I'm in Terra, governing a weird little country.

If he chooses to tell Count Askara his identity, then she has nothing to say and just assumes that both she and the beast master Gawain have seen the wrong person.At that time, it would not be too difficult for Aslan's daughter to jump down from the five-story room and escape.

On the other side, Ernst's thoughts were already in chaos.

This, this development seems wrong, right?

An aristocratic girl who ran away from home met a boy who made her feel "safe", so she decided to go to a distant foreign country with him to start a new life.

Wait, this script seems to be quite right?

No, no, Veina is a noble girl who eloped from someone unknown. If she is discovered, she will have to take responsibility. How can there be so many fairy tales in the adult world?

But recently I was appointed as the prime minister, and I was selected by the great god Yelagund to be the son of the saint. Now I am recruiting an anonymous noble lady from a foreign country. This seems to be a bit like a fairy tale?

No, no, Terra is still reality after all!

Wait, but Arknights does seem to be a game?

His thoughts became chaotic for a moment. Ernst pursed his lips and glanced back at Vina quietly, only to see her standing quietly, as if waiting for Ernst's response.

Why, there are outsiders here. Do you want me to just flap my wings and take you to fly together on the spot?

Looking at the girl's determined expression, Ernst finally sighed.

What else can be done? People have been recruited and contracts have been signed. You must have a contractual spirit.Wei Na is one of her own now, is it possible to drive her away?

No matter what, our Kjerag is already weird enough anyway, so we’re not afraid of a few more weird characters. Maybe we’ll be both negative and positive by then?

"Pack your things, Miss Vina."

Ernst lay back on the bed, still covering his handsome face with the velvet silk pillow.

"We must leave for Casimir tomorrow."

Wei Na was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what Ernst meant, and a joyful smile suddenly appeared on her face.

She opened her hands, gave Laura a big hug who had been waiting for a long time, and then ran to her room.

She didn't have much to pack tonight, just a heart.

............

Casimir, Grand Knight of Kavaleliaki.

During the special tournament of knight competition, Cavaleliaki will connect with the four selected cities to form a large-scale [True Great Knight Territory]. However, during the window period of the special tournament, it is just an ordinary city. Just a commercial city-state.

Of course, to say it is ordinary is to belittle and belittle it.In today's Terra, Kavaleliaki has become a veritable bridgehead of capitalism.

The city of consumption, the city that never sleeps, the city of knights, the city of competition, the city of carnival, countless labels hit it like a spotlight on the stage, making it look like a dancer with heavy makeup and posing, attracting Catching the eyes of countless consumers, tempting them into this sweet abyss.

But few people noticed that under the shadow of those spotlights, there were countless subtle sounds made by the burned dregs.

Xintrea is a competitive knight. In this era where knights are labeled and divided into categories, she is a competitive and practical knight. She is good at using a longbow and uses her excellent agility to fight in the field. Knock down the enemy before he can catch him.

On the battlefield, this is an incredible talent. With more training, he is fully qualified to become a respected marksman.But on the arena of competitive knights, Xintrea's proud talent and tactics have become her biggest stumbling blocks.

She has a good skin, but she chose to join the actual combat group with her obsession. Therefore, the viewers in the actual combat group who like to see the collision of muscles and sweat do not like her, while the viewers in the viewing group who control their appearance do not know her.

She is good at bows and arrows, and likes to pull the enemy with her body, gradually draining the enemy's physical strength, and then defeat the enemy with long-distance sniping.Such tactics naturally lack the excitement of close combat, and the long consumption phase also makes the audience feel sleepy.Therefore, even though she often wins, she never gains popularity.

Over time, the knights and investors who were unwilling to lose money on her began to arrange for her to compete in fake matches.

Deliberately make a mistake during a certain easy dodge, deliberately let go during a certain sure-hit sniper, and serve as a stepping stone for the younger generation in a certain sure-win game, adding a winning record to the newly trained signature knight.

The money was made quickly, but the already sparse fans became even sparser.

Xintrea couldn't help but begin to examine her original intention of becoming a competitive knight - didn't I come here with an innocent heart that relied on my own bow to become famous in this city?How come you have become so virtuous now?

If there were fewer fans, Xintrea had no doubt that the investors behind it would put themselves in revealing and tempting clothing and participate in underground competitions with very questionable motives and highlights.

Xintrea absolutely didn't want to see herself like that.

She doesn't want to compromise anymore!

"what!"

The decision came as suddenly and violently as a sprained high-heeled shoe. Xintera quickly held onto the wall and lowered her head to check her ankle.The original heel of the high-heeled shoes had broken. It might have been caused by a too intense movement during today's game.And her ankles, which were originally white and tender, were now visibly red and swollen.

Strained.

This word flashed through Xintera's mind, followed by a series of figures, which were the costs of treating injuries. Because the injuries were not sustained on the field, the company would not be kind enough to pay for her, who is not famous. The knight is reimbursed.She has to pay for it herself.

"Ugh-"

With a whimper coming out of her mouth, Xintrea had no choice but to put down the amusement park plan she had been preparing for a long time and spent this month's salary and bonus on treatment.

It seems that I will have to continue thinking about resignation next month.

She bent down without difficulty, took off her broken high heels, and walked towards the rental house with bare feet. It was not far from home. Thanks to the municipal government, the ground was flat and there was no garbage.If your feet are dirty, just wash them at home.

With this thought in mind, she crossed the road and walked into the alley. Just as she was about to open the fence door upstairs, her eyes were attracted by the four large white characters on the fence door.

