Today I'd like to introduce a new friend to everyone.
Champ the Clown, with his round belly protruding, calmly addressed the remaining members of the ' Wild Hunt '.
How could you say such disgusting things? How can a pervert like you make friends?
The alchemist ' Dotya ' spoke in her unique baby voice. This little girl had the appearance of a loli and was dressed in a pretty and cute way, but in reality, she was an old woman who had lived for who knows how many years.
"Don't say that! I have a lot in common with this person on a spiritual level!"
Champ the Clown waved to the table across the room, and a man walked straight over, calmly approaching the ' Wild Hunt ' table.
There wasn't a trace of murderous intent in him.
With his Izou spoke in an extremely soft voice.
A professional assassin's instincts told him that the man before him was extremely calm; in fact, if a fight were about to break out, he would be riddled with openings.
"Are you here to have fun or to make friends? Hmm? Didn't I tell you that we ' Wild Hunt ' prohibit socializing outside the organization?"
"Oh dear, this person isn't from outside the organization! They're a member of our organization!"
"What did you say?!"
Syura was clearly surprised by Champ's words. She looked at the blond man in front of her; his harmless face didn't look like that of a member of the Imperial Capital Palace at all.
"Hello everyone, I'm Ran, a former member of Esdeath's ' Jaegers ' unit... I'll probably be joining you all in the upcoming battle against the ' Night Raid ' unit, so please bear with me."
Syura was surprised to hear Lan's words; he hadn't expected to encounter members from the Imperial Capital in this Seventh District.
"Boss, isn't it a bit inappropriate to act recklessly like this with Esdeath's people...?"
"Shut up! This is my country, I can do whatever I want here!"
Enshin and Syura had a brief exchange, after which Syura expressed an indifferent attitude.
" Champ, you should make your own decisions. We just don't feel comfortable with this man! His serious demeanor is so distant!"
"That's right, Lan, isn't she? You need to learn to integrate into the group and blend in with us! Do you know how to torture these women tied up here most satisfyingly?"
"I'm sorry, I'll learn gradually..."
"You're really clueless!"
Lan looked at the group of people in front of her with an apologetic expression.
But in his heart, a demon was already lurking, ready to burst forth, almost leaping out of his throat.
'How could you do such a thing to ordinary people... How can I forgive you? How can I face these innocent people?!'
The Imperial Capital, the lieutenant general's residence.
Lin Feng took off his black general's robe and placed it on the leather sofa, while Chelsea strolled out of the kitchen with a worried look on her face.
" Chelsea, what's wrong with you today?"
"Actually, it's nothing, it's just..."
Chelsea's usually lively and mischievous face no longer showed any trace of her playful energy.
"An old friend of mine, someone I used to be very close to, has suddenly disappeared..."
"In the Imperial Capital, going missing is practically the same as being dead."
Lin Feng took a sip of hot tea. His words were so cold, yet so real, so real that they left no room for doubt.
"I know... I know everything... it's just..."
Chelsea's eyes seemed to well up with tears; it was clear that this friend was very important to her.
Lin Feng listened quietly to Chelsea's account.
Chelsea grew up in an aristocratic family and worked as a spy in the secretariat at a young age. Most of the friends she met later died in the line of duty, so it didn't stir up any emotions in Chelsea.
However, in the period before the intelligence work began, there were some naive noblewomen who were very close to Chelsea.
Like Chelsea, some noble girls, whose minds were not corrupted by the decadent and distorted ideas of the Imperial Capital, earnestly wanted to live each day to the fullest, but often things did not go as planned, and they were eventually kidnapped and killed by brutal bandits.
" Lin Feng, I'd like to ask for leave tomorrow night, is that alright?"
"Of course, even if you never come here to serve me again, let alone take leave, I will continue to pay you the same salary."
Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, Chelsea immediately put on a mischievous grin.
"Oh~ So, Lin Feng, you think it doesn't matter whether I, Chelsea, am here or not?"
What I mean is, although you can stop coming at any time, I still hope you will come back.
For some reason, Lin Feng suddenly said something like that, and Chelsea's heart started pounding.
"Idiot... what are you saying all of a sudden...?"
"Anyway, you should get some rest tomorrow. Sheele said she wants to try making a dish by herself tomorrow, so this gives her the opportunity to do so."
"Hey-hey..."
Chelsea turned her head away from Lin Feng and began to plan for tomorrow.
Visiting her deceased friend in Seventh District to offer condolences is undoubtedly the top priority, but assessing the situation is also an urgent matter...
I can't let all my remaining friends fall into the hands of villains.
"Then let's agree on that."
These were the words Lan had said to herself the day before.
Champ stood at the bar for a long time, ordered two dark beers, and after drinking one, he felt it wasn't enough, so he drank the other one as well.
"Um, two more drinks, please."
"Yes..."
The shop owner knew from Champ's distinctive clown-painted face that he wouldn't pay for drinks. He was actually quite glad that Champo only ordered so few drinks and didn't lead his gang to kidnap a bunch of strangers and cause trouble in the shop.
"I don't know what got into Lan, that he specifically wanted me to come here..."
"Although he doesn't seem to get along very well with Syura, I quite admire him. He's so young, yet he has such enthusiasm for children... hehe."
Tomorrow was supposed to be the day the ' Wild Hunt ' unit moved to a new location, but Champ was asked by Lan to have a drink with him.
Thinking that he was a like-minded friend he had recently met, and that they would soon have a lot of interaction at work, Champ agreed without much thought.
"Strange, why hasn't that kid arrived yet?"
Champ alcohol began to take hold, in his slightly tipsy state, he saw a golden-haired figure staggering toward him.