Suppose such a situation.

If one day, when someone came home, he found that the well-locked door was opened and the traces of others entering were quite obvious. After he entered the room, he saw that the cabinet was turned over inside and out, and the things that should have been placed in a fixed place also had traces of moving...

When you see this scene, what do you think he will react?

If the uninvited guest who caused all this did not leave early, he sat in the center of the room with a calm look on his face, looking at the owner of the room who was walking in with interest... No matter how you look at it, probably no one would give this guy he had never met, right?

However, the old man did not get angry immediately, but looked cautiously at the young man sitting on the steel pipe chair with a slightly bent body. He did not dare to take it lightly at all. After all, the short and fat doctor's concern would be so fast that he was somewhat unexpected.

When he saw Hermia appearing in the ward, he expected someone to come to his office to rummage through the cabinets, but now he noticed that the other party’s target was himself.

"Good afternoon for two."

Curt had a gentle smile on his face, and he said hello casually as if he met an old friend. Maybe he wanted to show his sincerity, but in the eyes of the two people with dark ghosts, his smile seemed quite malicious from that angle, which made them even more alert.

"Who is this guy you? What are you doing here?"

Although the old man didn't say anything, the short and fat doctor following him could not help but feel uneasy. He immediately shouted at Curt: "This is a private work area and is not open to any unrelated personnel. Please leave immediately - otherwise I will call the guard!"

The presence of Curt, an uninvited guest, made the atmosphere of the entire office sinister, but the fat doctor knew that the old man did not store anything doubtful in his studio. So it was impossible for Curt to find objects that were not good for them in this studio.

"Who am I? I am Curt Ryanster, an ordinary mercenary--now employed by Dean Cruise François." But Curt was not concerned about his words, "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions, I just want to talk to you about something."

The moment he heard Curt's name beep, the fat doctor's face wrinkled, as if he accidentally swallowed a bug while his mouth was wide open. He still remembered the name. After all, he said it from his mouth not long ago, and now the main owner appears in front of him.

Like the short and fat doctor, the old man obviously did not think that Curt had no "malice". Indeed, he looked unarmed - although he might have weapons hidden somewhere on his body - and his posture was not like he could attack immediately, but he was not necessarily the only one who represented.

"Mercenary, Leinster... I've heard of you, even among those 'sword sellers'." After all, it was the mercenary hired by François to conduct investigations. The organization has already shared information. "So, what do you want to talk to us?"

He decided to listen to what Curt wanted to say, after all, he represented Cruise François. He appeared in his office, and François's eyes might have extended to him. If he didn't deal with it properly, the next plan might face huge risks.

"Since you are willing to talk, that's really great."

Curt smiled: "Some people think about fighting and killing all day long, and never think about how to solve problems through negotiation and cooperation. But as a doctor, I think you must know how difficult it is to treat a person than killing him."

Aurus, the father of modern medicine, once said: Killing a person only requires a simple action, while rescuing a dying person requires a lot of work. It also requires a lot of manpower and material resources. Therefore, pacifists represented by him advocate using negotiation and cooperation to solve problems.

The moment he heard Curt say this, the old man's eyes changed - not because he became gentle, but because he showed a little sharpness. A dim murderous intent came out of him, and the air in the office seemed to have decreased several degrees as his attitude changed, making people shivering.

"Don't beat around the bush, what exactly do you want to say."

Cold words popped out of the old man's mouth. He was not only a doctor, but also an excellent spell, and his combat ability made Hermia dare not look down on him. Now that he put on such an attitude, he undoubtedly declared that he was angry at Curt's words and deeds.

But Curt was not sure whether he was a researcher or a healer.

"What do you want to say? I think you already know a rough idea." But Curt did not care about the old man's attitude of leopard change, but continued, "I want to say very simple - I hope you can give up the "plan" that is being operated and break away from the "Eye of True Vision."

