The moon slightly revealed a small half of its face from the shadows, and the broken moon lying across the sky as always shines on the streets with lights above the sky.

Nicolas, who was walking beside Curt, turned around frequently for some reason, but in the end he was finally guided by Curt seriously. While walking, he was muttering: "It's really...what am I doing? Why do I have to take you to see the boss?"

Curt yawned again, deafing Nicolas' complaints. He took a step forward and slowly followed Nicolas on the street. Nicolas, who had been in the old town for a long time, was familiar with these roads, and he immediately took Curt away from the labyrinth alley.

The heavy night had completely fallen, and the sky was shrouded in the afterglow of the crimson purple sunset. Only the vague outlines of the tall buildings in the distance were left. The two of them walked together, and soon they walked to the main road with a little popularity.

Through the street lights that were not bright enough, the expression of the Slott gangster who seemed to be losing his temper disappeared from Nicolas' slightly unshaven face. He frowned and his mouth was muttering in a low voice, and his thoughtful side face made him look like he had become another person.

After passing through a street intersection, the two of them came from the alley to the main road. Looking along the road, they could see the guard building with some fantasy monster stone statues standing in front of the door. People from the workplace returned to the residence gathered on the street, making the street a little crowded.

Cott, who felt that there was still a lot of road ahead, looked at the depressed Nicolas and spoke to break the silence between the two: "I am the iron-level mercenary Curt Ryanster, who belongs to the Mercenary Management Office. We still have a while to go next, so how about you introduce yourself?

"Nicolas..." Hearing Curt's words, Nicolas stopped. His scarred face was full of awkwardness. Although he seemed a little confused, he still called him, "My name is Nicolas Sabo. As for identity and other things... you only need to know that I am a Slot."

Curt looked at the awkward Nicolas with a funny look and smiled again: "Ha, Nicolas Sabo of the Slots, right? Then we will meet each other from today. If you have any trouble, you can come to the Mercenary Management Office to find me. I have no regional discrimination."

"The biggest trouble now is you!"

Nicolas, who got the answer, looked straight at Curt with an extremely unhappy look, stamped his feet angrily, and then took a big step forward without looking back. Curt, who was left behind, laughing and walking with him to the main road across the old city.

The two men, who seemed to be of little age, kept a distance between not far and near, slowly walked slowly. Nicolas, covered in wounds, strided across the block, and Curt, who was following him, laughed loudly without any image. Their backs undoubtedly attracted the attention of many passers-by.

A small river flows slowly, which is a tributary of the river in the suburbs of the city. It divides the old city into two areas. The one where Curt is located is familiar to people as a gathering place for civilians, and the other side is connected with a corner of the upper-level residential area that has developed quite prosperously, with the overall tone tending toward black and white.

A bridge of a steel and concrete building spans the banks of the river, and the cold building materials make a boring structure. Nicolas, standing by the bridge, turned around and looked behind Curt. Curt, who was puzzled, also turned around and looked around, but there was nothing worth caring about except for a few pedestrians and motor vehicles.

After getting off the bridge, I turned right, and the sound of the rapid flow of the river flowed into my ears. The river separates the old city and also separates the boundaries between the new and the old - this side is lined with modern buildings, and opposite is an old medieval complex.

"Lynster, do you still remember Goles? Goles Vannis." Walking less than half a step in front of Curt, Nicolas spoke in a chill, his tone was a little annoyed, "It was the fat man who took those people to chase you today and then was knocked unconscious by you."

It turns out that his name is Goles... If it weren't for Nicolas mentioning it, Curt wouldn't know his name at all. Among those gangsters, his performance could be considered remarkable. After using that kind of potion, it seemed that only he had left a little thinking ability.

Since Nicolas mentioned it, maybe he had something to say. Thinking of this, Curt nodded and said, "Although I don't know his name, I still have an impression of his motivation - if he didn't use that kind of medicine, he would probably be the most durable among those people."

"Well... Although he has a bad temper and is very impatient, he is indeed a trustworthy person. Speaking of which, he should be considered my direct junior. After joining the group, he basically kept moving with me. Unexpectedly, he was plotting against by those guys this time..."

