This building is located in a longitudinally-shaped area adjacent to the old city and the upper residential area, surrounded by quite historic tall buildings. Each brick and stone decoration of the building that has been in use for more than decades reveals the unique exaggerated style of the short period of economic expansion before the war.

Before Curt walked slowly, Nicolas had already explained his purpose to the guards, but when he was about to enter through the main entrance, he was still suspiciously gaze of these guards. These Slots went to Curt and silently looked at the items he was carrying.

Among humans, the Slots were not famous for their xenophobia. On the contrary, these commercial nations who initially lived in coastal areas were precisely because they could quickly adapt to the customs of the new region and integrated into the local population. This ability to adapt to diplomacy and transactions allowed their culture to grow and grow.

Most of the Slots living in Katris also give people the feeling of being willing to communicate with others, who are treated well in their work areas and in their communities. But this feeling is gone in these Slot groups gathered in the Old Town.

Secret groups, conservatism, xenophobia, etc., these words seem to have become a portrayal of this special group. After entering this building, the feeling becomes more distinct. Only the Slots work here. Curt, who looks very different from them, walks in such a building like a drop of ink stained on white paper, which is too abrupt and eye-catching.

I don't know what other functions this building has besides being the residence of Nicolas and their "boss". You can see neatly dressed maids busy cleaning, standing quietly waiting for the visitors' call at any time, and there is also a sweet fragrance of freshly baked dessert floating in the air.

Curt slowly walked the corridor, and Nicolas didn't even look at him, and thoughtfully led him to move in the corridor full of expensive art.

No other visitors were seen in the luxuriously decorated buildings. Apart from the servants who were busy with their work, they could only see a few Slottes in the foyer dressed like servants whispering. After seeing Curt following Nicolas, their expressions became even more mysterious.

"I thought you were just gangsters at best, but I didn't expect that the headquarters was set up in such a high-end building... It seems that you have made a lot of money in various activities over the years. But the taste of the person who designed the decorations in it is very questionable."

Curt said jokingly, looking around sarcastically.

The crimson velvet blankets laid on the ground, with white walls painted with golden paint reliefs and ceilings with mirrors, make the corridor feel like it is in the court of aristocratic people in the medieval period. However, the modern style paintings and even abstract paintings decorated on the walls instantly destroyed the unified style.

Having learned to ignore the sarcasm that Curt sometimes spits out casually, Nicolas took Curt to the entrance and exit of an elevator without saying a word. Even though he had already understood the difference in grades, this pure black hydraulic elevator alone was larger than Rebecca's dormitory. Curt curled his lips unexpectedly.

As a Slott man, the elevator operator, whose skin looked a little black, said a few words to Nicolas in Slott. In a flash, Nicolas's face turned pale. He took two steps back and said a few words intermittently in Slott, then lowered his head.

"Leinster--You're called this?"

In private, he muttered "What a strange last name", and the elevator operator looked at Curt and said, "Nicolas has something else to deal with, so I will continue to act next. The boss is already waiting for you, please hurry up - he doesn't like waiting for someone."

"Ahhh, I get it."

Curt, who was indifferent, yawned without any concealment and walked into the elevator in a few steps. The operator following behind looked back and looked down at Nicolas, who was silent. He just shook his head gently, and pressed the button marked on the tenth floor without saying a word.

"Court Ryanster..." Nicolas stood outside the elevator cabin and looked at Curt standing in the elevator. His previous resentment faded slightly. He continued, "Although you are a monster with bad personalities, I don't understand what you are thinking. But I still hope you can help us pull out those bastards... and now I can only rely on you."

"I should have told you that I am not a messenger of justice, but a mercenary who is too ordinary to do things. So no matter you, a little devil, say 'It's only up to you' or something similar, you have not given me money or made a commission to the management office, then nothing you say is useless."

Curt had no interest in what Nicolas said, but just looked at him calmly: "If you have anything to ask me, you can go to the Nanfeng Tavern in Central Square to find the person in charge to formally issue a power of attorney. However, this matter has been registered with the management office, and I have already collected the money. The same commission can be made by different people, but I can only receive one, so there is no need for you to entrust it again."

