I Am No King's

Chapter 53 – First Meeting

PoV Lacuna

　

"So, this is the place?"

　

Using the smartphone as a guide, I reached a predetermined location. Waw! Technology today really makes things easier. In my old days, I had to gather information and ask here and there if I wanted to reach a location. Yeah, nevermind.

　

I was silent for a moment, standing in front of this worn-out-looking building. No. gabe. The word obsolete is too subtle. Rather than obsolete, rather, the building that was supposed to be a three-story building was already half destroyed.

　

Well, I don't care either. I entered through the half-broken door.

　

"Welcome home."

　

A man with a tuxedo and a fedora was already standing among the ruins. He raised his right hand, making the existing ruins float, showing a door. With a move on the left hand, the door opened.

　

"Please come in."

　

Heeh, this man is the guardian.

　

"Thank you."

　

I walked into the open door, down the stairs I don't know how long. I used restraint in my shoes and clothes, made my body float, and went down the stairs.

　

In a short time, I was already in a large room. This room has no furniture. Only the hall is white.

　

I concentrated, trying to sense all the materials or minerals. Some materials respond, such as a sonar wave, in several directions. There is silver, iron, copper, chrome, aluminum, and so on. However, the presence of each material was extremely weak. It seems that this room was made by mixing various kinds of materials to prevent control.

　

Other than me, there are four other people standing in this room. And, just like me, they were all wearing jackets or robes made of a certain material. However, clearly, my clothes were the thickest, multilayered, and heavy.

　

From the right, one woman with brown eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair was wearing a white singlet and a green miniskirt. Under the mini skirt, a semi-transparent stockings wrapped around. On his white skin, a winter robe with a mixture of aluminum and iron covered.

　

Next to the woman, two men were wearing suits with pilot jackets. There was nothing interesting about these two men. I just felt the quartz from their bodies. From the shape, the gun.

　

The last man was wearing a suit without a suit, only a vest. The winter robe he was wearing had some varying materials in it, there was iron, aluminum, and quartz. She had red hair, not from paint or from birth, but more like a burn, which was quite harmonious with her dark skin. His eyes were wearing red contact lenses as well. I don't know if the lens is a tool or just a contact lens.

　

In this room, two people are specialists and three people are generalists. Not many specialists could survive in the mercenary world. Maybe they're great.

　

I walked in, away from the stairs. We all threw one another a glance for a moment, then threw away a glance.

　

"It seems you've all come."

　

A woman came up from the stairs. The woman had blond hair and blue eyes that were in contrast to her oriental yellow skin. He was wearing a pilot jacket with cargo pants. I'm not sure what's behind the pilot's jacket.

　

However, what is clear is, this woman cannot be taken lightly. I felt his entire clothes made of silver thread. If we fight, he could control the silver in my clothes, use it as a weapon against me.

　

I'm pretty confident in my controlling power, but I'm not sure I can beat this woman. His aura was so domineering, as if my clothes could have been torn off at this very moment, obeying his orders.

　

This is what happens when two people with the same primary control are in one room. We, him and I, can feel the controlling power of others quickly, and know who is stronger and weaker. And right now, I'm weaker.

　

"Hooh, it turns out that there are other people whose primary control is the same as mine." The woman looked at me for a moment, then back at everyone. "Welcome to everyone. I'm the one who hired you all, Mila Hofmeijer. Don't mind my last name because it's not a surname, it's just a meaningless name. You guys, mercenaries, you know."

　

No one responded, pointing out how insignificant the pleasantries this woman was making.

　

Mila also sighed. With a flick, a few dots on the ceiling opened. A few boxes floated to everyone present in this room.

　

After this box touched my hand, I was able to confirm its composition. This box is a mixture of steel whose corners are given silver. I don't feel any vibrations or anything on the silver part, indicating this silver is not controlled, but on the steel part. So, Mila used the controls on steel.

　

I threw my face away for a moment, opening the box with restraint. Inside, there is a flash drive.

　

"In the flash drive, there are data related to your target, the Mafia of the Ibrahim Family. And,"

　

I threw this box into the corner of the room. Two people did the same.

　

"Eh?"

　

Blarr

　

Several explosions appeared in a corner of the room, where we threw the box. Unfortunately, not everyone survived. Two people with quartz control died of being late throwing boxes in their hands.

　

I retracted my statement saying that the two specialists were strong. They are amateurs.

　

"Congratulations, the three of you passed the test and are entitled to accept this job. I look forward to the happy news from you. See you soon."

　

With that closing sentence, Mila floated back, back up the stairs, leaving the three of us.

　

　

"Name?" i asked.

　

"Before asking, say your name." The blonde woman replied.

　

"He's right." The red-haired man responded.

　

I did not continue the speech. Because they did not answer, I call them Red and Blonde.

　

At that moment, the three of us were silent. No one moved up the stairs. It's not that we don't want to leave this room, but we don't want to be attacked while on the stairs.

　

This cleaning job is not specific to one person, but rather to several people. In other words, only one person would get paid, surviving to the end.

　

"Then, when will we stay here? We have a job, right?" Red asked.

　

"Please," I responded.

　

"We're not going to prevent you from leaving" Blonde added.

　

Red speechless. He threw a glance at both of us.

　

"Ladies first?"

　

"No, thank you." Blondes respond quickly.

　

I added, "i'm a supporter of gender equality."

　

Red paused for a moment, then said "yes I have, I will give up and go first."

　

Red walk. After a few steps, he turned around, looking at us.

　

The third rule in non-specific cleaning jobs is, don't show your back to people you don't trust. You won't know what they're going to do behind your back, literally.

　

As soon as he reached the stairs, he floated up, leaving us both. Of course we're still looking in our direction.

　

Now it's just the two of us, me and Blonde.

　

"So, Blonde, do you want to go first?"

　

"No thank you. How about you go first?"

　

No one wants to budge, we both still throw one another a glance. No one looked away or blinked. In a moment like this, the first person to take a look or blink will lose. And, apparently, I'm not the losing side.

　

"All right, I'll go first."

　

Just like Red, Blonde walked backwards without taking his eyes off me.

　

Not long after, I was the only one in this room.

　

Seriate

　

　

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This chapter is one of 6 chapters uploaded simultaneously (53-58)

　

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