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"Food is included, but the courier is not part of the contract," the Nosrenrotka said, listening to Kohai. "So you'll have to deliver it yourself, okay? As for your position, you'll be stationed in the city; Astellia is here too. Let's go get a standard contract. I think you can handle the position yourself; it's pretty straightforward, but there's a lot of paperwork. It's just bureaucracy, eh..."
—Astellia? I don't remember if we met at yesterday's meeting... I'm used to paperwork. And I can deliver it myself. I don't want to brag, but in my hometown, I was the fastest runner. Author
The knight shoulders Rock and leads Klin to the office. Oh, this place has really gone downhill without the Carneol historian; there was a certain spirit here... a mournful one. Well, never mind, Klin will be here now.
Klin silently surveys the office. At home, he liked cleanliness and minimalism, so he'll have to do some serious cleaning on his own evenings. Author
A piece of paper and a pen are placed on the table. The paper contained all the terms and conditions in legal language, and since the previous secretary clearly didn't need to do this for their position, it's obvious that the text was written by the diligent and meticulous Aiko, who wanted to be prepared for all eventualities.
The knight leisurely flips through the document and finds the place to sign. —"If there's a small line at the bottom that says something about eternal servitude, then you're in trouble." Author
"Also, I need to warn you," Erefir continues. "About our mission. It may not directly concern you, but at this stage, it would be strange to keep it a secret, right? So, we plan to kill the dragon by Monday, and we've developed a pretty good plan against it. I don't think you're interested in the details right now, though. But first, no one can be sure of anything; I've seen what the creature is capable of. Second, I pray to the gods that we catch it alone, because it definitely has accomplices, and we don't know anything about them at the moment. So, it's not a fact that you'll be working with us for long, Klin."
—"Really, you managed to prepare in just a week? And this hammer is probably also for squashing the dragon like a fly? My admiration for Her Lightness's mercenaries knows no bounds." —the knight remarks. "One such Carneol could probably conquer Calcite in a week." —he adds to himself with great sadness. —"But I'd ask you to leave the depressive mood to me, Erefir; it doesn't suit you." Author
"Well, in the worst-case scenario, your instructions are the same as Astellia's: take everyone and evacuate. Until Monday, at hour X on Monday morning. But if we succeed, that's good; I hope for a long and fruitful collaboration, if you haven't changed your mind, of course."
—"So, until Monday evening, we leave the city limits if we don't hear from you? Understood, it will be done. I hope we meet again; I like to listen to stories about different exploits."