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Mizusawa carried the bought bow and arrow on his back, and they left from Weapon Street.

Of course, the money was paid by Senior.

Mizusawa's debt book has added another sum.

For these, Mizusawa remembers them very clearly, and hopes to pay them off soon.

After that, the two came to the mercenary group.

It was getting dark by this time.

It is very close to Weapons Street, and it is also a special street, most of which are clubs of mercenary groups.

The difference is that there are many people here, all kinds of people, wearing weird clothes, and carrying various weapons on their shoulders.Mizusawa felt that compared to their heavy weapons, the small pistol on his waist was nothing.

Mizusawa even saw a huge four-legged reptile inside, with scales on its back, a lot of things on its back, and a mechanical tail flicking behind it.

People walking near it carefully dodged its tail, because it looked very powerful.

Obviously this group of people has a lot of background, they walked very fast, Mizusawa had already strayed away and disappeared before he looked carefully.

Senior: "There are three-quarters of the mercenary groups in Storm City here, so go and pick the one you like."

There are huge flashing signs erected at the entrances of many mercenary group clubs, with the names of their respective mercenary groups written on them.

The font might be a little different, but what's more striking is the color that shines through it.

Mizusawa looked at the second house on the right not far from him.

Glittering purple-pink gradient, and finally all yellow, the Burst Bear mercenaries.

Mizusawa pointed to its sign and said to Senior: "I want to go to that one first to have a look."

Senior looked at the purple and pink light, and had a little doubt about Mizusawa's appreciation level.

There are not many people at the door of the Explosive Bear Mercenary Group, and compared to other places, it is a bit deserted.

The door was ajar.

After Mizusawa knocked a few times, a young boy opened the door impatiently.

"Why! It's closed today!"

It was a completely different indifference from the enthusiastic black-faced man I met on the pier.

Mizusawa froze for a moment and said, "Is there any part-time job here?"

When the word "no" was about to come out of the boy's mouth, he saw Senior behind Mizusawa, and immediately paused.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Before the words fell, the boy had already closed the door.

Soon, the door was reopened, and this time the person who opened the door had changed.

It was replaced by a young girl.

The girl with red hair and ponytail opened the door with a smile, and welcomed, "Please come in~"

There were not many people sitting in the lobby, each of them was doing their own work, and no one was looking at the door.

Mizusawa followed the girl in somewhat restrainedly,

There are some tables and chairs inside, but they are a bit messy and the positions are not arranged properly.

Mizusawa saw the black-faced man he saw during the day, he was drinking alone with a wine bottle, his cheeks were black and red, obviously he had drunk too much.

The girl led Mizusawa to the bar in the innermost part of the lobby.

There was another lady standing behind the bar, she seemed to be a little older, wearing a shirt and shorts, and she was very smartly dressed.

"If you need anything, just ask Beth, I'll slip away first." The girl smiled and waved at Mizusawa, and secretly glanced at Senior who was wearing a hood.

Senior found a table close to the bar, picked a bench and sat there.

The big sword that had changed back to its original size was still on his back, and the other people in the hall raised their hands and turned their heads, taking the opportunity to quietly look at Senior.

However, Senior saw all these secret actions.

After Beth asked a few simple questions, she took out a form and handed it to Mizusawa, while raising her chin in the direction of Senior.

"he is?"

Mizusawa: "He came with me. I'm the only one who works part-time. Can he just sit there and wait for me for a while?"

"Of course." Beth smiled, and rolled her eyes at Mizusawa, "I'm just a little afraid that the stool will be broken by the sword behind him. You also know that the sword is very big and conspicuous."

Mizusawa laughed, "That's true."

When Mizusawa lowered his head to fill out the form, he revealed a corner of the gold bracelet covered by the sleeve of his shirt.

Beth's gaze immediately stuck to it, and she looked carefully for a long while.

The drunk black-faced man stood up holding the wine bottle. His body was a little wobbly due to drunkenness, and somehow he swayed to the table where Senior was sitting.

"Come on, keep drinking." The already red-faced man stretched out his arms and poured Senior a big glass.

Senior ignored him.

The red-faced man stuffed himself with a sip from his glass, and shouted, "If you're a brother, come drink!"

Senior just sat, the wine glasses on the table didn't touch at all.

The red-faced man was a little unhappy, and slapped the table, muttering so hard that he couldn't hear what he said.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, as if he was about to speak with his neck raised.

"I--"

Beth interrupted: "Hua Hui, go cover Bill's mouth! Really, who made him drink so much wine!"

