Clint's excuse came from his overeating during training. In order to provide the energy needed for body transformation, Clint had to eat huge amounts of food under Geralt's force.
When Clint came home for the first time and one meal consumed the family's food reserves for two weeks, her wife decided to dig a cellar under the house to store food.
And now even though Clint has completed basic training, he still maintains his previous habits. There is not enough food, and Clint always feels like he is not full.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and make the report. After you're done, we'll go to the town, where you can eat..."
However, upon hearing this, Clint said embarrassedly: "Geralt, you know I have no money, right... My salary has been deducted by you thirty years after my death..."
"Gungun... can I lack this little money from you! But you are right, I have to find a way to trick... I want some money from SHIELD..."
The discussion between the two did not evade the SHIELD staff around them, and everyone present heard Geralt's great plan.
However, Geralt still went his own way, but when he looked at Hill's special Quinjet, Geralt gave a knowing smile.
By the time Clint finished his report, Hill had also gotten off the Quinjet. The original jacket she was wearing had been replaced by another style that didn't fit her body.
Comparing the miraculous reaction on the Quinjet just now, Hill must have tried it himself according to Geralt's instructions.
Geralt pointedly educated Clint: "Don't use abilities that don't match yours in public, it will cause unnecessary trouble... You are a hunter, and using miracles will cause other people to misunderstand.
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Hill heard what he said to himself, reached into his arms, broke the amulet in his arms, and threw it into the crusher.
"Ahem, can we talk about the price of the previous employment?"
Geralt rubbed his hands and smiled maliciously.
Hill also knew what Geralt said just now, but this time it was not a battlefield, and Geralt's method of raising prices by sitting on the ground would no longer be effective.
Looking at the increasingly brightening sky, Hill said: "Let's go to town and find a place to talk slowly. Besides, Clint can't help his hunger anymore..."
Ravensfield has a typical small town structure. Although the population is not large now, it has all the necessary facilities.
In the restaurant, Clint had already eaten more than fifty fried eggs and more slices of bread. His big eater behavior caused a betting battle among the diners.
The restaurant owner also thoughtfully waived all the meal expenses for Clint. As the bookmaker and the big winner, the bit that Clint ate was nothing at all.
Hill and Geralt were discussing the price of their previous employment.
"I need a lot of steel, even iron ore..."
Hill was shocked that Geralt's quotation was not too high, but too low. The international steel futures price for hot-rolled coils did not exceed US$600 per ton, and the price of iron ore was even lower.
According to Hill's inner quotation, the steel that this money can buy is enough to build two more Eiffel Towers.
Seeing Hill's hesitant words, Geralt said: "Nothing else, I just lack these materials..."
"Is it the same as when you were short of building materials before?"
Previously, Geralt asked for a large amount of building materials, which even SHIELD took a long time to collect. And now Geralt is collecting steel. What is he doing?
After hearing that the deal was for steel, Clint couldn't stay any longer with his mouth filled with food.
"Where's my salary? Geralt, this is different from what I said before..."
"What do you know! As long as I repair the Fortress of France and clean up the undead settlement next to it, as long as the mage comes to garrison in the Fortress of France, he will have a place to live, right? Can Constantine not give it to him?
Are apprentices given a place?
This is all money...even construction workers are saved, I only rent out the land, and those mages will build the houses themselves!"
Geralt's statement made Clint open his mouth in shock and stopped even eating the omelette.
Wiping his mouth haphazardly in a hurry, Clint also joined Geralt's plan.
"Isn't the broken bridge above Frankel Wolf connecting the Undead Settlement and other places? We can build a toll station on it..."
The two instantly became city architects, trying to find profitable business opportunities everywhere.
Hill not only heard about the basic methods of collecting tolls and renting out houses, he even heard about establishing a sewage drainage mechanism, cleaning up the sludge in the Flan Fortress to build a biogas power station, and then charging the mages for electricity, and even building a power station.
, also these mages...
The two of them fell into the fantasy of wealth. Hill helplessly covered his head with a headache and recorded the messy information.
At this time, something unexpected happened in the restaurant.
"Jamie, put your hands up!"
