Chapter 68 - 67: Does Your Home Sell Beer?
When hanging out on the streets, you must be humane and friendly.
Though it may seem vain, sometimes it's far more reliable than money. Talking about money with others means they'll talk about money with you. So the question is: how much would it take for you to betray a friend? 100,000? 200,000? Or 300,000? But when you talk about human relations and friendship, it's different. It's no longer just about business interests; it's about emotions.
The priest nodded, took a sip of wine, and then got straight to the point. "Aside from being the peacemaker today, I have another matter to discuss."
Arthur raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Another matter? What is it?"
"A child has decided to take up a sword and shield to avenge his enemies. God has decided to give him a bit of help. Arthur, are you willing to be the spear of his revenge?"
Arthur blinked in disbelief. Just completed one mission, and now there's another? Even the donkeys in the production team aren't worked this hard.
"I just wrapped up a big job today, and I'm not sure I have the energy to deal with kids fighting in the streets," Arthur said with a sigh. "Most of the tasks around Heywood are like this—gang fights, stealing, or assassinations. They're not difficult, but there's barely any payout. It's hardly worth my time."
The priest shook his head, then poured himself another glass from the 107 wine bottle and took a sip before continuing, "There was a despicable thief who stole the boy's most precious possession. Well, he's the one who described it that way. The boy plans to teach the thief a lesson, to let him know who not to mess with."
Arthur's face twisted in distaste. Was the priest seriously asking him to help a kid teach a thief a lesson? Arthur, a cyberpsychopath with a fully prosthetic body, was no stranger to violence, but this felt beneath him.