Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

But the problem is.

I don't know where it is.

After all, she's an outsider; how could she possibly be familiar with such things?

"Do you want to go to the Tower of Babel?"

Suddenly, an extra voice sounded from behind.

"Tsk... Is this what they call chivalry? Eavesdropping behind someone's back?"

Coming to his senses, he didn't know why, but sodium chloride just felt a strange, inexplicable aversion to the female knight.

I can't explain why, I just don't like it.

However, Lin Guang was not angered by the doctor's barbed words, and simply explained.

"I only overheard that. After all, you've been on watch outside for a long time. Is the doctor planning to go to the Tower of Babel?"

"...Who knows?"

The other person was a simpleton who wouldn't talk back, so sodium chloride naturally had no interest in arguing and turned to leave.

However, before they could even take a step, a single sentence made sodium chloride freeze in place.

"I've heard of the Tower of Babel. It's said to be a medical organization that takes in infected people. I came here to find the Tower of Babel. They're supposedly docked near the Kazdel border."

Moored?

Medical organizations treating infected individuals?

This mooring is quite interesting; could it be a ship?

"A dock? Is it a mobile city-state?"

Lin Guang nodded.

"Yes, it is said that they have their own mobile city-states, which are used to treat infected people. I also came here with the intention of seeking refuge. If the rumors are true that they are stationed in the border area, they should actually not be far from here."

Indeed, if it's the border, then this place is right near the border.

what is this.

He finally gave the blonde female knight in front of him a proper look.

Sodium chloride seemed to feel something indescribable.

It's like being fed a mouthful of shit, but it turns out to be stinky tofu that tastes like shit.

Suddenly this guy became even more annoying.

"If it's a doctor, Babel would probably welcome them, since it is a medical organization itself."

Lin Guang was completely oblivious to Sodium Chloride's expression.

After all, you can't glean any useful information from the faces of people at noodle stalls.

Wait.

Did she come here intending to seek refuge with someone else?

Seek refuge with?

Sodium chloride suddenly had a new idea.

A new way to obtain information.

And a good idea to get rid of trouble and seek revenge.

If we're lucky, we might get a good harvest.

"The Tower of Babel... well, it's a medical organization..."

With the word "Nan Nan" in mind, a plan was born in the girl's heart.

Coincidentally, two of the three people were infected, and she was a doctor.

It's such a coincidence.

This is not.

The opportunity will come.

P.S.: So tired. I was exhausted yesterday and almost slept through the night. When I woke up today, I felt like I was seeing a slideshow. [collapses]

Chapter 114, Section 118: [Money Makes No Problem]

"...Are you really a mercenary?"

Kazdel Industrial District.

There are many abandoned factories here, and these empty factories are simply the perfect place for scheming deals.

Just like now.

The employer's agent was standing in front of the three cars, with two briefcases on a simple folding table in front of him.

"Wow, that's quite a generous offer. This sum is enough for me to live a carefree life for several years."

Fingers glide across stacks of Kazdel paper and pens, and the brand-new coins jingle with the sound of wealth.

Excellent, this deal is a perfect one.

I put down the money, checked the money in the alley, and found it to be exactly the right amount, no more, no less.

"We are definitely mercenaries, honest and trustworthy, and we'll pay ten times the price if we're found to be dishonest!"

The woman smiled and spoke, her voice delicate and alluring, like a rare beauty among mortals.

As his boss's agent, the man was also a powerful figure. Even if he was a big shot's dog, he was still a top-tier henchman, a high-level enforcer. He had seen far too many beauties and slept with so many that he couldn't remember their names. But this time, all the beauties he had ever seen, heard, or imagined combined couldn't compare to the woman in front of him who made his heart flutter with just a glance.

Such a woman should only exist in heaven; how often can one hear of her in the mortal world?

Incomparably beautiful.

However, the man looked extremely cautious.

Because the woman carried a dagger, and a Sakota short gun was stuck in the thigh straps beneath her beautiful dress.

Those were real spoils of war, since no other race besides the Sarkaz would possess a repeating short gun.

That's a rare find.

This also proves the strength of the stunning beauty before us.

Behind her were six or seven mercenaries, all of whom were her subordinates.

It's definitely a rose with thorns; you'd better see if you're up to the task before you try to pick it.

