gathered all the paperwork in hand.
"I thought maybe, so I checked. I'll be honest. As a matter of fact, my people got a terrible look there..."
I had a sinking face and lay my eyes down.
I'm pretty sure Leena was going to be horrible over there. That could have happened if you hadn't reunited with me. So, there's no lie to it.
I didn't make it clear, so you'd mistake it for dead.
"Right..." Moyes said, slowing down his voice.
"It's something I didn't think I'd hear about in this way, with. My client seems to be on the operational side of the arena... and if I can, I want to avenge him."
In order to enhance the credibility of his remarks, he acted with movements of voice, expression and gaze.
Take a long sigh like Moyes is in trouble.
"Because deception and killing are superior worlds..."
Stuff and snuff, knocking on the counter with a tongue in your finger belly.
"... this is me talking to myself..."
"I decide not to ask"
Moyes seems to be in a bad mood for his strong side.
"My client is a former nobleman of Baden. Former Count Ben Amstel"
Isn't it surprising that that underground arena was full of upper-class people?
Now the Duchy of Badenhark hears that all the pre-war nobles have been dismantled in order to adopt a parliamentary system.
How did he know about me?
When I took my seat, I was called out of my back.
"Slade. This quest, sucks. I feel that way. Don't stick your neck too deep."
Without looking back, I left my back guild behind.
Closer to the kingdom of Ferrind, I was coming to a rural town in the northwest of the Duchy of Badenhark.
According to the Queen of the Principality of Badenhark, Leyte, former Count Ben Amstel was a nobleman who territory an area close to the Kingdom of Felind, even in the Principality of Badenhark.
"He's serious and warm."
And Reite said.
I can't say for sure that's generally the case because there's a back and a table, but from the queen, she showed it to such a person.
The more I talked to him, the more I knew he had nothing to do with me.
I thought he was an old client, but he didn't.
Currently, its former Count says he lives in this town, which was made a territory.
To the city of Emir, where the entrance to the underground arena was located, is it like two hours by carriage?
A resident man has spoken casually about how strangers are rare because it is a rural town.
At last, I asked where the former Count was.
"If you're Amstel, you live in a mansion in the back of the street."
When I gave him a little chip, the resident man told me about the lord.
Like Layte said, he seems to be a warm, serious person.
I'll thank you and go for the mansion you taught me.
The town itself is small, so the house, which is about two times bigger than other private houses, was quickly figured out.
Because of its appearance and building construction, it doesn't seem to break a bone to break in.
When I had a vision of the Lord's chamber, I felt three heterogeneous signs.
Probably an escort.
……
Can I say it's a mark trying to hide the signs?
Only then could I grasp more or less the power.
Skill activated.
Kick the ground at that moment and run up the outer wall with one foot in a fly.
In one blink of time, he broke into the mansion without being distracted.
Find one man who looks like an escort walking down the hall.
He snuck up perfectly on his totally alarmed back and pulled out the knife the man had hidden.
I covered my mouth and nose with my hands from behind - I finally noticed the enemy (me) but it was slow - and I pierced my heart with a knife that I clutched backwards.
Make sure it's out of stock and bring the body into the room.
When I fished for the body, I found out that I was making assassinations a business out of my belongings.
"Don't hide any signs. We need to assimilate them around us."
As I crushed into the body and went out into the hallway, two men approached me from both ends.
Even if you don't notice me, do you realize my people are dead?
They both have dark eyes. I missed that eye somewhere.
I feel signs of using my skills on the left and right.
As the man's hand on the right reached this way, he grabbed the ceiling lights. The outstretched arm shrinks and falls from the top with every knife erected.
The man on the left approached running through walls and ceilings.
"Good skill."
Activate the 'Shadow Thin' skill again.
As you move from the falling point of the man falling from the top, you can see the man's eyeballs moving from left to right. They lost me.
You guessed it was bad, trying to reach out one hand and grab the window frame and move it forcefully.
But it's too late.
its side head and stab the knife precisely. There was a response where the tip pierced the bone and reached the brain.
A desperate man rolls down the hallway like a thing.
"I can't believe I pinpointed the side head of a moving target - and even though it's a first glance skill and attack -!?"
Another man, who accidentally spoke out, was found to get lost for a moment in continuing the attack or fleeing.
No matter how much you train, this is usually what happens if you see an overwhelming power difference.
I couldn't have missed that comma for less than a second.
Throw a knife without getting in your hair.
Dosun, and stood to be sucked into the chest of the man standing on the wall.
"It's like an adult and a child..."
That was the man's last word.
"That was our first look at each other's skills. When unexpected happens, real strength is called into question."
Number of places and calmness. This time, I had a day long. That's all.