On the other side, Hua Hui, who was watching the excitement, was the displeased boy who opened the door at the first time. With a face of reluctance, he went over to cover the mouth of the red-faced man, and took the wine bottle from his hand and put it on the table.

"Whoever made the head of the group not at home, he, the deputy head of the group, is not drunk and lawless."

Beth: "Hurry up and take him to bed. I'll file a complaint when the leader comes back. This time, I'm going to keep him from drinking for a month."

Hua Hui, who was clearly two heads shorter than the red-faced man, stumbled and easily dragged the sprawled Bill to his feet.

Pull all the way to the left of the bar, there is a curtain there,

Hua Hui dragged the people along, opened the curtain and went directly inside.

Mizusawa guessed that there should be stairs that can go up to the second floor.

In fact, Hua Hui, who dragged Bill behind the curtain, let go, and Bill sat up from the ground, not forgetting to rub his sore buttocks.

"How about it, am I acting particularly well?"

Hua Hui rolled his eyes at him: "Hehe."

Senior, who was sitting outside, turned his face to the side of the curtain, and the hood blocked his facial expression.

Mizusawa filled out the form and handed it to Beth.

"what do you think?"

"Okay, it's well written." Beth just glanced at it and put it away.

Mizusawa felt that she might not even see her own name clearly.

Beth took out another notebook and flipped through a few pages to check: "Well... the latest task is the day after tomorrow."

Then he raised his head and asked, "Can you?"

Mizusawa: "What kind of mission is it?"

"It's just a job of finding someone, it's quite simple." Beth said casually, "A young master from a rich family ran away from marriage."

"The groom ran away?"

Beth shrugged: "Children from rich families don't understand. Do you want to add your name? If you don't participate in this one, you have to wait another week for the next task that suits you. If there is no contribution value for eight days here I can’t continue to work part-time.”

Mizusawa nodded: "Add it, I think I can still find someone."

Then Beth wrote Mizusawa's name at the end of the notebook.

"Let me write down your ID number."

"what?"

Mizusawa still doesn't know what the ID number is, only that he has an ID bracelet.

Subconsciously looked at the gold bracelet on her wrist, and before she could take a closer look, Beth had already moved over.

"Well, 429, it's a very rare three-digit number." Beth moved her pen a few times, "Okay, I'll write it down, remember to come here at seven o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, so don't oversleep."

Mizusawa looked at the bracelet carefully, and then saw three numbers, 429, in a small corner.

Isn't this your birthday?

Mizusawa glanced at Senior, who was sitting with his back to him, unable to see the front.But even if he was facing himself, he couldn't see his face with the hood on.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Beth took out a wine glass and poured half of it, "Don't worry, this one is different from what that idiot Bill drinks, this one is sweet."

Beth stretched out her index finger and tapped the tip of Mizusawa's chin: "It's very suitable for a little boy like you."

"thanks……"

Mizusawa picked up his wine glass in a panic and left quickly.

It wasn't until after sitting next to Senior that the discomfort dissipated.

Sip the wine in the glass to suppress the shock.

Mizusawa's eyes lit up.

Really sweet!

"Would you like to have a sip too? It's delicious." Mizusawa stretched out his hand holding the cup.

Senior shook his head and refused without thinking.

"Okay, I'll drink it myself."

Take small sips, and soon the glass will bottom out.

A blush also flew across Mizusawa's face.

"I think I could have another drink."

"No more, I don't want to take care of a drunkard."

Senior said as he got up and walked out, the drunk Mizusawa still remembered that he was with Senior, and obediently followed behind him.

Although the footsteps were a little staggered, fortunately, he did not fall.

Beth was a little confused about whether they should stop them for dinner or something, but seeing the big sword on Senior's back, she still vetoed her own thoughts.

Until the two of them leave the club.

Bill and Hua Hui came out from behind the curtain.

Beth asked, "How is it? Do you think he'll come with you the day after tomorrow?"

Bill, whose face was black and red but not a little bit drunk, affirmed: "Yes!"

Beth: "So confident? Apart from knowing that they went to Arms Street together and bought a bow, have you received any other news?"

Bill said calmly, "Not at all."

Beth punched him in the stomach.

"Why do you keep hitting me in the stomach?" Bill said in pain, clutching his stomach.

Beth blew her fist: "Oh, the height is limited, I really want to punch my face."

When Mizusawa followed Senior to the street outside, it was completely dark, but there are more lights on the sign here, which is quite bright.

Senior would stop every time he walked and wait for the little drunkard behind him.

Mizusawa smiled and followed.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

"Senior..."

"Ah."

"You're such a nice guy."

"..."

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Wolf: Wow, thanks

Senior: You're welcome, I don't want to see good people cards again