Its crimson eyes resembled those of a murderous doll from a horror story, both scarlet and eerie.

Like a poppy stained with blood, alluring yet deadly.

Of course, this makes it even more tempting.

Fortunately, a man who has been with countless women and experienced many conspiracies still has this much self-control. Those whose brains are invaded by sperm are long gone.

"Your appearance is completely unconvincing. Are even nobles from Kazdel becoming mercenaries now?"

The man took the photo out of his pocket and placed it on the table as he spoke.

"Because many rich people actually have some quirks."

The girl twirled a strand of pale golden hair between her fingers and spoke with a smile.

"Some of the canned food that nobles give to their pets is imported from Colombia. The expensive price and long-distance shipping costs are enough to feed many poor people. The price of a single-use, custom-made garment that can only be worn for a few days and cannot be washed in any way is enough to buy a house. Many poor people still sleep on the streets, while the clothing of nobles can be so luxurious that poor people can't even imagine it in their entire lives."

Money can buy anything, and it can make the devil turn the millstone. It can also make judges make their rulings more "discretionary" and take into account the situation of the nobles and their own "difficulties".

Of course, don't get me wrong, I'm not condemning anyone; after all, I myself went even further than they did.

The girl pinched the hem of her clothes.

"The price of this dress wouldn't even buy half of what you have in three suitcases combined, but like I said..."

"When you have money, you develop all sorts of quirks, so it's not hard to imagine that someone would pay for murders to make some money to support their subordinates, is it?"

"This is legal murder, isn't it? It's super interesting, isn't it? Instead of telling me you don't have any human blood on your hands, in this day and age, being rich and heartless is the most common method, except you're ordering someone else to do it, while I..."

It was done by myself, nothing more.

The girl said this with an extremely wicked smile.

"...This is just a deposit; the other half will be given to you after the deal is done."

The man didn't continue the previous conversation. He was already convinced that the woman in front of him was crazy, but it didn't matter. No matter who she was, as long as she could do good things, she was a good person.

"This man is called Hedley, and the people around him are a group of Sarkaz mercenaries who must die. Find them, kill them, it's that simple."

I picked up the photo on the table; it was a street photograph.

Above is a Sarkaz man with dark red hair.

He seems like a very mature guy.

"Is he the one in charge?"

"No, he's just a deputy."

"Huh? You want me to kill a errand boy?"

"He is far more dangerous than the person in charge, and he deserves to die far more."

The man said coldly.

The two men were talking about the price of human life. Here, no one cares about the value of life itself; human life is not something valuable.

With money, you can do anything.

A graveyard for good people, a paradise for villains.

"However... it seems you're... this guy's employer, right?"

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly looked at the man in front of her and the bodyguards behind him with a look of expectation.

It's an open secret that employers in Kazdel usually prepare two cents.

One payment was for the mercenaries, and the other was for hiring assassins to take out the mercenaries.

You have to understand that in a place like Kazdel, the rule of survival for mercenaries is simply to stay alive.

The better the mercenary, the more valuable they are; the more powerful the mercenary, the more expensive they are; the more expensive the mercenary, the more dangerous they are; and the more dangerous the mercenary, the more deserving they are to die.

Mercenaries who do not die will continue this cycle until they die, and this cycle will continue indefinitely.

However, although it was a public secret, only Pianna was the one who spoke it out openly.

However, Pianna didn't care about any of this, and even ignored the other party's tense nerves and the bodyguards behind him reaching into the lining of his coat.

She didn't care about these small fry who could be crushed with a flick of her wrist.

"Hmm~ Don't worry, don't worry, I don't care. I'll take care of this guy. On the other hand, I hope that next time you find someone to kill me, you'll suggest finding someone more capable, otherwise it'll be too boring."

I hate boring people, and I hate weak people even more.

Boring to death, and the weak deserve to die even more...

Hope you remember that~

Handing the suitcase to her subordinate, the girl arrogantly twirled the car key on the metal ring in her fingers.

However, it is indeed the truth.

No matter how important or insignificant a person is, they are no different from pigs and dogs in her eyes; they are all beasts waiting to be slaughtered.

The only difference is whether she wants to kill or not.

After all, no one develops any strange feelings towards NPCs...

Oh no.

That reclusive little guy is different.