Just as expected, after receiving the deer tongue, the Queen had not suspected a thing. She readily paid the remaining balance and even recruited the two brothers into her court as staff of the Royal Hunting Grounds, treating it as a reward.
For ordinary people, this did not count as much of a promotion or pay raise. A ranger in the Royal Hunting Grounds was still, at heart, a commoner, with no title and not much pay.
But the advantage was that, after obtaining a "civil servant post," a ranger could hunt within the Royal Hunting Grounds. That was far more comfortable than hunting in the forests outside the city; the quantity of prey was on an entirely different level.
After all, no matter what the finest things were, they naturally belonged to those in power. Human society had always been that way, generation after generation.
If Deathstroke and Deadpool really had been hunters of this era, perhaps they would have accepted the Queen's offer and become minor officials living off the state.
But the two of them were mercenaries from elsewhere, and both preferred working alone. They had never accepted long-term employment jobs like this.
Selling their lives for money was no problem, but selling their lives for someone? Better forget it.
Still, her judgment was not bad. She knew the two brothers were strong, so they could take the invitation as praise for their abilities.
After bidding farewell to the reluctant Queen, the two were carried away by a flash of blue light from an unoccupied dark corner. During the teleportation, Su Ming looked back and saw that the soap bubble representing the "Snow White" world no longer had any black on it.
The purification had been fairly thorough. Black Mouse should be satisfied. Mouse had helped deal