Chapter 237 The boss finally can’t stand the employees’ main business of fishing (32

[Report, the gear was rescued]

[Oh! The businessman is easy to talk to, not as stubborn as the hermit. Have you given him a communicator? Kanlong]

[Yes, he hasn’t said a word yet. Could it be that he was hit? 】

[I’m thinking about his losses. Businessmen are troublesome. Anyway, I’m going to continue traveling. Don’t call me if you have nothing to do]

[OK, thank you for your hard work]

[Nothing, I’m quite happy to intercept the police armored vehicle designated by the Two Borders Security Bureau]

[What do you think of Omer Linton, the one who used the merchant's foothold this time? He used those two cards very smoothly, and the compatibility should be quite high]

[Compared with the compatibility, did anyone else join the summit just now? Rhodes Island directly opened a group tour for us, do you want to take it? 】

[What should I do? I haven’t broken any laws yet. Although our organization says we want to help each other, we don’t say we want to do things together, right?]

[Of course, Guiyuanzhidang is just a social platform]

[Speaking of which, hermits and businessmen can’t help but brush their presence. How ironic.

It’s clear that these two code names sound like the least likely things to happen]

[Aren’t code names just chosen casually? You might as well think about what kind of code name Linton would be]

【Gennomiya-kun, do you want to add someone new? 】

[His resume is very clean, he is a trainer of Central Tereson, but he is also a mercenary, so he seems to be worthy of consideration]

[If anyone has time, please go and get in touch with him. He is a guy who lives in the sun. The businessman and Kanlong have too many criminal records, so there is no need to consider it]

【Is Mr. Moriarty going?】

[In your eyes, am I the type who will take the initiative to come to the stage? 】

[You have to take a walk when you get older, you can’t stay moldy in the clock tower all the time, right?]

[Hmph, I have no interest in moving around until I find the guy who took up the spot for Sherlock Holmes]

[Then you slowly look for a needle in a haystack, don’t just look for a Lipia like me]

[I’ll go, give me a chance]

[Are you aware that you are not wanted, businessman?]

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In a hotel room in Jiemen East District.

A man with a gloomy expression held the communication in his hand and typed eagerly:

[He is not using a sublimator, but a beta igniter. I can see it clearly, so he should be interested in my goods]

The prison uniform that had been changed, the dirty hair that had not been repaired in time, and the black ash remaining when he was pulled out of the explosion site and taken away from the explosion site were still hanging on his face. He was obviously the elf criminal who had just escaped from the prison van.

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Rather than the messy appearance, he cared more about the content on the chat software that lacked business cards and only had bright avatars.

[Beta Igniter... It’s really a subtle fate, but are you sure you won’t be caught again? 】

A big word "source" used as an avatar was the confirmation sent from the chat software manager Yuan Gongjun, which made him type out the response very quickly:

[No problem! I can make a comeback, I still have capital]

The member with a cartoon brown-haired female avatar, Guikerao, said: [Isn’t this too businessman? Kanlong, why don’t you talk about him? 】

This woman seems to have nothing to do all day long. She usually speaks too frequently, but now she is even more annoying to the man.

And Kanlong, who had a Western dragon head, still answered simply: "I am only responsible for saving him once, I don't care about the rest."

That's good. The businessman is very grateful to Kanlong for his indifference outside the Two Realms Security Bureau.

But what is most anticipated is naturally Gennomiya-kun’s reply: [Are you sure you are inviting him and not to get something back? Businessman]

[Inviting as a companion is a longer-term business method. There are some things I can make him willingly give in the future!] The man replied immediately.

[Wow, does this person look at us like we look at money bags? 】

[Such frankness is very reassuring, isn’t it? Let him go, Gennomiya-kun]

The member whose avatar was a blue butterfly and whose code name was Moriarty spoke, which made him even more delighted.

[…Yes, it’s allowed. After all, the Hall of Return is not an organization with coercive power. We only come together because of the power of monsters, right?

So, businessman, I look forward to you inviting Mr. Linton in]

【I will do it as soon as possible!】

After typing these characters, the man turned over and lay down on the bed, not caring about the trouble that the dirt would cause to the cleaner.

He was so tired that when he closed his eyes, he would only think about how he had made up his mind to retreat, only to be blocked by a flaming sword that penetrated the sky and the earth.

'Levatin'

As an eighty-six-year-old local elf involved in the trading of monster cards, the businessman is naturally familiar with the myth of producing information about monsters.

The flaming magic sword that burned the world in Norse mythology appeared in multiple versions because of the time travellers, and he encountered a worse one.

It's so big... He looked at the mammoth lava giant and the towering flame blade in his hand. That figure reflected in his eyes a desire to plunder.

Such a giant and such great power should be able to be turned into cards, right?

As he thought this, he was struck by the sword.

And now, after he was rescued by that cold-faced companion, he still couldn't forget that figure.

But when doing business, you still need to be down-to-earth.

With this thought in mind, he stood up again and checked his account at the Gray Realm Physical Insurance Bank - and sure enough, it had not been frozen.

This is the principal he mentioned before.

No one would carry all their property with them, especially a businessman. He would naturally have a lot of cards in his hand, and among them was a particularly special card that had a deep connection with the Beta Igniter.

Name: Mephilas

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At the same time, in Homa's office.

Someone has prepared a meal that can be placed on the table, but cannot rest.

After all, there were three racing girls on the table, and there was no doubt that they had consumed a lot of energy. The intravenous drip on the Rhode Island hospital bed was far from enough to make up for all the demons.

He still had to stay in the kitchen for a while, but at least there was a good boy who was willing to help.

