A mercenary.
"Hello, I am Will, the interstellar mercenary..."
A mercenary wearing a black hat, cloak, and beak gas mask, who looked like a doctor from ancient times, but also had a C-class mercenary badge.
"A C-level mercenary."
In the night light, he looked particularly eerie, but the barrage that flashed across the screen were all 'kind' words.
[Will, where are you? Get out of the way! 】【WWWWWWWill is on the air again? What are you doing this time? 】
[I saw that the anchor’s news the day before yesterday was that he had obtained the Necromancer certificate. Do you want to show the Necromancer today? 】【Didn’t necromancy go into the sewer long ago? The Holy Knight is the best in the world! 】
He ignored the barrage. Of course, with the mask on, it was indeed difficult to tell whether he had responded to the barrage with his expression. At this moment, he slightly moved away from the screen, and the audience could see a forest behind him.
At first glance, it looked unremarkable, but someone in the barrage noticed that those tree species had unfamiliar characteristics, and in the next second he reached out and pulled the camera up, and he could see three light bands and four stars in the night sky. 'Moon', and other brilliant stars.
Then he pointed the camera back at the woods and continued:
"Right now, I'm in the third sector of Aldebaran. Many viewers should have noticed what I did two days ago. I got the Necromancer certificate, so!"
The mercenary stepped away from the camera, revealing the tombstone blocked by his previous stance.
"Today we are going to record an unboxing video."
After saying that, he picked up a shovel with a jet of powered tail flames and shoveled it down hard in front of the tombstone!
The next second the screen went black, followed by a string of red words appearing on the screen:
[Severe fluctuations in the anchor's SAN value have been detected, and the live broadcast has been interrupted. Audiences are asked to choose the anchor rationally and pay attention]
"Do you understand?"
Switching the live broadcast room back to the selection webpage, Omo asked David.
"?"
David's face was full of confusion that even Bizer could see.
"Many mercenaries will obtain additional commissions by broadcasting their missions. In the past, this was usually a method used by highly controlling employers to supervise mercenaries." Omo explained patiently.
Even the next second, Bize added: "Confirm that they are indeed completing the task and not fishing."
Taking a look at Bize, who could do some popular science for David, Omo really didn't know whose sorrow this was between the two of them.
However, it is sad to be sad, and it means that it has not finished yet and still has to continue:
"...but now, with the support of the Frontier Beacon Group, it has become a well-known form of entertainment throughout the Federation."
"So many mercenaries have embarked on the path of well-known live broadcasters, and even video hosts," Omer said, swiping the screen display on the terminal, switching from the live broadcast area back to the video area, pointing at the various The video master id, "Cut out some content that is not suitable for live broadcast, or explain and process a special task in detail. When live broadcast did not exist, most of the space mercenaries used videos to Employers make sure they get the job done.”
"This is especially true for a cyber mercenary like you."
When he said this, Omo raised his hand and pointed at the lines of precision filling on David's face: "The body of a cyber mercenary is convenient for loading information records. Most of the famous mercenary anchors and mercenary video hosts are cyber mercenaries. Cyber mercenaries, or cyber mercenaries who serve as teammates and assistants."
"Even..." Omer's finger slid across the screen again, focusing on the main page of the account.
The name of that account is:
"Yintian Shenyin Channel." David subconsciously read the name.
"Some cyber mercenaries neither live broadcast nor prepare videos. Instead, they post 'updates' every day and catch fish all day long!"
"It's certainly not popular, but it still exists."
"Now!" At this point, Omer raised his hand to cover the terminal, causing the light screen in mid-air to disappear. "Let me ask you again, what is your understanding of mercenaries?"
"Are you still worried that the security situation in Yijiemen District has no room for mercenaries to develop?"
"Have you ever wondered whether killing is really necessary in this world?"
"I'm telling you now that there is a newly discovered galaxy 110,000 light years away from us, called the Bianhuang Galaxy. Ji Liting, named after the first explorer who discovered it."
"The planet is being developed there, and there are two giant interstellar companies, 'Beidou Chihang' and 'Hoshiyuan Machinery Production Complex', who are jointly supporting it, and they are recruiting interstellar mercenaries, all of whom are enthusiastic and ambitious." Explorer.”
