A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 66 Let's Talk About Work
When I returned to Ningning Amemiya's office, I found that she had taken off her ten-centimeter high heels. Her beautiful feet wrapped in black stockings were stepping on the sofa chair. She was holding a dragon named Wangcai in her arms and writing something.

As soon as Quinn walked in, she looked at him in surprise——

"Mr. Brave, can you cut hair?"

"I know a little, and I'm not a hero." Quinn wanted to put the ritual knife away, but he didn't know where to put it. The office was too messy, so he had to find a bunch of miscellaneous items that he liked and throw them in.

When Amamiya Ningning guessed that he was a hero, Quinn of course denied it.

The reason is simple - the real hero is still hiding in the dark, and if you pretend to be a hero, isn't that just courting death?
After checking, I found out that you are also destined to be a hero.
After checking again, oh my, the stinky demons came to the human world to beg for food?

If Amemiya Ningning hired me because I was a brave man, then everything would make sense.

He cannot give up this job now. Grindelwald can block the surveillance of the Demon King. For him, he is like a safe haven. Quinn plans to stay in the academy until he kills the true hero to complete the contract or finds a way to get rid of the Demon King's control.

This academy is good in every way except that there are too many psychopaths. He is afraid of meeting He Mo again, so he must find a protective umbrella.

Amemiya Nene is a perfect fit.

He now has to learn from those celebrities who were photographed by paparazzi about their love affairs - deny it, but not completely, leave some room. If you ask me whether I am in a relationship, the answer is definitely no, but if you ask me to explain the scandal photos, I won't explain either. Just guess it yourself.

Amemiya Ningning rested her chin on her knees and looked at him.

"Nice hairstyle, brave man."

"Mr. Cavendish—" Quinn said seriously, "You really misunderstood. If others heard you calling me that, it would cause me trouble."

"What's bothering you?"

OK, the second step in handling gossip: no explanation, just denial——

"I already told you I'm not a hero."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"you are not."

"I am... No! You're just an elementary school student, how can you count the words on the water?" Quinn blushed.

Amamiya Ningning snorted.

She suddenly shouted out of nowhere: "YUANSHEN!!"

Quinn: “???”

Holy shit, did this woman just speak Chinese?
Amemiya Ningning was also confused and looked at him in confusion.

"Why didn't you answer?"

"What do you want to say?"

".snort."

Why don’t you respond? If you are a brave man, you should shout “QIDONG” when you hear “YUANSHEN!!”, right?

".What does 'YUANSHEN' mean?"

"I don't know." Amamiya Ningning lowered her head gloomily: "I learned it from my family."

Quinn was relieved. It turned out that it was that fellow 2D guy from the East Country who spread it.

God damn, Genshin Impact, you want me to take the "start" function, right?
Quinn felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about the royal family of a country treating words like "Original God Startup" as the golden advice of their ancestors and passing it down from generation to generation.

Those who hear the word "original god" in another world and say "start" without hesitation
He seemed to know someone and was very familiar with him, but when Quinn tried to recall who this person was, his mind was like a layer of fog and he couldn't remember it no matter what.

This was a first for Quinn, who had a good memory since childhood.

"You said you're not a hero, right? Well, then you're not."

Amamiya Ningning sneered: "Let's talk about work as much as possible."

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, he was afraid that this woman would insist that she was a hero, and then do some melodramatic drama like promising herself to him or agreeing on a marriage contract. The system's divination would be over in less than ten minutes, and a game would not be finished in ten minutes - he could get the reward for free!
"That's great, Mr. Cavendish. What kind of work do you need me to do?" Quinn was very calm. After all, the other party already knew that he didn't know arcane magic and couldn't do magical work, but he could do ordinary work.

After all, Quinn is an employee of a top accounting firm on Earth. He has done all kinds of odd jobs since he was a child and can completely accept dirty and tiring work.

Help you grade your homework? Write your report? Edit your documents? Clean your house? Run errands?

Quinn doesn't care, the college pays him anyway.

Amamiya Ningning raised the corner of her mouth slightly, put her legs on the table with a sly look, shook her feet lightly and said, "Come, help me massage my feet."

".?"

