Chapter 33 - 32. Where Thing Spilled
"Low! This is low!" Ron interjected with all his might for the side. "Don't get swayed, Zen!"
Zein, for his part, had never been seduced using sweets before. Whether he would be swayed or not was another matter, but he sure as hell enjoyed it. While candy was a luxury in the red-zone, chocolate was a mythical dream children talked about in a hushed tone.
So rather than replying to anything, he just tore the package Bassena dropped into his palm and savored it. Watching the guide eat the chocolate with pure, unadulterated bliss, Bassena spoke to the scout.
"Why don't you just come with us too, then?"
Han Shin snapped his fingers before using them to point at the scout. "Right, Ron! You come to Trinity too!"
"I respectfully decline," the answer was swift.
"Why??"
Han Shin might as well experience a culture shock being dodged and rejected back to back by their two top recruitment list. It seemed like common sense didn't really apply in the end zones. He was sure that back home, people still lined up the audition for Trinity's entrance test.
Why were these people so attached to the Borderland anyway?
Bassena played with a milk chocolate package, the one he first gave to Zein, and saw the blue eyes follow it like a cat to its toy. He glanced at Ron briefly, scrutinizing the firm expression on the scout's face. "Is it about your mercenary group? I believe we have a place for all of you in Trinity."
It wasn't just empty words or an attempt to flaunt their financial prowess. Despite its fine reputation, Trinity was still considered a young guild. They were mid-size at best, with the treasury coffers of a big-size guild. There were a lot of funds in recruitment still, and the Guildmaster wouldn't object to using it for snatching some top-quality espers that could be used to build another strike squad or forming a spec-ops group. It was there in their annual white book for guild framework.