Conrad turned to Adarte and Anisa and asked.
"When is the hunt going to start?"
Adarte and Anisa looked at each other.
"They looked at each other for a moment, looked at the moment, and then Anisa spoke.
"We were to speak about the details with you."
'But now that you are taking the lead, which I am happy to go on with. We should have three days to complete the mission."
"We knew for sure that Maxwell Herivo would be in his headquarters."
Conrad nodded.
"Get prepared for the battle and the hunt then."
"We will meet three days later, in the evening time at the Blue Bar, and then start taking action."
Adarte and Anisa left after hearing Conrad did not have anything to add on or say about it.
Conrad leaned back in his chair and started writing everything he knew to work on it.
Now that he accepted.
He knew that he needed words, needed to be disciplined, and needed to do his homework.
The hunt is not that dangerous, but he did not want to be arrogant.
It would be his first official hunt and target against a group of criminals and with a nen user backing them.
It would be best if he were to work greatly and get used to understanding everything that he needs to do.
Herivo Mafia Group.
Two hundred core members.
Double that in expendable muscle.
A parasite ecosystem, feeding off fear and anonymity.
Balza Street.
Strepo Apartment (Headquarters)
He exhaled slowly.
"Five hundred million, Jenny," he murmured.
"For erasing something that shouldn't exist in the first place."
It wasn't the money that settled his thoughts.
Money was already abstract to him; Jenny to him was numbers moving between accounts, leverage, and fuel.
What mattered was scale.
Two hundred armed men.
Maxwell Herivo, a small mafia leader aware of Nen and protected by a Nen user that he trusts.
Conrad's lips curved slightly.
He stood up and activated his En again, letting it spread slowly. leverage, and slowly.
This mission would test it. Not in theory. In reality.
"Of course, just because I have the protection ability now does not mean that it will be triggered."
"It would be pretty bad for me to get hit by an attack that would kill me in my first mission."
"I am not that dumb."
"At least, it is great to think that I am not that dumb."
Conrad said to himself, smiling as he thought.
"This organization is new," Conrad thought.
"Still expanding. Still making mistakes."
He walked toward the window and looked out at the city below.
"I understand why thinkers looked out from windows when they needed to think."
"It makes it easier to think."
Conrad joked with himself as he noticed his actions were getting cliche as he kept to himself and kept on growing.
After some time kept, later, he will sit down on a turning chair and act like a powerful aura-farmer-farming boss.
"I do not want to be like that."
After some jokes about his actions, his face turned serious, and he nodded.
He remembered Geralt's expression when the money arrived.
The relief in his eyes, the morality, the will to want to help.
"There are still people like Geralt and Leorio in this world."
"For them not to be tainted in this world is something that changes one's look at human nature, I have to say."
Five hundred million yen was nothing compared to what Herivo had taken from people who couldn't fight back.
And if the council was willing to pay one and a half billion yen, it meant one thing clearly:
They wanted the problem gone.
Conrad said quietly to himself.
"It's an execution."
"They may do it officially, but they do not want to gather attention officially, the attention of others to themselves."
"Why does a mafia family exist in one place, and why were they not capable of breaking down when they were growing, and why did they give the signal of it?"
"Just like V5 calling Netero to handle the Chimera Ants, they wanted to take the blame for them, and they did not want to attack a country to gather negative public opinion."
Maxwell Herivo was the keystone.
Conrad opened a new document and began to write.
Phase One – Observation.
Phase Two—Severance.
Phase Three – Decapitation.
He paused for a moment, fingers hovering above the keys.
"It will grant me real experience," he admitted.
the kind gained from training rooms or duels, but the kind that stayed with you.
The kind that forced decisions under pressure.
He welcomed it.
"In the end, here or now."
"I will need a real experience of a real mission that has admitted some dangers, little or big."
"It does not matter that much."
"Now that I am prepared, it is good to start from something."