A few days ago,
Backlund...
In the guild's reception room, Klein once again met Meihua 5, a high-ranking member of the organization.
"Sherlock, do you know that our organization spent a full 20,000 pounds to resolve the trouble you caused?"
"Considering your situation, you'll have to work for us for at least 20 years."
"20 years!" Klein exclaimed.
Please, a full 20 years! How many years do I even have in my life?
"It can't be that much..." Klein hesitated.
An ambassador, is he worth that much...
"Why not?" Meihua 5 raised his eyebrow. "To eliminate future troubles, we needed to completely deal with that ambassador."
"Besides, you know that guy is the head of a spy organization, and the chain reaction caused by taking him out is hard to estimate..."
"Calming the unrest also costs money..." Meihua 5 chuckled.
"Gulp." Klein swallowed, and honestly, he couldn't find fault with Meihua 5's words at the moment.
Twenty thousand pounds, 20 years... Can I buy my freedom with money?
Miss Justice shouldn't be short on money. If I borrow as Mr. Fool, I should be able to get it, but Mr. Fool's prestige... No, freedom is more important! At worst, I'll just say a Dear urgently needs money.
"How is your Clown potion digestion going?" Meihua 5 asked.
After a moment of thought, Klein sighed, "It's already digested." After so many things, being "fooled" by fate like this and still being able to face it with a smile, the potion should have been digested long ago.
"Very good." Meihua 5 nodded in satisfaction, then he pulled out a glass bottle containing a peculiar liquid from his Pregnant.
Klein looked closely and found the liquid to be quite strange, with colors like red, orange, yellow, and green constantly dissipating and re-aggregating, like fireworks.
"Take it."
"This is?"
"The Seer Pathway Sequence 7 Magician potion."
"Ah?" Klein looked up. "You're just giving it to me directly..."
"Of course." Meihua 5 held his head high. "We are always generous to our own people."
"Considering you've already signed the servitude... cough cough... application form, this counts as your new recruit reward."
New recruit reward, why does it feel like a game... Klein mumbled to himself.
"Come on, drink it." Meihua 5 pushed the potion forward.
"Now?" Klein hesitated, looking at the potion in front of him.
His spiritual intuition told him that there was nothing wrong with this potion, but...
He didn't know if this was truly the so-called new recruit reward, or just a tool to win people over, but he felt that once he drank the potion, there would be no turning back.
Although it doesn't really matter now...
"Mm-hmm~" Meihua 5 smiled. "Come on, come on, don't be shy."
"What's there to be afraid of about such a wonderful thing as drinking a potion?"
"Can I do a divination?" Klein said abruptly.
"Uh..." Meihua 5's smile stiffened. He scratched his head,
"A reasonable request." He said, standing up and walking towards the door. "You handle it alone, I'll wait for you outside the Door~"
Uh... Is it necessary to say it like that? This superior's personality is really nasty.
"Sigh..."
Looking at the potion in front of him, Klein sighed.
...
"Are you going to live at my house?" Klein, who had already become a Magician, asked softly, looking at the two people in front of him.
"No choice, the higher-ups ordered it, and we can only follow. Besides, you won't lose out, you know~" The Silver-haired Lady named Irin, lying on Klein's sofa, said lazily.
"Exactly," echoed a young girl named Farsa, wearing small round glasses. "As if we want to live in your small house."
She had black curly hair, wore a dark red mage robe, and a Warlock hat, looking quite mystical.
It's just that her appearance looked a bit too young... She seemed even younger than Melissa.
...
"Considering you might encounter misfortune recently, I've already sent people to protect you. Be prepared, you know~"
Meihua 5's words, laced with laughter, echoed in his ears.
Damn it, these two don't look like qualified bodyguards at all! And why do I have to live with two ladies? If this gets out...
My landlady, Mrs. Summer, will scold me to death...
Sherlock already had rumors about his bad stomach; he didn't want another label of being a womanizer.
"Alright, we should go choose rooms." Irin stretched, then stood up.
"Great, I want to live upstairs."
"Hey, ladies, you're being too..."
Impolite, aren't you... Before he could finish, Klein was interrupted by Irin:
"What? Do you want me to live in your bedroom?"
"Of-Of course not! Lady, I mean..."
"You can, you know~" Irin pursed her lips and chuckled softly.
"Ah!"
"You two, don't make strange noises at night." Farsa, carrying her suitcase, had already gone upstairs.
"Then I'll go see where your room is?" Irin also left, smiling.
What is all this nonsense!
My fate shouldn't be like this, right... Klein collapsed onto a chair, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
But... a secret organization, beautiful teammates, and a gray fog cheat.
It almost feels like a normal transmigrator's experience now.
...
"How is the matter with the Intis ambassador being handled?" Meihua 5 looked at Charles in front of him.
"It'll be taken care of soon..."
"I've made detailed arrangements," Charles replied.
"And the aftermath?"
"Don't worry." Charles said confidently, "Afterward, people from the Aurora Order will claim responsibility for this. The churches, those idiots, will only think it's the Aurora Order and Intis spies fighting amongst themselves, and they won't trace it back to us."
"Excellent." Meihua 5 nodded in satisfaction.
As long as the mission is completed, no one will investigate outsourcing.
"Charles, do you want to join the Special Operations Department? You're so... excellent. Such talent should be on the front lines."
Charles showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"Thank you for your appreciation, but I have been in the rear for too long."
"I believe it's already wide open enough here."
After Charles left, Meihua 5 rubbed his eyes, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips:
"Let's play for a while longer."
...
The next day...
"Is it done?" Charles looked at the Desire Apostle who had broken out of the Intis embassy window.
"Solved." The Desire Apostle brushed the dust from his clothes.
"That ambassador was busy having a heart-to-heart with a noble lady... I directly ignited his desire."
Noble... Charles frowned slightly, but didn't react too much.
"However, his flames almost set the room on fire..." He pointed to the burn on his forehead.
"The compensation has been settled." Charles heard the implied meaning in his words. "And, guess why no one went to support that ambassador."
"The materials I need..."
"Don't worry, I'll help you find them."
...
"Your cooking is quite good." Irin praised, tasting the stewed lamb Klein had made.
"Too bad Farsa went to the guild."
"Sigh... Why do I have to cook?" Klein wasn't particularly happy to hear the praise; instead, he grumbled.
"Providing food and lodging for bodyguards is quite reasonable, you know~"
"Of course, I can also pay for the food~" Irin showed a delicate and charming expression.
"No need!" Klein turned his head away.
"Honestly, speaking to a lady like that is not gentlemanly at all." Saying this, Irin curled her lips and suddenly grabbed Klein's hand, then moved her body, leaning forward.
Their figures slowly overlapped in the lamplight.
"Thump thump thump!"
A knock on the door came.
"Huff, I'll get it."
Klein rushed to the door as if he had found a savior.
"Oh, it's Sergeant Fasim!"