Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-56] Secret's New Partner? (3/3)

The red-eyed man wore his round glasses, then his two eyes suddenly turned black again like Ret's dead black eyes.

“It is an illegal crime and criminality equivalent to the Hackers,” explained the man in glasses, “Ah! Your credit ...”

“Rat ...” Rom introduces Ret to her. “This stupid-man, named: Secret.”

Uhh. Yep. This strange man is indeed not wrong, but, thought Ret, then muttered, “It was a bit like introducing a―”

“What?!” squeal the man in round glasses, in a whispering tone, “Kamu―Ah! Coincidence!! I desperately need a letter of recommendation to buy one herb. Can ...”

I thought he'd think I was an illegal informant, huh, Ret thought. He shook his head, then sighed in frustration.

”No,” objected Ret, shook his head, “I am not Informan―toh we also want to head to the Informant place of the area here.”

Rom walked to the corner of the alley and turned his head to the man in glasses.

“You want to come with us?” ask Rom.

The bespectacled man widened his eyes, surprised, “A-I can come?”

“What do you think, Rat?” ask Rom to Ret.

As Ret exhaled her small breath, Rom turned around and showed the way to the place where the Stamp Informant in District.2―Area.3 was located.

“Yah ... If I, anyway, no problem.”

“You're too good, Rat.”

Rom muttered like that while opening a door on the side of the wall of a building. The three entered a bar where a skinny thug was smoking.

This, Ret thought, saw a thug and a bartender preparing liquor. “What place?”

Rom ignores Ret, and he sits next to the skinny thug. Ashtray on his long table there were only a few cigarettes that could be counted by the number of fingers of three of them.

“One gin-lime!” pinta Rom on the bartender.

The strange man raised his chin while sitting leisurely but puffed his chest with pride.

Uh ... It is I who will pay for all this, Ret thought. He was so embarrassed to see Rom being so arrogant like that.

The bartender glanced at the skinny thug, “You need a room, Om?”

The skinny thug glanced at Rom, smiling cynically.

“Follow me,” he said, turning off cigarettes to ashtray. “.... Send her order to Room, Mo!”

Rom gave eye instructions to Ret and the bespectacled man to follow. However, Ret did not understand the instructions.

The man beside Ret, whispering, “Maybe we should follow him?!”

“Ah! Yep. Let's follow him, then,” replied Ret.

Ret and the bespectacled man roundly followed Rom, heading to the Underground Room. Just like the Interrogation Room, there is only one table facing each other, but there are also two sofas in the corner of the room.

They all sat on the sofa with a table in the middle.

The skinny thug faced off against three men, and he started lighting his new cigarette.

“So,” ask the skinny thug, “What are you here for?”

“We,” says Ret―and the guy with glasses round nervously, “Kita ...”

The three of them looked at each other, with a look of confusion.

“One person speaks!” firmly skinny thug, “I don't have much time. If you irritate me, one of you will have to pay for my time as usual.”

The skinny thug stood up and walked towards the introzing table in the middle of the room.

Rom stood up while puffing his chest and advanced forward. “'Call me: ‘Negoitator Rom’!!”

“Uhh ... Is it okay for him to negotiate?!” whispered the man in glasses round on Ret.

Ret hesitated after hearing the whisper of the man beside her.

“Ah! Right ...” Rom turned around and said, “Give me Your stamps, Rat!”

“Uh,” breathes Ret, hesitates, but still hands over his Orange Stamps to Rom.

“Guh!” Rom widened his eyes, dumbfounded. "Orange Stamps?! This is so rare, shit, Rat!!!”

The blond man walked to the center of the room while waving an Orange Stamp flanked by two fingertips indifferently.

“I think, there will be nothing,” murmured Ret, full hope to him.

“If you say like that, yes, it might be okay,” added the man with glasses round.

Negotiations in the middle of the room they all took place alot. And the sound of the front door opening stopped Roman neogization with the skinny thug.

The blond man was spotted by Ret and the bespectacled man, angry and sipping a bit of his gin-lime, then continued the negotiation.

Ret's black eyes sparkled brightly when he saw the plot of the negotiation.

“Uh. What My Credits are enough to buy Herbs, yes,” muttered the bespectacled man.

So like this is the name of bargaining prices, huh, so Ret thought.

Ret is very interested in negotiation.

“Quiet. If it's not enough, I'll pay the rest.”

“But ...”

Rom returned before the two of them with his deeply dissatisfied face.

“Guh,” sigh Rom, frustrated. “More than 20,000 Credits, we only get 2 Herbalish Recommendation Letters!!”

Ret stood up while looking to the side below him.

“What's your Credit enough?” ask Ret to the guy with glasses.

The man in glasses nodded. “I've got credits like―Ngmong by the way, you're so great, Rom! I heard that the man demanded 150,000 Credits for 2 letters of recommendation.”

“Yeah. Well. You paid for everything, Rat?!”

“Uh. I forgot that I'm going to pay for everything.”

They were joint ventures for the cost of the negotiation except Rom. However, for all the recommendation letters the three of them could buy, Ret paid for them.

And in the end, they could only buy 2 Herbs.

“I'm fine, Rome negotiated―maybe there will be another way to―”

“You urgent, Right?! Just take! I just want to collect it―or I'll sell it later."

Already I guess this strange blonde guy is indeed very good, thought Ret, then muttered, “But he is not disabled, huh..”.

“Indeed,” asked Rom, to the man in round glasses. “What pain is your friend?”

"Fever," he answered, showing the head, "Very bad."

“Ah!” Ret widened his eyes, remembering something. “If only fever medicine I have it, this!?”

The young man with soft eyes and black eyes gave him the fever medicine he bought in a P3K Box vending machine.

“It's very valuable!” The bespectacled man widened his eyes, surprised. “How can I pay

your kindness, Ret?!”

“Yeah. Well, Rat,” added Rom, pursing his lips, “The medicine is now as valuable as morphine.”

“Pay your Credit debt to me,” sue Ret to him. “Everything, maxduku.”

The bespectacled man lowered his head nervously.

“I only have 200,000 Credits, Ret.”

“Ugh!”

“Guh!!”

“Yeah, this credit is also the result of my last severance work, anyway.”

“You just got fired?!”

“Yah. Like that ...”

Ret touched his chin, like he was thinking.

“Uh. 150,000 credits only to pay your debt plus this medicine, how?” sue Ret for him.

Rom raise the corner of his lips, “Rat, it's too cheap―”

“You're okay 150,000 Credits, right?” assertive Ret.

The bespectacled man stared at the spot, then regained his senses saying, “A-me, i-that's okay!? I'm gonna

transfer now, Ret!”

Ret gave the fever medicine to the blonde man and he transferred 150 Thousand Credits from the blonde. And the three of them went out of the bar, after Rom paid for his gin-lime.

“T-te-thanks, Ret!” The blond man bent his body to Ret, respectfully, “Thank you very much, really.”

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