Chapter 74
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"You, come with me." The youth pointed to Mia and said.
Mia seemed to know where to go and respectfully nodded.
After Mia left with the Knight of Light, the curious Macon immediately asked: "Where is she going? Why isn't she with us?"
Scott laughed. "Why are you with us? She is a woman. Of course, she has to go to the ladies' room on the other side. There is no shelter here. "
Mason's face turned red as he heard this. He was embarrassed.
"Well, take a bath and change your clothes. Someone will come over to check our bodies." Scott said as he took off the black soft armor that was stained with blood and threw it to the side. Then, he walked to the side of the toilet bowl naked and scooped up the clear water to wash his body.
This was a big bath.
People in this world were very taboo, but they had to do a big bath after coming back from outside the giant wall.
Mason and the other two followed suit. They took off the black armor and began to wash their bodies.
After ten days of activities outside the giant wall, their bodies were very uncomfortable with sweat. Their bodies emitted bursts of stench. They wanted to wash for a long time.
Dean's character was relatively introverted. This could be seen from his usual few words. He pulled up a curtain and hung it on the bed. Then he took off the scratched armor and began to take a bath.
Dean couldn't help but secretly sigh every time he took a bath. He was not used to dry rubbing without shower gel.
"Look, Dean, this guy is doing this again."
"He also used a curtain to cover himself. There are only men here. What is there to cover?"
"It's like this during the special training. Sometimes I wonder if Dean is a girl."
Macon and the other two saw this and laughed.
Dean put his head out of the curtain and fiercely said: "Mason, if you talk nonsense again, I will go and tell Bei Weiwei that you secretly drew her portrait! Zach, don't laugh. Last time you secretly took someone's money. Do you want me to say it? Sham, if you follow me again, I will go and tear down your tavern! "
The three immediately covered their mouths.
Scott, who was watching from the side, laughed out loud.
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At the same time, in a secret castle in the commercial district.
Under the claws of a black crow, a letter was sent into the castle through the window and landed in a room on the second floor.
This was a very luxurious and spacious room. A dark red fluffy carpet covered most of the floor, and a large red paulownia desk was even older than the owner sitting on it. It was a fat middle-aged man, leaning against the creaking chair and casually playing with two pure colored agates in his hand. He caught a glimpse of the letter that had fallen on the desk.
"What kind of news is it? They actually sent it over without going through the proper procedures." He frowned slightly, but he still sat up and opened the letter. The words were densely packed on the snow-white paper with a faint fragrance. He looked at it for a while and his face suddenly changed. "Byrne didn't come back? How is that possible? Wasn't he supposed to finish up the work? Why didn't he come back on time? "
He stared at the letter, his expression uncertain.
The consortium had set a time for the hunters and scavengers to go out. The consequences of violation were extremely serious. If they didn't come back on time, there was more than a 70% chance that they would die. The remaining 30% chance was that they were on the verge of death, trapped, or met with a crisis and couldn't come back in time.
However, Byrne's situation was different.
He was only responsible for finishing up the work. He didn't go to the grey area to hunt. The risk factor was extremely low. If he didn't come back on time then the possibility of death was extremely high!
He held the letter in anger. Byrne was one of the hunters he was responsible for. If he lost Byrne, his position in the consortium would be affected. Moreover, the money he earned would also decline a lot.
"I must investigate clearly!" He immediately made a decision. His eyes were cold: "If he doesn't listen to me and goes to the grey area then I can't blame others. Even if the 'madman' comes to find me, I can't bear the responsibility! But if he was killed by hunters from other consortiums in the 8th region then it would be a problem of our consortium's intelligence! "
He immediately picked up the quill and quickly wrote down the order to thoroughly investigate the matter!
After all, although the Mellon Consortium was big but the loss of a hunter was not a trivial matter. Moreover such a strange loss was likely to involve intelligence loopholes or spies of the consortium!
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Mellon consortium's scavenger headquarters in the commercial district.
Two pieces of information were quickly passed to the headquarters.
The first floor of the headquarters building was responsible for receiving and handling basic information. The second floor was the administrative floor which dealt with important matters. At the moment the two pieces of information were sent to a spacious office on the second floor.
"Information from the hunter headquarters?" A middle-aged man in his forties sat on the desk. He had a mustache and was wearing a suit. He was sitting upright and respectful. He used to be a butler of the Mel family and was deeply loved by the master. Now he was assigned here to manage the scavengers. His power and identity were much higher than a butler. "There is a hunter in the 8th region who didn't come back? Strange, the 8th region has been cleaned up. There are only some minor matters left. How come the hunter didn't come back? "
The middle-aged man stared at the letter and frowned: "The higher-ups suspect that the hunter had an accident. So they sent this letter. Is it because they suspect that there is a problem among us scavengers?"
After all, he had been running this business for more than ten years. He immediately figured out the meaning of the higher-ups. His face was somewhat gloomy. If they thoroughly found out that there was a spy among the scavengers then the staff of the headquarters would be criticized and even punished!
However, he also felt helpless. After all, the loss of a hunter couldn't be made up for by any number of scavengers.
"If they find out that there is a spy, then we can only accept it." The middle-aged man sighed and put the letter aside. He opened the second letter. There were not many words on it and the content was very brief. He was startled: "Someone turned in the 'cold crystal'? Hey, Dean, this name … Isn't he the seed target of this batch of scavengers? "
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "This little guy is quite clever. He was able to pick up something from the hunter. He deserves to be the seed of the special training. He deserves to be the one who got the first place in the special training. He is worthy of the consortium's investment."
His previous depressed mood suddenly improved. Originally, recruiting Dean was a happy event for the scavenger headquarters because they had seen Dean's resume. His body radiation value was extremely low. Although he was not a "light physique", there was still a glimmer of hope for him to become a hunter. The only problem was that they were not willing to invest money to train him. Now it seemed that they could try!
If he really became a hunter, it would also be a merit for him!
He put the letter on top of the previous one. If it was another consortium scavengers who picked up the cold crystal and happened to encounter the letter from the hunter headquarters, he would most likely link the two together and come up with some conjectures. But now that the target was Dean, he would not associate it.
Because Dean had graduated from the scavengers special training and was also a seed target. No consortium would be stupid enough to send such a person to be a spy! Secondly, during the scavengers special training, all consortiums including the military were prohibited from contacting the scavengers!
Therefore, when the scavengers graduated, the consortiums could only try their best to take out benefits to entice them. They could not contact them in private. That would break the rules!
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