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Chapter 17 Really?Isn't this demon pure?

A mercenary.

"Hello, I'm Will the Star Mercenary"

A mercenary wearing a black hat, cloak, and bird's beak gas mask, like a doctor in ancient times, but with a C-level mercenary badge.

"A C-rank mercenary."

In the light of night, he looked particularly eerie and terrifying, but the barrage that flashed across the screen were all 'kind' words.

【Will where are you?Get out of the way! 】【WWWWWWWill started broadcasting again?What are you doing this time? 】

[I saw that the anchor's news the day before yesterday was that he had obtained a necromancer certificate. Are you going to show necromancer today? 】【Didn't necromancy enter the sewer long ago?Paladin is number one in the world! 】

He ignored those barrages. Of course, wearing that mask, it was indeed difficult to see whether he had given any facial feedback to those barrages. At this moment, he moved away from the screen a little, and the audience could see a forest behind him.

At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but in the barrage, someone noticed that those tree species had unfamiliar characteristics, and he even raised his hand in the next second, and he could see three light bands in the night sky, four 'Moon', and other brilliant stars.

Then he turned the camera back to the woods and continued the unfinished words:

"Now, I'm in Aldebaran's No. [-] star sector. Many viewers should have noticed my activities two days ago. I got the necromancer certificate, so!"

The mercenary backed away from the camera, revealing the tombstone that was blocked by his previous position.

"Today we will record an unboxing video."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a shovel with a jet of power tail flame and shoveled it down in front of the tombstone!
The next second the screen went black, followed by a string of red characters appearing on the screen:
[The SAN value of the anchor has fluctuated violently, and the live broadcast is interrupted. Please choose the anchor rationally to pay attention to it]

"Do you understand?"

After switching the live broadcast room back to the selection page, Omer asked David.

"?"

David's face was full of confusion that Bize could see.

"Many mercenaries obtain extra commissions by broadcasting their missions. In the past, this was usually used by employers with a strong desire for control to supervise mercenaries." Omer explained patiently.

Even in the next second, Bizer added: "Confirm that they are indeed completing the task and not fishing."

Looking at Bize, who can do science popularization for David, Omer really doesn't know whose sorrow it is between the two of them.

But sorrow is sorrow, which means that it is still unfinished:
"...But now, with the backing of the Frontier Beacon Corporation, it's become a well-known form of entertainment throughout the Commonwealth."

"So many mercenaries have taken the path of well-known live broadcast hosts, even video hosts," Omer said, swiping the screen display on the terminal, switching from the live broadcast area to the video area, and pointing at those various The main id of the video, "Cut out some content that is not suitable for live broadcast, or explain and process a special task in detail. When the live broadcast did not exist, most space mercenaries communicated via video. Employers make sure they get the job done."

"This is especially true for cyber mercenaries like you."

When he said this, Omer raised his hand and pointed to the lines of the precision filler on David's face: "The bodies of cyber mercenaries are convenient for loading information records, and most of the well-known mercenary anchors and mercenary video hosts are cyber mercenaries. Bo mercenaries, or cyber mercenaries who act as teammates and assistants."

"Even." Omer's finger slid on the screen again, focusing on the main page of the account.

The name of that account is:
"Overcast and Shenyin Channel." David subconsciously read the name.

"Some cyber mercenaries don't broadcast live or prepare videos, but post 'news' every day, touching fish all day long!"

"It's not popular, of course, but it still exists."

"Now!" Having said that, Omer raised his hand to cover the terminal, and also made the light screen in mid-air disappear, "I'll ask you again, what is your understanding of mercenaries?"

"Are you still worried that the law and order in Jiemen District has no soil for the development of mercenaries?"

"Are you still wondering if you really need to kill people in this world?"

"Let me tell you now, there is a newly discovered galaxy 11 light-years away from us, called the Frontier Galaxy. Ji Liting, named after the first explorer who discovered it."

"The planet development is going on there, and there are two giant interstellar companies, 'Beidou Chihang' and 'Xingyuan Machinery Production Association', who are jointly supporting them, and they are recruiting interstellar mercenaries, all of whom are enthusiastic and ambitious. explorer."

