The sun was still as hot as it shone through the narrow sky on the high walls into the alleys. Time was approaching noon, and the smell of spices was floating in the air.

After the three men in the same cheap suit left, the corner at the end of the alley suddenly became empty. Curt and the woman looked at each other speechlessly, as if there was an atmosphere of "the person who spoke first lost", and the scene suddenly became a little awkward.

After a while, the woman couldn't stand the frozen air and spoke: "Okay, this mercenary gentleman who doesn't know his name, what's the matter with me? I've agreed in advance that it's not time for work now, so I won't provide any services."

Maybe it was because the anger she felt when she was arguing with those people just now, and now she spoke with a sarcastic scent, and she didn't have the charm of taking on business in the back street of Nanfeng Tavern - no, maybe this expression is her real side now.

"In fact, I'm just passing by. I'll hear you when I walk around here." Looking at the woman with an unhappy expression, Curt suddenly laughed, "I don't seem to know your name, and I don't remember any special service I've purchased from you."

Curt has never taken care of her job, and because of this, Curt has been teased by her as "uncomfortable". If you want to say that she has bought something from this woman, you may only spend money to inquire about the market rumors from her several times.

"A name or something... just call me Rebecca."

The woman curled her lips in anger, and in an instant she turned into a smile and scolded: "Although you, a mercenary, is willing to spend more money than to let me serve you in one go in order to buy some useless things. In this regard, I don't hate dealing with you - by the way, what's your name? I've already told you my name, and as a gift, you should also tell me the name."

He said seriously, "This is an equivalent exchange!", and the woman - Rebeca's mood seemed to have stabilized. Thinking about it, she had bought information with her several times, and she didn't even know what she called her, Curt also felt funny. He and she had never had enough money to know each other, so naturally there was no need to know each other.

"The 'iron' class mercenary belonging to the Mercenary Management Office, Curt Ryanster, undertakes almost all tasks from mushroom picking to investigating mysterious organizations." There is actually no need to keep this information confidential, and the information he purchased is just some nonsense that roams among the poor. "In addition to the tasks that require a long trip, you can come to the management office to ask me, but there is no discount."

After briefly introducing himself and advertising, Curt asked Rebecca: "Then why are you getting involved with those Slots? Look at their outfits, which gang member should be. I think you should be a little bit far from the world they live in."

Rebeca's face suddenly became ugly when asked about this question.

"It's not because of money - if I can, I don't want to get involved with those madmen who are shooting randomly with mechanic guns." She looked fiercely at the direction where the three men left, "Forget it, it's not a way to say it here, go to my room and talk."

As she said that, she pointed to the stairs leading to the quarantine building next to her.

"So you live in this kind of place."

Curt looked up at the dilapidated old house. The crooked body casts heavy black shadows in the summer sun. When I looked at it from a distance, I felt that this room was uncomfortable, but now it feels more obvious when I get close to it. In the old town with an unusually large number of strange buildings, this building also looks particularly weird, and it emits an unpleasant feeling all over my body.

Many places in the old city have become hotbeds of various horror stories before the World War, such as Curt and Liqi's homes. This house is old and located at the end of such a winding alley. Although the geographical location is barely good, it seems deserted.

Squeak-

The door made a sound that was about to fall, and was closed by Rebeca.

After entering the Miju Building, I almost fell into darkness. The space was quite depressing. The low ceiling, walls covered with decolorized wallpaper, and the black and white mosaic tiles floor. The warm sunlight shone through the only window in the corridor, dyeing the thin and dark corridor with a slight light.

Rebecca, who didn't care much, replied casually: "What's wrong with it? The rent is also very cheap anyway."

Suddenly, a person appeared in the darkness beside him.

The speaker was a very energetic boy, holding a large bag of cloth pockets that couldn't understand what was in his hand. His dark brown hair was not very conspicuous in the dark, but his green eyes looked shiny, and his face was full of green feeling was freckles.

He saluted a little funny and said, "Ah, Miss Rebecca, you're back!"