Having said this, Bize looked at Omer with a horrified look, and it was hard to understand why he understood so clearly.
But he didn't dare to say anything, so Homare continued.
"There will be a need for killing and fighting. At the same time, in the early stages of development, a city base like Night City that meets the definition of cyberpunk will inevitably be born. That will be the most suitable new home for you from Night City."
After saying this, Omo looked at David, who was already sweating on his forehead: "But you and your companions, are you willing to go?"
"Is it necessary?"
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"Morrison! Are you back already?"
"Here you are, why are you shouting so loudly!"
In the evening, Morrison was lying on the sofa, looking miserable as if he had been drained of energy by work. He jumped up when he heard Omer's call at the entrance door. The reason was indeed Omer. Shout too loudly.
The social beast who has just been tortured by work and has a neurasthenia can't stand this stimulation.
A business trip was about to take place, and Morrison, who was originally responsible for escorting, protecting, and fighting, was forced to take up clerical work. He spent an afternoon running through various departments to confirm documents. As a result, he was almost gray after finishing the work. melted.
For now, Morrison and Omer are quite complementary in their respective areas of expertise, that is, military and civilian affairs.
However, compared to the knowledge learned in school, Omer's expertise is more reflected in the study of horse racing women's events.
The collection of public information has the power to turn corruption into magic in the hands of a discerning person, and Omer had to admit that this kind of work is boring but effective.
With the forum posts in his favorites, the player itineraries on the competition website, and the program "Jockey Girl Continent" that broadcasts the daily training of horse racing girls in the form of a documentary, even if Omo has never been to Trey Mori College, I also roughly know the names of most of the faculty, staff and students in that college, the degree of friendship with each other, and the status of their family backgrounds.
He doesn't need to go out of his way to create a database. He can rely on his own memory and the retrieval of data by the chip in his brain to store publicly available information.
As well as a very small amount of private information whose authenticity is unknown.
At this point, it would be impolite to continue talking.
In fact, this can completely prove that Arisuko is right to care about him. Although Omer's behavior is not illegal, it is quite creepy.
At times like this, he probably knows some racing girls better than they know himself.
Of course, it was too much force to achieve this step, so unless there was no accident, Omo would not want to take the initiative to contact any racing girl.
It was that kind of accident last time.
When Omer returned home after the accident, he didn't have much emotion. It was only after they talked about it at the dinner table that Morrison learned that such a thing had happened.
However, this time Morrison noticed the lightness that was not concealed on Omer. Thinking that there was another 'accident', he asked:
"What good happened?"
What he was thinking of was that the results of the college entrance examination finally freed this guy. After all, he had heard that the environment in the examination room was really like a prison, and every time he ran away after the examination, he felt like "the prison guard is not here, so I can escape for a while."
"To put it simply..." After carrying today's ingredients to the table, Omer thought about his explanation for a while, "A friendship has a clearer space to cultivate,"
"How simple is this? I don't understand it at all."
"David decided to find a target, and he said that his companions also had new goals in this world."
"It sounds like everyone is happy. What does that have to do with you?"
"With a little push, I feel quite a sense of accomplishment."
After that, he walked to his room, threw the satchel he was still carrying in his other hand onto the bed, then picked up the ingredients on the table and headed to the kitchen.
"Hey, haven't you told me your results yet?"
Although he was not worried, since the other party passed in front of him, Morrison decided to ask like a guardian.
"You still need to ask? Of course it's no problem."
Omer raised the corner of his mouth with a disdainful smile and threw the terminal in his hand towards him:
"It's on the first page of your browsing history, check it yourself."
After that, he walked into the kitchen completely.
"This kid...is really a little different..."
Morrison remembered that the last time he saw that kind of smile was when he was questioned by a certain betting dog about his evaluation of horse racing girls. At that time, he killed the opponent based on the facts after the game. Omer also had that smile.
The arrogance that only appeared in the performance of professional abilities finally appeared elsewhere.
Of course, the most important thing is that the child will show that kind of happiness because of other people's things.
Should we say that friendship is the most powerful thing?
But Morrison was a little unsure when he thought about it.
After all, the kid mentioned David's companions.
Seeing good things happen to others makes him happy too. This kid has indeed always been like that.
He doesn't look like a kid with demon blood at all.
But that’s why it’s worry-free enough.
