On the basement floor of the affair apartment, in the mission hall.
The urn-shaped glass chandelier emits warm light. Under the lamp is a long rectangular table with some fresh cut fruits placed on it.
On the sofas on both sides of the table, Ren and Demon Hunting Master Randy Mack were sitting opposite each other, discussing something.
Randy is wearing a black trench coat, has a slender figure, short gray hair standing up, a high nose, slightly sunken eyes, and relatively three-dimensional facial features.
As one of the main leaders of the Demon Hunter Association in the northern part of the Kingdom of Falorland, he was the first senior executive to appreciate Renn and offer generous terms to win him over, which was considered a blessing.
Holding a cup of fragrant hot coffee in his hand, the young Randy took a sip and smiled slightly: "Ren, if you want to train your subordinates, I don't recommend that you recruit people from the three-star hunting team in my hands.
They are a group of young people who have little patience and are busy with tasks. They may give up at any time. "
The two teams he led had just been formed, and they came to accept employment this time with the intention of training themselves.
However, although a group of young people have no combat experience, they are not suitable to be instructors.
"I thought it was the old troops who came, but it turned out to be a group of newcomers. Old pervert, are you an addict?"
Elena, the landlady, placed a glass of orange juice in front of Renn, straightened her waist, and sneered.
"Thanks."
Ren picked up the sweet juice and took a sip. He was not a fan of coffee and was a rough guy. He also didn't like black tea or green tea. He just liked soda and juice.
Randy crossed his legs and hummed softly: "Fat woman, I'm not a violent maniac like you, I know how to shoot my head every day.
You simply don’t understand the joy of watching a small seedling grow into a towering tree.
Also, I'm not an old pervert, so don't slander me in front of younger generations all day long. "
Elena and him were about the same strength, but they were not compatible with each other, and they had not disliked each other for a day or two.
With a look of disdain, Elena moved her thick lips and sneered: "Old pervert, you failed to pursue Helen Viggis Maro back then.
So I found a little girl with a similar appearance and temperament to be my lover, haha, do you think I don’t know? "
Ren's expression was a little strange when he heard this. He seemed to have heard of this name. Helen Vigges Marlowe invented the camera more than 50 years ago.
Kesha's Aunt Helen seemed to be her and Catherine's mother. Kesha came to him with her advice.
Hearing this haunting name, Randy had a look of reminiscence on his face and sighed: "Who would have thought that she would actually marry the Duke of Blois? None of us is better than that smooth-talking guy.
She also didn't choose the talented Daniel Farley and Gonzalez. I can't understand her thinking.
Fat woman, you are her friend, how is she doing recently? "
Daniel is a councilor of the Steam Alliance, Gonzalez is the leader of the Templar Knights, and they are both powerful men in the Sanctuary now.
Elena shrugged her shoulders and said teasingly: "What can I do? I have always been very low-key, just raising my husband and raising my children.
What, you still don’t give up? Have you forgotten how she tortured you in the Nokman Empire?
You are no match for her now. If you still want to stalk her like before, you are afraid that you will be hung up and whipped! "
She is also a Knockman, more than twenty years younger than Randy. The reason why she came to Pugney Plains was because she heard that it was a mess, her hands were itchy, and she was ready to beat people.
Randy looked constipated, finally sighed and remained silent.
As members of the same generation, there was not much difference between him and Helen, Daniel, and Gonzalez back then, but now, they are no match at all.
Elena, who is a generation younger than him, has already caught up with him. There is a difference between people's potential and talents. Once a bottleneck is reached, even if the resources are sufficient, the strength will not increase.
He subconsciously glanced at Ren who was watching the show happily, and remembered what Hal Mihawk told him.
'That kid is equally talented, not inferior to me or Chris. '
With a smile, Randy took out a postcard from his jacket pocket, handed it to Ren, and said:
"The old man above was an excellent instructor back then. Now he is retired and lives in Wilton, a city adjacent to Di Lamo City.
You can just call him directly, but he has a bit of a weird temper, so you have to be prepared. "
Ren took the business card. In addition to the word Bill, a string of phone numbers, and a sentence - don't bother me if you have nothing to do, and don't talk about anything that requires me to pay.
Ren's mouth twitched, thinking that this person was probably a weirdo.
But Elena raised her eyelashes and said in surprise: "Bill, that old boy turns out to live in Wilton City."
"Is this person famous?" Ren asked.
Elena smoked a cigarette, nodded and said: "That's right, after all, he is from Kara, and he is quite famous in this industry."
Renn looked happy after hearing this, come on, this is definitely a professional.
He didn't delay, and after bidding farewell to the two of them, he ran to the company in a hurry.
In the hall, Randy chuckled: "What do you think of this kid?"
I remembered that Ren was covered in blood that day, and the evil spirit was shocking, so he came to her to sell the body of Marquis Clow.
Elena smiled and raised her lips: "They are the same kind. There may be surprises in the future."
…………
September is the heyday of deciduous plants and colorful plants.
The air is filled with the slightly moist fragrance of vegetation, the streets are covered with fallen leaves, the fiery red maple leaves, and the winding paths in the garden are like a fairy tale dream.
It was a sunny and warm afternoon, with sparks and lightning all the way, Renne ran back to the company in the suburbs, opened the door and entered the office.
Jenny, who switched jobs from the city hall to the Thorn Security Company, was sorting out documents. She tied her black hair behind her head, with a strand of hair hanging down on each side of her temples.
She has bright eyes and white teeth, and her pretty face still has that indifferent expression. She is wearing a white women's suit and slim-fitting trousers, which outline a pair of straight long legs that are even longer.
86 points, this is the score Ren gave her. From the appearance point of view, she is on the same level as Susanna and Shirley.
"Good afternoon, boss."
Seeing Ren running in, Jenny said hello in a sweet female voice.
Renn nodded with a smile and asked casually: "Cannon fodder... ahem, how is the recruitment going?"
With a slightly helpless expression, Jenny rubbed her eyebrows and said, "There are too many people applying, and we are currently selecting the best one hundred."
After reading the information all morning, she was a little tired.
Nodding, Ren was not in a hurry, walked to the golden telephone in front of his desk, and took out the business card.
Facing the numbers on the business card, he inserted his fingers into the hole of the number to be dialed, turned it clockwise to the end, released it, and then continued to dial the next number.
Soon, the other party connected, and a deep voice came:
"Luka luka, Bill is here to serve you. Please raise your hands and offer the banknotes. I guarantee that you will have nothing to worry about!"
