Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-18’] That Herbal, Definitely The Most Wanted and Trusted Drug! (3/3)

September 2, 2313.

Total balance in World Bank Secret account: 465 Credits.

No poison in this food?! Is she really not part of ‘they’? Huh―But .. I should not be off guard just because there is no poison in this food, Sei thought. He slightly sighed after eating one mouthful of the breakfast dish Ret brought.

The woman devoured her morning meal while occasionally glancing at Ret who continued to read books familiar to her.

“Uh.... You know,” Ret said, turning her head at Sei. “I―Maybe this ...”

As their eyes met each other, Sei coughed lightly.

“Ng?” Continue eating, “What?”

“Maybe a bit strange, anyway, my thinking.” Ret said awkwardly as he rubbed his own nape, “But, 3000 Credits to enter Security School or become a Member of that Justice-man Unit―”

“If you want to go directly to the School of one of the Units, of course, that Credit must be worth it.” Sei directly cut the words Ret, “Or his own Unit, you can bribe to enter any Unit.”

The woman casually tore the bread and put it in her mouth.

“Huh?!” Ret surprised. “You mean it ...”

“Ya.” While chewing on the bread tear inside her mouth, Sei nodded lightly, and said, “As you think: ‘Muap’ one of the tops. And you'll get a special line.”

“Uh,” sigh Ret, shaking head. “Sials. I think―’

“Ng?!” Sei stared at Ret. “Think what? You want to enter the usual lane?! Don't be so holy. Kam―They all need Credit, right?”

Ret shook his head.

“Not like that.”

“Rat, you think with the word ‘Justice’ that labels them, it means all the instances of the Unit are sacred? Ng?!”

“I don't think like that, Sei, it's just ...”

“All expectations do not match reality, huh?”

“Yes. Like that!”

Ret nodded his head.

Then the man in front of Sei, waiting for him to finish eating the dishes he brought. He felt hungry, but when Sei had finished the meal, Ret only smiled faintly.

“So,” asks Ret, selgai Sei chewed the last bread, “How exactly is the entrance fee of Security School and the registration fee to become a Member of Justice-man Unit?”

“What,” ask back Sei after swallowing bread, “you mean by ‘tepat’nya―You think I know? I'm not part of that unit, you know?”

“Uh.” Ret exhaled. “You can't lie―”

Sei looked up while tilting his head, and he looked at Ret with a confused look.

“Ng?!”

“Ng...” Sei nodded as he grabbed the wooden glass on the tray. “To put it simply, you cannot meet Thabib if there is no recommendation from the Informants. They won't sell― won't even introduce the finished product to you.”

“Uh,” sigh Ret, frustrated. “So we have to wait for me to get another stamp, from the newspaper? I don't know how to buy information other than from―”

“If it's not wrong, you have paper and ballpoint pen,” asked Sei, extending his hand like asking Ret for something, “Can I borrow it?”.

Ret took out a ballpoint pen and tore the yellow paper on his desk, and he gave it to Sei.

“You will draw a map, Sei?”

Sei just nodded lightly and started drawing something.

“Your picture is ugly, Sei.”

“Ng?!”

“No. Not that, I mean, this is District―Area where?”

“Still in this District.2, but far enough in Area.5 which is an upscale population area. Nought. I know you would never want to subscribe to Terminal Mobile World Maps for a day, right?”

Handing over the paper that depicted the map, Sei hid his pen.

“Super Kombini, huh.” Ret read the main purpose of the map image on the yellow paper he held.

It's okay if I get into a fancy market like this, huh, Ret thought.

As Ret thought so, Sei added, “You should buy as many Choco Marble as possible, and it definitely has a great chance of getting one of the Stamps.” types

“Brown, huh.”

“Why?”

“No. I just don't like sweet foods.”

Ret stood up from the chair while stretching his arms up, to stretch his leg muscles.

“Ugh. I'm going to leave now. Because tonight, I have to go sign up for Perguruan.”

“Ng.”

As Sei nodded while lying against the wall and hiding the ballpoint pen, Ret headed to the bathroom to wash her face.

“Uh ... I had to go to the Upper Class Resident Region,” muttered Ret, looking at his water-soaked face in the mirror before him, “This is the first time I went to the Sultans-controlled Territory, huh.”

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