Well, there are actually quite a few people who are willing to help, but whether they can help or not is another matter.

First of all, the electrical appliances in this kitchen are quite complete.

Secondly, this is not someone's test bed, and the way to think about nutritional balance is not to add extracts to it.

Finally... Shinjo, get out!

The pot is already smoking!

Therefore, the ultimate kitchen assistant can only be a tea seat.

Of course, there is nothing to be upset about, after all, the worst news has been received.

If the criminals are not brought to justice, then as the main participant in the fight against the criminals, there is no certainty that they will be targeted.

As a result, the three people in the room may also be affected...

Homais was in a bad mood, even though the criminal escaped and became a wanted criminal, making him rich.

But in general, he has to take the initiative to find the needle in the haystack in the Jiemen area.

We cannot ignore the possibility of the other party running away from the Jiemen area overnight - although the police have blocked various traffic arteries, their transport vehicle has just been intercepted, hasn't it?

Regardless of whether it is reliable or not, let’s assume it is not reliable.

Omer had always assumed this, but just as he was thinking about what to do tomorrow and frying shrimp balls, the familiar bell rang again, making him frown.

He slightly lowered the stove's firepower and opened the communication. What he saw was a note that surprised him:

Reins of Junchuan.

Ah, this... Several possibilities flashed through Omo's mind in an instant, all of which were directly related to the case in a foreign land. After opening it, the first thing he heard was:

"Condolences! How is Trainer Linton's condition?"

...How much worse could it be?

With the mentality that he was already at rock bottom and would probably move forward no matter what, Omo said without being humble or arrogant:

"...I just need some rehabilitation to recover. Thank you, Chairman, for your concern."

"Doubt it! Don't be brave, Trainer Linton. I asked the director of Rhode Island directly. You really shined at this time's Traveler Summit!"

"...?"

Of course, Omer has understood the concept of the Traveler Summit, but... uh... will he be called by Rhodes Island later?

Although he already had this premonition, he still had to reply first, so Omer simply took a photo of himself in the kitchen: "It's pretty good, I can even cook."

"I'm impressed! I didn't expect Trainer Linton to have such cooking skills. These days, there are not many people who are willing to cook by themselves without letting the machine take care of it."

Uh... It's not that I haven't thought about it, I just want to save money...

Although it now seems that reducing the content of electrical appliances can indeed effectively combat Bourbon's halo of electrical appliance killers, Omer is not happy either.

He could only say with a subtle expression: "Then what's the matter with Chairman?"

"Condolences! This is the responsibility of the reins, but after thinking about it, I still need to say it myself. You must pay attention! Trainer Linton, whether it is the safety of the racing girl or your safety, here is a suggestion."

"Please say."

"Draw up! Draw up the schedule! The Dream Cup will be held next year, and the debut race will officially begin in December this year. This process requires the trainer and the racing girl to work together, so that's why!"

The voice on the other end of the call was extremely solemn.

"Players trying to participate in the Dream Cup must submit a preliminary schedule to the URA Association."

"The Classic Triple Crown, the Three Calendar Crowns, the Spring Triple Crown, the Autumn Triple Crown, the Emperor's Prize Consecutive Crown, or the St. Francis Triple Crown, or the Belgian Championship, you can write whatever you want. This schedule is just for reference, not for reference.

It will be implemented as a strict requirement.”

"But this is also the goal chosen by you and your racing wife, and it is also the association's assessment of your strength, so it must be taken seriously!"

"When is the earliest?"

"Just tomorrow, no matter what the latest?"

"No need, preparations will be made at the beginning. The chairman personally reminded me of this, and he also hopes that I will focus more on the work of a trainer instead of the dangerous commission of a mercenary, right?"

"Definitely! Although Trainer Linton is not as smart as a young man, he is too straightforward."

"The chairman is not too obsessed with the boss's efforts. I'll thank the chairman first, and then I'll talk to the horse racing girls in charge."

"Come on! Take care of yourself and your reins by the way. I probably want to tell you something, but I'm still more worried about your tempura overexploding. Goodbye!" "Eh? Chairman!"

The resolute chairman turned off the communication, mixed with the angry voice of the reins lady. Are these two people actually staying together?

...Oh, come to think of it, these two days are indeed not the time for those two to rest.

The overtime work hasn’t stopped yet.

Omo twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly wanting to laugh, and glanced at the contents of the pot.

Under the astonished gaze of the cafeteria, a magic claw that was not afraid of being burned directly penetrated into the boiling oil, picked up two pieces of fried shrimp balls and placed them in front of his eyes.

After looking at it carefully for a few seconds, he shook his head.

I'm not too old, the chairman just wants to tease Miss Junchuan.

But the preliminary schedule...

He turned to look at the tea seat next to the guests, and then turned to look in the direction of the living room. There were voices yelling at him to hurry up and prepare the dishes for dinner.

"The schedule can be drawn up tomorrow." He told the tea table, and his ears twitched.

At the same time, the sounds in the living room suddenly became silent.

Everyone is paying attention to this place with their excellent horse ears, right?

Now it was the turn of a certain Miss Shinjo, who had very ordinary hearing, to feel that she was the only one who couldn't do it.

But this really has nothing to do with her. She can take advantage of the situation to get a few dishes that she likes, and she admires the little snake's craftsmanship.

Although it is clearly just home-cooked cuisine, the taste is only average, but the focus is on nutritional balance.

But long-term takeaways obviously don't care about this.

The other two people sitting at the table didn't care that she was rushing to the table, and they were listening to what was said in the kitchen with their ears pricked up.

But there is no long speech there.

"Start working hard tomorrow, I have confidence in you."

The trainer just said that.
Chapter completed!