He was obviously a boy, but his voice was still changing, and he sounded like a girl. He handed the bag in his hand to Rebeca's hand. The cloth bag looked bulging, and all kinds of things filled the bag quite well. The one on the top was a new furry doll.

"This is what my mother asked me to give to you, saying that it was the reward for Ruili's puppet last time."

"Thank you, Niti." Rebecca replied simply and seriously, and took the cloth pocket handed over by the boy named Niti. "Please say thank you to Miss Phinia for me."

Before Rebecca could finish his greeting, the boy opposite him became silly. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to organize the language and decided to turn his head and stop talking. Even in the dark aisle, he could see the blush on his face.

Curt wanted to come forward to say hello to him, but unexpectedly, the expression on the boy's face suddenly became stiff when he saw Curt, and even the blush on his face disappeared.

He looked at Rebecca and stammered, "That, uh, Miss Rebecca... Mom seems to have said to me, we can't bring you here, uh, that, the customer is here, right? Can this gentleman wait here for a while, and wait for you to put the things before..."

"Calm down, Niti, he is not my 'customer'."

Without him finishing, Rebecca knew what the boy in front of her had thought of, and she couldn't laugh at all. She interrupted the boy who was helpless and stammering and trying to explain Curt's identity to the little boy who was passing by.

"Well, I am indeed not her 'customer'. If you want to say it, she should be my 'customer'."

On the other side, when she realized that she had been misunderstood, Curt smiled bitterly and explained.

He put the badge representing the identity of a mercenary in front of the little boy and showed it to prove his identity: "I am the 'iron'-level mercenary, Curt Leinster, Rebecca, under the Mercenary Management Office, and I wanted to entrust me some things, so I came here with her."

Among the lower class, mercenaries are still relatively popular - because of some troublesome and low-paid jobs, only mercenaries are willing to do. In a sense, mercenaries have replaced the image of "guardian" represented by the security team. Young people in this class have a good view of mercenaries.

Once the identity certificate is released, the effect will be immediate.

"Oh, are you a mercenary too? You're still an iron-level!" Nitti glanced at Curt before, and his eyes became much more friendly. "Then you go and help Miss Rebecca first. I'll talk to my mother, saying that a mercenary has arrived and I'll record the visitors."

After saying that, he ran towards the half-closed door of the house.

Looking at his back, Rebecca could only shout to him, "Be careful to see the road, don't fall." Then she took the cloth bag Niti gave her and climbed the stone steps.

"Is this kid from the administrator's house?"

Curt saw Niti running away shouting, "Mom, Mom, Miss Rebecca brings a mercenary back." He walked into the half-closed door and looked up at Rebecca who was about to walk through the stairs.

"Yes, Niti is the son of the administrator's family. The four of them are all good people. He also has a sister named Ruili." Rebecca smiled gently, "The one responsible for managing the house is his mother Phinia. As for his father, he is also a mercenary - maybe you may know him."

No wonder the boy became friendly all of a sudden, but he still didn't know the mercenaries he knew? Curt dared not say that he knew all the mercenaries, especially the premise that there were quite a few mercenaries living nearby.

but--

"It seems they know your profession, too?"

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as administrators forbid Rebeca from bringing “customers” back.

"Ah, I know - it's not a secret in fact."

The structure of each floor of this not-so-spacious building is a stairwell that rotates upwards. On the corridor slightly behind, the doors of several rooms stand opposite each other. The corridor is very dark. As he said this, Rebecca stretched his hands against the wall and climbed the stairs in one breath.

"The people living in this building range from people like me to smugglers and other things. After all, the rent is cheap and there is no need for identity proof. The administrator's family just asks us not to bring career-related matters into the house except for not asking about the identity of the residents."

Rebecca muttered quietly that the previous world war caused many misfortunes. But even if it was unfortunate and faced various difficulties, everyone still helped each other to live together.

Not long after, Rebecca, carrying something, took Curt to the third floor of the building. After opening the faded green door of the room to the left, the two of them were greeted by-

"Mother!"

A little girl who jumped on Rebeca.
Chapter completed!