During a single commission, the management office will withdraw about half of the commission, and the remaining half will be the bounty of the mercenaries. However, the repeated commissions proposed by many people, depending on the degree of task resolution, the responsible mercenaries can only withdraw at most one, and of course the excess funds will only fall into the pocket of the management office.

It is precisely for this reason that most mercenaries are unwilling to accept repetitive tasks alone, and Curt is no exception.

"Hiss..." When he was acting, he accidentally touched the wound. Nicolas took a breath and said with a grin, "I really can't understand you, a bastard. Should I say it's a jealous person or something? No matter what, I can't make friends with you, it's best not to let me see you again."

He raised his head and glared at Curt, limping and leaving.

"I don't plan to make friends with you, but I dare say that this is definitely not the last time we meet. If this matter is not resolved, we will definitely have many opportunities to meet."

Looking at his back, Curt waved his hand casually, saying goodbye to him.

The elevator door closed, and then a terrifying sound slowly rose.

"Nicolas is a good kid - but not very suitable for working in a group like us. He is too serious and can't bear too much pressure. Maybe, maybe wanting to be a good gang member, just such persistence may not be a good thing for him."

As if he was sighing, the operator standing straight as a flagpole muttered to himself. Curt, who was leaning against the inner wall of the elevator, ignored him and yawned on his own.

After a while, the elevator rose to the fifteenth floor. After opening the door, the nose was filled with a certain smell of incense. Lily-style lamps were embedded on the wall, emitting a gentle light. The vases decorated beside the road were very luxurious, with bright flowers inside, and the neat walls were decorated with weird decorative paintings.

This floor is very quiet, and the height makes the hustle and bustle of the city have no chance of this place. There is no one in the dark foyer, only bright lights are cast between the cracks of the door at the end of the passage.

He took Curt to the front door, and the operator took a step away and gave the way to Curt: "It's this, the boss is waiting for you inside."

Before he finished speaking, the black door he pointed at was opened from the inside, and a young man sweating all over ran out as if he had escaped. The unknown elevator operator couldn't help but shook his whole body and immediately retreated to the door, his face slightly stiff.

After a brief and slightly tidying up the appearance, Curt walked into the door - this was a very wide study with elegant wooden furniture everywhere. The heavy large head was neatly placed on several bookshelfs against the wall, and the floor-to-ceiling window facing the door completely incorporated part of the city into the field of view.

A man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a middle-aged man with light-colored hair on his head becoming sparse. Although he was not tall, his body was very strong from his shoulders and waist. It was still a hot summer, but he was wearing a red wool scarf and a high-end suit.

"You're Curt Ryanst?" The man looked at Curt with his back and took out a cigarette and lit it up. "It was originally a guy introduced by Carlota. I thought it was a monster like a giant with fifty heads and one hundred arms. I didn't expect it to be just an ordinary human."

The high-priced tobacco drifted out a unique smell, and a faint smoke spread. He turned around and stared at Curt's slightly narrowed eyes. Only then did Curt see a terrifying scar on his face, extending from his left eyebrow to the right cheek close to his ears.

"I'm sorry that you didn't meet your expectations."

Curt curled his lips and retorted at the sarcasm from the man: "But I did not come to meet your expectations, Mr. Carlett Kolleras. I came here for work. I think Carlota should have made it clear to you during the call, right?"

"Ah, yes. According to Carlota, you are an experienced mercenary, and the task completion rate is almost 100%. However, as a mercenary, you are also an unqualified individual, accepting or rejecting tasks willfully, and the requirements for task conditions are also quite strict."

He squinted his eyes and took a sip of tobacco, and the smoke filled with harmful gases drifted everywhere.

"Maybe it is."

He approached Cott a little, and the smell of tobacco drifted into Cott's nose: "But we don't like people like you with personality - all we need is obedience. You are more inclined to... let you learn what respect and order are like, than to help you use it."

Curt was not interested in his statement and ignored her threats: "Carrota wants to thank you for your help. My job is to investigate those 'blue eyes'. As for you, it is to find ways to stop them who have been threatening your organization from continuing to take further action."

The implication is that Curt and they are just a temporary community of interests. If they are unwilling to cooperate on this basis, then he will not consider helping these Slots. After that, their members or related people will be harmed by related parties and have nothing to do with him.

How do you choose?

Curt's slightly narrowed eyes opened and stabbed straight at the Slots in front of him.
Chapter completed!