Having said that, Bizer looked at Omer with horror, and it was hard to understand why he understood it so clearly.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so Omer continued.

"There will be killings and battles there. At the same time, in the early stages of development, a city base that conforms to the definition of cyberpunk like Night City will inevitably be born. That will be the most suitable new home for you from Night City."

After saying that, Omer looked at David who was already sweating on his forehead: "But you, and your companions, are you willing to go?"

"Is it necessary?"

"Morrison! Are you back already!"

"Here, why are you shouting so loudly!"

In the evening, Morrison was reclining on the sofa with a sad look as if he had been exhausted by work. He jumped up after hearing Omer's voice at the entrance, and the reason was indeed Omer's Yelling too loudly.

Social animals who have just been tortured by work and have a nervous breakdown cannot bear this stimulation.

A long-distance business trip is imminent, and the thug Morrison, who was originally engaged in escorting, protecting, and fighting, was forced to take up clerical work. He ran to various departments for an afternoon to confirm documents, and the result was that he was about to turn gray after he was busy melted.

For now, Morrison and Omer are quite complementary in their respective fields of expertise, that is, force and civil service.

However, compared with the knowledge learned in school, Omer's expertise is more reflected in the research of horse racing events.

The collection of public information has the power to turn decay into magic in the hands of a discerning person, and Omer has to admit that that kind of work is tedious but effective.

Based on the forum posts in his favorites, the schedules of the players on the race website, and the daily documentary-like footage of the training of horse race girls in the program "Racing Horse Girl Continent", even if Omer has never been to Trey Mori College also has a general understanding of the names of most of the faculty members and students of that college, the degree of friendship with each other, and the status of family background.

He doesn't even need to set up a database on purpose, relying on his own memory and the retrieval of data by the chip in his brain, those publicly available materials can exist.

And a very small part of private information whose true or false is unknown.

It's impolite to go on here.

In fact, this can fully prove that Aili Tachyon is right to care about him. Although Omer's wave did not break the law, it was quite creepy.

At this time, he probably knew some racehorse girls better than they knew him.

Of course, it is true that it is too hard to do this step, so if there is no accident, Homa will not want to take the initiative to contact any horse race girl.

It was that kind of accident last time.

Omer went home after the accident, but he didn't have any emotional fluctuations. It was only after chatting at the dinner table that Morrison knew that this kind of thing had happened.

But this time Morrison noticed the undisguised briskness of Homais, and he thought there was some 'accident' and asked:
"What happened?"

What he thought was that the results of the college entrance examination made this guy finally relieved. After all, he had heard that the environment of the examination room was really a prison sentence. Every time he slipped away after the exam, he felt like "the prison guards are not here, let's sneak around for a while".

"To put it simply." Bringing today's ingredients to the table, Omer pondered for a while, "There is a clearer room for a friendship to be cultivated,"

"It's so simple, I don't understand it at all."

"David decided to look for goals, and he said that his companions also have new goals in this world."

"It sounds like everyone is happy, so what does that have to do with you?"

"A small push gives me a sense of accomplishment."

After that, he walked to his room and threw the satchel in the other hand onto the bed, then picked up the ingredients on the table and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, haven't you said your grades yet?"

Although he was not worried, Morrison decided to ask like a guardian since the other party passed by him.

"Do you even need to ask? Of course it's no problem."

Omer raised the corner of his mouth to show a disdainful smile, and threw the terminal in his hand at him:
"Browsing history is on the first page, check it yourself."

After that, he walked into the kitchen completely.

"This kid is really different."

Morrison recalled the last time he saw that kind of smile, when he was questioned by a betting dog about his evaluation of the horse race girl. At that time, he killed the opponent with the fact after the game. Omer also smiled like that.

The kind of arrogance that can only appear in the performance of professional ability has finally appeared elsewhere.

Of course, the most important thing is that kid will show that kind of happiness because of other people's business.

Should it be said that the power of friendship is great?

But Morrison was a little uncertain when he thought about it.

After all, the kid also mentioned David's companion.

Seeing other people encounter good things makes him happy, and this brat has indeed always been that kind of person.

Not at all like a kid with demon blood.

But also because of this, it is enough to worry about.

(End of this chapter)