"Recruitment notice? Whose small advertisement?"

She took off the white recruitment notice stuck in the fence and glanced at it:

"Sherag, civil servant establishment, civilian staff? Good salary and benefits, welcome to interns, priority will be given to large quantities?"

“Are all scams nowadays so careless?”

She muttered, glancing at the address on the job posting.

"Kavaleliaki, 2-9 Oak Street, third floor of the main office of Black Steel International Casimir, room 302."

"Black Steel International?" Xintrea confirmed the name in surprise, "Will those mercenaries rent venues from fraudsters? Or..."

In the slightly cold wind, the barefooted Xinteleia stood in front of the fence gate, looking at the recruitment notice that seemed unreliable. After hesitating for a long time, she still looked around and quietly muttered. The recruitment notice was folded twice and put into the small bag that I carried with me.

There haven't been many games lately, but it's pretty close anyway, so it won't hurt to go and see it.

Chapter 28 Xintrea is hesitant

Building of the Casimir branch of Black Steel International, 2-9 Oak Street, Kavaleliaki, Casimir.

The solemn black building without any neon lights or ribbons looked like one in a steel jungle. Just standing in front of the building, Xinteleiya felt a sense of seriousness rushing towards her face.

"Why would a civil servant recruitment site be located in a place like this...?"

There was a desire to complain deep in her heart, but Xintraya didn't realize that she had unknowingly changed her definition of "scammer".

After confirming the address on the flyer in her hand again, and looking up at the office building with the door closed, Xintlaya swallowed and retreated in her heart.

"Or, forget it?"

Although life is not going well now. It is normal to lack goals, lose motivation, and be confused all day long, but people always have inertia.

When you have adapted to your current life, it is very difficult to make changes.Hinterlea is no exception.Standing at the gate of Black Steel International, she suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being a bastard knight.It's better than the mercenaries inside the door. They might go to the battlefield to fight one day, and lose their lives in a foreign country if they are not careful.

What, you said we are recruiting civil servants here, not mercenaries?

Is there any difference?

She returned home last night and searched for information about Kjerag on the intercity network.Although the place did look quiet and peaceful, it seemed that all that was left was quiet and peaceful.

Xinteleia really couldn't imagine that if she really went there, besides watching the big horned beast squeaking its teeth every day, there would be other interesting ways of entertainment.

Casimir is indeed a bit mentally draining, but it’s better than no spiritual entertainment at all, right?

"As expected, let's forget it. The worst thing is, I'll just change my job and stop being a knight."

After thinking about it for a while, Xintrea crumpled the recruitment notice into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and turned around to leave the Black Steel Building.

"There is no game today. Let's go to the clinic first, and then we can find a coffee shop to waste some time."

Only five minutes after she left Oak Street, a clear phone rang in the room of a high-rise residence in Kavaleriaki.Then he was picked up by a man wearing a high-end Colombian suit and an expensive Victoria watch.

"yes?"

"Your knight, Xintrea, seems to be planning to leave the knights and find another job."

There was an impatient voice on the other end of the phone,

"How do you plan to deal with it?"

The expression on the face of the man who answered the phone did not change at all. He pondered for a moment, lit a cigarette from Bolivar Plantation for himself, took a deep breath, and exhaled a solid ring of smoke, like a sigh. Generally speaking:

"That girl is quite beautiful. I want to keep her for a while, so I will buy her."

"You are such a person, you always like to crush children's dreams of knighthood, and then play with an empty shell that is at the mercy of others. What's the point of this?"

The person on the other side of the phone made a disgusting comment and then returned to the topic.

"So? Arrange for someone to bring her to you?"

"It's not necessary. I don't like Jinsi Yu who can run away." The man flicked his fingers and scattered the cigarette ashes, as if the knight's life was as worthless as the ashes in her eyes, "Let your Wuqiu Alliance handle it. Bar."

"Isn't it better to break the contract to make her lose money and go into debt, and then do your bidding in order to repay the money?"

asked the voice on the other end of the phone.

The man paused in confusion: "When did you suddenly become nosy, Roy?"

The voice on the other side of the phone smiled frivolously: "No way? I just mentioned it casually according to your capitalist ideas. If there is nothing else, I will hang up first."

After saying that, before another voice could be heard from the other side of the phone, Roy hung up the phone first, stretched out his hand, and picked up the photo of Xinteleia standing in front of the Black Steel International Building, holding a Photos of job postings.

This photo is even a side profile photo that’s not too far away!

Obviously, without Xintera even realizing it, she was being watched, followed, and secretly photographed.

Roy looked at Xintrea's appearance, then recalled the information about the knight that had just been sent by Xintrea's agent, and pursed his lips with a look of regret.

"Alas, another poor knight girl."

"What's wrong with being a knight? Kavaleliaki is now full of spies from the Uncensored Alliance and the Business Federation. Before those capitalists drain your value, it's not that easy to change jobs."

"You say you are so aloof, as if you are not the one being exploited." Partner Monique, who was wiping her bow and arrows at the side, rolled her eyes at Roy.

Roy shrugged indifferently: "Yes, so do we, so we have to work overtime tonight. Is my bow polished?"

"You wipe it yourself, I'm not your nanny." Monique sternly refused.

Roy replied with a playful smile: "Help me, otherwise you will say my cum smells bad again at night!"

Monique's face suddenly darkened, she raised her bow and aimed at Roy, as if if you dare to speak pornographically again, I will shoot you to death.

Roy quickly apologized and gave up with a smile: "I'm talking about archery skills, archery skills."