A little after two in the afternoon, David arrived with his coworker.
His coworker was named Bob. His clothes were filthy and tattered, his hair was a mess, and he leaned on a crutch made from a tree branch.
Hobart asked in detail about what had happened. The incident itself was simple: while Bob was working, one of his legs and one hand had been caught in a machine, leaving him disabled.
After hearing the client's account, Hobart stated clearly, "Although Mr. Bob bears some responsibility for this incident, that will not affect our claim for compensation."
He then said to Bob, "However, this case will still be difficult. You need to be mentally prepared."
Bob was already somewhat disheartened. He waved the arm that had only half a stump remaining. "Sir, I have nothing left to lose now. There can't be an outcome worse than this."
Hobart nodded. "One more thing: if you want to win, you must follow all my arrangements!"
"No problem," Bob said. "I'm already very grateful that you're willing to accept my commission."
"If there are no objections, please sign the Letter of Authorization." Hobart took out the contract he had prepared beforehand. "Given the difficulty of this case, I will charge a commission fee of 18% of the compensation amount.
"Of course, if we win, the other party will pay this sum."
Southern Continent, Town of Nonexistence.
Elliot received notice that he was to accompany Elder Calvin to Crowlier City for negotiations with the Fosac Empire.
What puzzled him was that all the other family members traveling with them were recognized elites, while he had only just advanced to Sequence 7. It did not seem like his turn to participate in such an important operation.
He suspected that his recent performance had made