Hearing the unwillingness in Nicolas's words, Curt quickly walked to him and looked at him and said, "I know you are in conflict with other groups now, but I don't know what is going on between you and them. The problem is, have you never thought about what can you do?"

"It's because I thought about it but found that I couldn't do anything, so I was unwilling to give up!" He gritted his teeth and looked at Curt angrily, "We have been in conflict with those bastards for several months, but we are fooled by them like fools, and we can't do anything!"

"How can people as strong as you understand it! We - even the boss - are all played with and applauded by those blue-eyed bastards and that 'warz beast'! Over the past few months, it has been unbearable every day. Even if you say, 'You must find those bastards and kill them!', you are also afraid that the next person who is dug out of your internal organs will be yourself! You always feel that it will be easier to clean them up with the mechanic gun at once - but we all know that even if you have a mechanic gun, those monsters that cannot be beaten can still be beaten!"

"Hahaha, then what?"

Looking at Nicolas yelling loudly at the top of his lungs, Curt suddenly smiled contemptuously.

"It's really interesting, Nicolas. As far as I know, before the guys who attacked you appeared, they had been trying to use violence to suppress those hard-working residents every day, but you guys. Then you who always pursue the precepts of the jungle should have been mentally prepared to be swallowed by stronger groups as food - why are you now becoming a victim's face?"

"Well……"

Nicolas, who was ridiculed by Curt, was stunned for a moment and couldn't even continue to speak.

"The Slots are evildoers, speculators, and gangsters - do you think I would say that?" Curt's gentle smile remained the same, but in Nicolas's eyes, it really changed a bit. "At least I know that in addition to you who have become gangsters, there are many Slots immigrants working in the corner of this city. These unknown but hard-working Slots are the objects I should protect."

Nicolas, who was watched with condescending eyes, had a layer of cold sweat all over his body, and his dry throat trembled twice. Now he was like a frog staring at by a snake, with invisible pressure covering his whole body, and he couldn't even move a little.

"Persist in the prey on the weak, and then sigh at your weakness when you are treated with the same attitude by others? Why don't you put away your boring self-sadness quickly and take me to see your boss."

He didn't care about Nicolas's feelings at all, and Curt criticized him mercilessly.

"You have to know one thing-I am not involved in this matter because I am a messenger of justice, otherwise you will also appear in my cleaning plan. I am just a mercenary, I am taking money to do business, and someone hired me to investigate this matter, so I came, it's that simple."

After Curt shifted his sight,

Nicolas, who was staring at him fiercely, was finally freed from the pressure. He stood up straight and shouted suddenly: "Tsk, I understand! To put it bluntly, you are just a bastard who is jealous of money! OK - I will take you to see the boss right now, right?"

He stepped on the ground hard, and his weak expression disappeared from Nicolas's face in an instant. After yelling for a few words, he trotted and distanced Cott, and rushed to the street leading to the high-rise buildings in the distance. His short figure was drowned in the sea of ​​people for a moment.

As Nicolas turned the detour leading to a building with a rather stylish outer layer, Curt quietly looked behind him. From the time he was on the bridge, a black motor vehicle was parked not far behind him. The characteristic carriage made it difficult to remember its image.

Seeing Nicolas running far away, the black car started, and turned around the main road for a few minutes, and disappeared in a short while. When passing by Cott, Cott wanted to see who was in the car, but the reflective paint of the window made him unable to see the passengers inside.

Curt stared at the direction where the car disappeared suspiciously, probably not an illusion... The car has been watching the movements of him and Nicolas since the beginning. Nicolas should have noticed that although this gangster looks rough, he is very sensitive in some places.

Following the direction Nicolas ran far in memory, he could see him waiting in front of a building in a corner of the West District after walking a few hundred meters. There was also a grand fountain in the parking lot in front of the main entrance. Under the night lights, the water shining with glory continued to overflow.

Walking through the parking lot, the ten-story stone steps connected to a pure black door. Although the decoration mosaic tiles are old, they are well maintained. Beside the door are beautifully decorated flower pots. There are also several Slotte-born guards in high-end uniforms guarding the main entrance.

This is a grand building that has nothing to do with the "little gangster".
Chapter completed!