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"Here is the contract!"
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As he received the parchnt that was held out towards him, Ery was inwardly feeling quite anxious because of the word contract. His experience in the Silvermane Kingdom made him worry about such things.
Fortunately, after reading the contents written on the parchnt, said contract turned out to be a contract between the Turtle Rock rcenary Guild and the employer, which in this case was Magus Hellast of the Raven faction.
The down paynt for the job, which was half of the agreed paynt, would be kept by the guild and only given out after the job was done.
This way, things would go much smoother as if there was a dispute, the employer would have to face the whole Turtle Rock pirates; on the other hand, the paynt would not have any difficulty to be returned if the rcenaries didn't do the job properly.
As Ery has no plan to help the Raven faction, this ant that Ery would most likely not see even a smidge of spirit stones for the job. Of course, he was absolutely okay with that, because his objective in taking this job wasn't money at all.
Magus Hellast brought Ery and Armand to his group and then introduced the older man who had stopped them earlier as the Master of the Raven faction, Cyrus Raven.
Standing there with his arms hanging at his sides, the man gave off the air of a veteran warrior that sowhat reminded Ery of Senior Izta. Knowing that they were neighbors living on the sa planet, he couldn't help but wonder how close their relationship had been in the past.
"We will be leaving this rock tomorrow," The man said after providing so information about how the group would be staying in one of the inns nearby.
Since the job technically started right away, Ery was expected to join the Raven group and begin guarding them by staying around the vicinity of the inn. When the group finally headed inside to rest, he found himself having nothing to do.
Unable to leave the premises, Ery decided to go to the pub next to the inn instead. There, he found his new teammate Armand Nephilim, sitting in a corner of the bar enjoying a drink.
Rembering the questions he had when he saw the man, Ery decided to walk over. Taking a seat next to the man, he motioned to the lady at the bar and pointed at the Nephilim saying, "I'll have what he's got and give him another round on ."
Armand turned and shot Ery a look full of suspicion. In response, he shot a faint smile as he said, "Co on, there's no need for animosity between the two of us. After all, we will be working together for the next two weeks. As for the drink… just think of it as appreciating your impressive prowess."
The golden-haired young man responded to Ery's complint with a nod before picking up the new glass and downing the drink in one gulp. Seeing that, Ery motioned to the woman again saying, "One more for my friend here."
It seed that the word friend was a bit too much because Armand showed a slight frown on his forehead. Nevertheless, he still accepted the drink. This ti, he took his ti drinking it. Not only that, the expression on his face said sothing heavy was on his mind.
Curious to know what he was thinking, Ery ordered another drink before saying, "Actually, I've seen you before..."
Seeing Armand raise his eyebrows, he told the Nephilim how he had seen him in Magus Academy's Magus Ga and was impressed with his skill since then.
Of course, Ery intentionally chose this topic because he was interested to see how the Nephilim would react to the ntion of himself, the opponent Armand fought at that ti.
At first, he thought Armand would be annoyed that he was bringing up what must have been a very bad day in his mory. But to his surprise, the latter let out a long sigh as he muttered,
"If I had won back then…would my life be any different from now?"
"It might be." He chuckled. Swirling the drink in his hand, the Nephilim looked a bit lancholic as he said, "After all, winners beco heroes... while losers will be thrown away like trash."
This ti without Ery even asking, Armand began telling how he was so exasperated by this one particular young man from the lower world, how miserable he had been watching the young man grow stronger at such a rapid pace, to the point of giving him a curse of hopelessness.
As if that wasn't enough, things turned worse when that young man he saw as a rival beca a hero that saved even him – soone who always hated him – from the clutches of death. Before he could process what he was feeling, he learned that the young man had died, which only made him feel even more lost.
Seeing such turmoil from the Nephilim, made Ery quite surprised. He didn't expect the man to think this way of him. Sohow, it made Ery pity him.
anwhile, Armand finished his drink and ordered another one. He then continued his story, recounting how he had been kicked out of his faction for his constant losing.
"They only care about that genius Eeshoo!! It wasn't our fault that he was killed, so why are we the ones to bla for that?!" He said, slamming his hand on the bar counter.
Apparently, this was the reason for Armand's downfall. Having lost the faction's favor due to the loss of their golden boy at that ti, he had instead done sothing stupid. He was caught stealing the faction's treasure, which resulted in him being banished from the faction.
With his reputation ruined, Armand truly had nowhere to go other than shady places like this, hanging around with, in his eyes, a bunch of losers.
Armand seed to have beco completely drunk as he shouted, "This is where I really belong. A loser with a bunch of losers!!"
Ery couldn't help but feel empathy for the man. With a sigh, he rose from his seat and supported Armand's body saying,
"You have enough, friend. Let's get so rest now. Our work starts tomorrow." Ery then carried the man to his allocated room.
The next day, early in the morning, Magus Hellast summoned the two of them. "I need one of you to accompany to see the pirate king."
Since Armand was still recovering from last night, the job landed on Ery's hand.
Btw, Eeshoo is not dead.
Avan
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