Starlight streamed in diagonally through the tall window panes, weaving a fine, shimmering pattern across the surface of her black stockings. These were an unparalleled pair of legs, slender, beautifully shaped, without a trace of excess fat yet not appearing skinny. The knees and ankles, wrapped in black silk, gave them just the right amount of bonyness. These were the kind of legs that belonged in the spotlight, the darlings of catwalks and fashion magazines, yet here they lay, prettily before Quinn's eyes.

What to do, naturally needless to say -

Quinn quickly backed away, his expression as grim as a eunuch who had been castrated for twenty years. One hand rested on the doorknob, ready to push the door open and run away at any moment, while the other hand repeatedly refused: "Miss, I have a legitimate job, please don't insult me."

Fuck you, you want me to do that for 40 pounds a month? No way.

That’s another price.

There are less than ten minutes left in the divination period. For the sake of the system's reward, Quinn can't tolerate any black silk in his eyes.

A smile played on Amamiya Ningning's lips, as if Quinn's frightened rabbit-like reaction made her very happy. She covered her mouth and laughed, "This is a regular job. Other teaching assistants also help teachers massage from time to time. I ran over to save you in high heels. It must be very tiring, huh?"

"I'm not asking you to do any hard work, can't you just help me press it?" The tone is pitiful, but coupled with this beautiful scene, it really makes people feel itchy.

Quinn laughed angrily.

Are you doing this foot massage properly?
Do you think I don't know? Those civil engineering guys, they just keep pressing and their salary is gone. I don't want to lose the system rewards just by pressing. Wait, how do I know this? Do I know the civil engineering guys?
That brain fog-like feeling of blurred memory appeared again, but before Quinn had time to think, Amamiya Ningning retracted her legs.

"If you don't want to press it, then don't press it. Forget it. I'm going to write a letter. You can do whatever you want."

Quinn was delighted. Was it so easy to reject?
System, you have such a shitty talent, and you're still talking about "it will definitely happen in the future".

Ankuya, you too, what are you talking about a crazy woman? Isn’t Mr. Cavendish quite easy to talk to?

He didn't want to make things awkward, so he quickly approached her like a servile person, and said with a flattering smile, "Mr. Cavendish, what letter are you writing? I'll help you mail it."

Amamiya Ningning nodded as she wrote: "Okay, you can help me mail it later."

"Where to send it?" Quinn was happy to run errands.

"Put it in the mailbox in the upside-down stairwell and tell it to go to San Camelot."

"Oh, okay, okay." Quinn was nodding vigorously when he suddenly remembered, isn't San Camelot the holy city of the Holy See of Light, the City of Eternal Day?

Wait, Buhao!
Quinn immediately changed his tone, "Sister Ningning, isn't the academy at odds with the Holy See? Why did you send a letter to the Holy See?"

Amemiya Ningning hummed a strange tune, seemingly in a good mood. As she wrote, she said, "My stepmother works for the Church of Light. She wrote a few days ago saying that my sister is going on a business trip to Ashwell and asked me to take care of her. Please write back to her."

"Oh——" Quinn's heart finally settled down. It turned out that he was a relative.

But he still asked one more question: "Apart from that, you didn't write anything else, right?"

"No, no~" Amamiya Nene said with a smile, "I just mentioned the appearance of a hero."

"Oh my god—"

"What the fuck?"

"Fuck, fuck. Worry about causing trouble for your stepmother."

Quinn was sweating profusely. "You want to report this to the Holy See?" he asked. "If the Hero shows up, the Cardinal will be at my door tomorrow. That's a disaster!"

Quinn pleaded with a bitter face, "Don't write those unfounded things. I'm really not a hero."

"Wouldn't it be better if the hero could just let the Holy See of Light come and test him? They have many ways to test the hero's soul."

Check the damn soul, check it out and find the Demon King's command seal, then I will go to the hell in another world to reunite with my fellow villagers.

"They must be exhausted after coming all the way to Ashville. It's definitely a wasted trip! Not to mention the fare, their legs will be sore too."

She smiled and said meaningfully, "But my legs are sore too. You can't ask me to run. Wearing high heels is very tiring."

(End of this chapter)