After these words were said, the sinister atmosphere became even more dangerous, as if the skin could feel a slight tingling sensation. Sitting on the steel pipe chair, Curt supported his thighs with both hands, and his face still maintained a faint smile, looking at the old man and the short and fat doctor leisurely.

The old man standing at the gate frowned slightly, and his expression, which was covered with a layer of mask, seemed to have never changed, but his eyes were a little more complicated than before he came in. The expression of the short and fat doctor seemed to have solidified, and it looked like he had just taken out of the ice cave.

"Sorry, Mr. Leinster... What is the 'plan' you mentioned? And it's also a break from the 'Eye of True Vision'... Although I have heard friends from the talent dispatch agency mention this organization, I don't know the specific situation. Where did this relationship come from."

After a moment of silence, the old man spoke - but it was a concealment - it seemed that he was planning to pretend to be stupid to the end. Indeed, there was no evidence in Curt's hands that proved that they were related to the Eye of True Vision. He insisted on denying it, but Curt had no choice.

"I thought I could solve the problem with dialogue..." Curt spread his hands helplessly and stood up slowly from the chair. "After all, I don't care about the grudge between you and Dean François, I just want to solve the 'Eye of True View'."

Since the words have been conveyed, it is the other party’s question whether the other party receives it or not. Although Curt and the old man have declared war on the "Eye of True Vision" they belong to, he still hopes to use violence to solve the problem as much as possible - but if the other party wants to fight, he can only war for the other party.

Speaking indifferently, he turned his attention to the old man: "I think I have fulfilled my obligation to notify me in advance, and did not fight without declaring it. If you are unwilling to accept my advice, then I can only say apologize. As for the next thing, I cannot be responsible."

Some people have said that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, especially when it comes to being enemies with extremist organizations like "Eye of True View". But Curt feels that he is not going to be enemies with all the other party, not to mention that this organization is not a solid piece of iron and cannot be divided.

However, this "sincere" negotiation ended before it even began. Curt had to shruggle helplessly and said, "That's it. If this is what you hope, then I can only use my own way to deal with you and your organization."

The old man was unmoved by his regret for Kouyu Curt - perhaps he thought Curt was just bluffing. Even the face of the short and fat doctor who looked a little pale because of seeing Curt calmed down. His tiny eyes were rumbling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mr. Leinster!"

Just as Curt slowly moved to the office door, the old man suddenly called him: "I heard from my friend that the organization called "Eye of True Vision" will seize everyone's weaknesses and threaten and tempt... and will be merciless to those who dare to disobey them."

After a moment of pause... After taking a breath, he continued: "Those who follow others will prosper, and those who die against him - they are the huge organization that devours life. You have only one person, and even if President François is willing to help you, he will not be able to protect the things you cherish at all times. Why do you fight against this organization? As far as I know, mercenaries have the right to choose tasks, and you can completely avoid contact with them."

Is this trying to convince myself to give up this task? When my persuasion failed? Curt, who heard the old man's words, stopped, but did not respond.

"Everyone - no matter you and I - has something that they value, and I think you should be no exception." Seeing that Curt was not moving, the old man continued, "Do you think it is appropriate to expose what you value to for a commission to expose it to danger? As far as I know, smart people will not stand under a building that is about to collapse, even if the building is not going to collapse yet."

Coercion and temptation... This is not the first time.

The old man is worthy of being a member of the "Eye of True Vision", and he is quite skillful in this game. Curt couldn't help but shake his head. Even the person who is good at spells would not subconsciously use spells when he talked. After refusing Curt's persuasion, the old man actually began to use spells to "persuade" Curt.

In an instant, the old man's low voice came from all directions, and the echoing words seemed to fill the entire space, just like the holy words recited in a church, which made people dare not disobey. This is a spell that manipulates people's hearts through language. Although it is not as direct and effective as the mental spell, it is more convenient to cast.

It seems that it is not only me who intends to use dialogue to solve the problem, but the old man is the same - but as a spell, he has used some small tricks. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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