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Chapter 119 Outsourcing and Romantic Luck
A safe house in Backlund.
"Backlund isn't peaceful lately, no, it's peaceful everywhere..." Club 5 sat on the chair with his legs crossed.
The leader stood by the window, the light from outside reflected in his left monocle. He glanced at his unruly subordinate, but didn't get angry: "I've seen Tingen's report... A divine intervention from the true Creator?"
"Hmm~" Club 5 made an exaggerated gesture, "I thought it was just a simple little task~ who knew I would encounter something like this."
"Remember to settle my overtime pay, boss."
"The true creator..." the leader pondered for a moment, "What's the official stance on that matter?"
"Of course, Aurora will take responsibility for this incident." Club 5 shrugged, a sneer playing on his lips. "However, it was originally their fault too, since they couldn't even protect the vessel for their own true god's descent."
Where are our people?
"Squad 161 has all withdrawn, except for one of the 'Jokers'..."
The Five of Clubs briefly recounts the situation of the clown who was corrupted by Antigonus's Notebook.
"I've placed him with the 6 of Spades. If he's lucky, he might make it out alive."
……
"By the way, boss, what about Ambassador Intis? You promised Sherlock Moriarty you'd help him out."
"Are you going to take action yourself?" asked the Five of Clubs, somewhat expectantly.
"Tsk..." The leader didn't answer but instead asked a question, "Five of Clubs, guess why I agreed to help that Sherlock Moriarty."
"Hmm...because it's interesting?" Club 5 blinked.
"No, no, no." He shook his index finger.
"Am I the kind of person who only cares about having fun and not about the development of the association...?"
"Those who only care about their own pleasure and act recklessly are all scum!" The leader said meaningfully, patting the five of clubs on the shoulder as he continued:
"Our next phase of operations will focus on Rune, but it is clear that the current environment does not meet the standards for our mission."
"As the capital, we need enough chaos in Backlund."
"A foreign ambassador would be a perfect catalyst for this."
"So, you know."
"Oh...I see. I didn't expect you to have such profound considerations, boss." Club 5 was very polite and deliberately showed an expression of sudden realization.
"So..." the leader straightened his monocle on his left eye, "such an important and glorious task is naturally entrusted to you."
"what?"
The topic took a turn for the better rather than expected.
Before the 5 of Clubs could refuse, he added another sentence.
"You're willing to sacrifice your precious time to share my burdens, aren't you?"
"Uh..." Club 5 remained silent, and could only smile.
The answer to this question is neither yes nor no.
"Don't worry, you'll get your overtime pay." The boss pulled a check out of his pocket and waved it in front of Club 5.
"Once it's done, the £10000 is yours."
……
The Guild of Truth.
"The boss has made a decision. You'll handle Ambassador Intis's matter," said Club 5, looking at Charles who was bowing to him.
"Ah...this..." Charles tried his best to maintain a decent expression, looking at his boss who had a strange smile and was completely unfamiliar with him. He was speechless.
Please, I'm in a management position, not in the special operations department.
I'm not under your jurisdiction. Your boss is incredibly rude.
Besides, weren't you the ones who agreed to Sherlock's request first?
Charles never expected that this matter would be related to him.
Seemingly sensing Charles' displeasure, the 5 of Clubs explained:
"This is a special mission. Our Special Operations Department has higher authority, and you have been recruited by us."
"I don't think they'll say much about Square 5."
"Besides, I've investigated. Sherlock Moriarty was recruited into the guild by you, so it's most appropriate for you to handle him."
"Or do you disagree with our decision?" The smile of the Five of Clubs gradually turned dangerous.
"no."
"That's good." Clubs 5 nodded in satisfaction, then took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Charles.
"This is a check for £5000, which is your funding for your mission."
……
In a basement in the eastern part of Backlund, the smell of blood mingled with the stench of sulfur.
"Here's 3000 pounds. I need you to kill someone for me." Charles looked at the man in front of him, his tone familiar.
"3000 pounds...who is it?"
"Ambassador of Intis, Jean-Baptiste Madin."
"No, the risk is too high and the money is too little," the man said decisively.
"That's quite a lot. The Intis are all lecherous, and that ambassador is no exception. You are the apostle of desire, so taking care of him will be easy."
"..."
"Don't worry, I've already made the arrangements. You just need to take care of the target, and I'll handle the cleanup."
"At that time, people from the Aurora Society will take the initiative to claim this matter."
"No one will trace it back to you."
"We've collaborated several times already, so there should be some trust between us, right?"
"..."
Seeing that the other party remained silent, Charles changed his tone again:
"What's that saying... the decadence of nobles is far more profound than that of commoners."
"The sense of accomplishment from hunting them is unparalleled by ordinary people," Charles said with a smile. "And who said that?"
"3000 pounds is too little..." the Apostle of Desire sighed softly.
"Aren't you short of materials? I have a way to get you what you need." Seeing that the Apostle of Desire had already relented, Charles offered his price.
……
Bayam.
Lorne is experiencing something he has never experienced in his decades of life.
"Miss, are you alright?" He looked at the girl who had fallen into his arms and gently comforted her.
"I'm alright, thank you for saving me."
His tone was gentle, like a spring breeze.
She looked up and met Lorne's gaze. Her eyes were amber, clear and bright, and Lorne could even see his own reflection in them.
The girl had warm, light brown skin and deep-set features. She seemed to be of mixed race, with exceptionally smooth skin that appeared completely untouched by the sea breeze.
It can be described as a perfect exotic experience.
Lucky me... Could it be that I'm about to have some romantic luck?
This evening, as usual, he planned to visit the local extraordinary gatherings and, while he was at it, sell his newly written Russell diary.
Who would have thought that he would get lost? While trying to find his way back to the hotel, he accidentally passed through a small alley and saw several strange-looking people about to assault a young girl.
Driven by a simple sense of justice, Lorne rescued the girl and fought a bloody battle with those suspected cultists.
As an extraordinary being, he easily dealt with those guys.
……
Lorne was in high spirits after successfully completing a true hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress mission.
"Strange, is it already dark?"
"Miss, where do you live?" Lorne asked softly, bowing his head.
Before the girl could answer, a peculiar sweet scent wafted through the darkness.
"It smells so good..."