Aiko, with Beata's permission, sat down and began to write in her notebook, converting things on the fly into stats and skills.
"'Chopping' - 'one-handed weapon in two hands'..."
"'Faster than they can react' - 'swiftness'..."
"'From twenty paces' - 'shooting skill'..."
"'A circus performer's profession'."
Thought: "Night watchman shift? I hope that's true, otherwise all these rats, oh, they work in pairs, like bandits, and how did they find out about the vacancy? Maybe they saw a note on the gate and decided to play along to rob us?"
"No, no, no, robbing a combat squad? That's a bad target with these conditions. A really bad one."
"These are just my insinuations, but in any case, I'll try to talk my way out of it with charisma."
Charisma on.
-- Wonderful. It's a pity I didn't get to see your friend, but he'll still have time to prove his worth. As you can guess from the name, we are a special unit, founded to solve flexible tasks that the guard and the army cannot handle due to their structure. Perhaps, in a way, we can be called mercenaries, but there are obvious differences from a 'mercenary guild' in terms of goals and funding.
He describes in detail how injustice still prevails in various corners of the Vast Empire, that in these conditions, someone is needed who will resolutely eliminate emerging conflicts, always be ready to help, and so on.
Then he says the same things as Kilike, watching Beata's eyes for the slightest spark of doubt and steering the conversation. In short: 320 a month / 0 OD and other bonuses.
"Boring. We'll be tied hand and foot, don't go there, don't steal that, you can't kill that... But, I think I understand why Your Majesty sent us to her and what she needs from us. Well, good pay and adventure, yay! In the worst case, we can always run away to the far corners of the world, hide out - he-he - in the lands of the dark Lunarians..."
- Life is generally unfair. Listen, they've already banned almost everything interesting here, and soon it will be impossible to wear mini-skirts and low-cut tops. I'm ready to fight against such injustice! - Beata smiled at her own joke. - But, seriously, you're making an offer we can't refuse! We can say that we are professional mercenaries, and no one has ever complained about our work! - and if they did complain, they would never tell anyone, Beata added to herself, but of course, she didn't say that out loud. - By the way, - she leaned towards her interlocutor with a conspiratorial smile, - who funds you?
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