A police detective pointed his weapon at a young man who was dining in the restaurant. This sudden action made the people around him look on in shock.
An old woman was frightened and subconsciously wanted to scream, but she suppressed it and covered her mouth with her hands, not daring to make a sound.
Jamie raised his hands, lay on the ground, and was handcuffed by the detective.
But Jamie was still explaining: "Detective, I am not a murderer! I did not kill my wife and children!"
"Oh! You also knew that your wife was pregnant, but this is the most common excuse used by murderers. You fled your home and left the scope of parole. This is how you escaped the crime!"
As the detective spoke, he checked the handcuffs, pulled Jamie up from the ground, and escorted him towards the door.
Clint put down the knife and fork in his hand and said with some uncertainty: "Geralt, I have a bad feeling... like..."
"It's like there's an invisible shroud on him. When you put your eyes on him, something is blocking your sight, making you unable to see clearly..."
"Yes! That's it! How do you know?"
Geralt took out the water of life that he had not drunk for a long time, poured half a bottle for Clint, and drank the remaining half bottle himself.
"You killed a hell demon last night and expelled a marquis from the Seventy-Two Demon Gods. The soul power fed back to you by the world is gradually strengthening everything about you, so you can see this. Congratulations, you
When you can see all this clearly, you will become an official hunter..."
After saying all this, Geralt looked at Hill and asked: "Are you still preparing to record? If you are going to continue, help stop them..."
Naturally, Hill would not miss this opportunity. She stopped in front of the police detective and took out her ID.
The certificate in Hill's hand was naturally SHIELD's certificate. As the director, she would definitely not use Fabler's fake certificate.
After reading the ID, the detective compared it with Hill and said doubtfully: "SHIELD? Shouldn't it be the ID that should have been taken out? It's not even fake now?"
Hill did not explain SHIELD's previous actions, but responded in a formulaic tone hoping to cooperate.
The prisoner Jamie, who was escorted by the police detective, seized this opportunity and explained his own affairs: "I did not kill anyone. I only came here because I found relevant information and came back here..."
These words were considered by the police detectives to be the murderer's excuses. When Hill heard Geralt's words just now, he naturally led the matter to supernatural events such as demons.
Pointing towards Geralt's position, Hill motioned to the detective to escort Jamie over.
The skeptical police detective looked at the ID belonging to SHIELD and chose to believe Hill. After all, now that he had SHIELD's ID in his hand, if anything happened, it would belong to SHIELD.
The four people at the dinner table looked at the handcuffed Jamie and listened to his explanation of what happened to him.
Jamie is indeed from Ravensfield, but he left here when he was in school and went to other cities to develop.
And his newlywed wife had her tongue pulled out and died mysteriously in the apartment. The police could not find the murderer no matter what, so they could only list him as the first suspect.
When Jamie was sorting through his wife's belongings, he found a puppet with Billy's name written on it, which reminded him of the weird legend about the small town of Ravensfield when he was a child.
"Mary Xiao stares at people with both eyes, and she is a puppet in her arms. You, the younger generation, need to remember, don't scream when you see her in your dreams."
Jamie sang a nursery rhyme from his childhood, but this nursery rhyme caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant.
Comparing the old woman's behavior of holding back her scream just now, Hill believed the content of this nursery rhyme.
Hill acted as an interrogator and asked Jamie: "Why did you leave this town in the first place? Don't say it was because of studies or other reasons. You and I both know that your father's wealth in the town is enough to send you to a better place."
Instead of letting you live in an apartment now..."
SHIELD's intelligence investigation had clearly investigated Jamie's information within a few minutes of the meeting.
Jamie looked at the unbelieving looks in the four people's eyes, and finally gave up the struggle and told what he had experienced.
"When I was a child, I once met Mary Shaw..."
Before he finished speaking, the restaurant owner threw a tea cup and smashed it under everyone's table.
"Damn it! You outsiders, don't mention that name to me!"
The frightened police detective stood up, holding the pistol in the holster and warning the restaurant owner: "Hey, hey, hey... put down what you are holding! The gun in my hand is not a toy..."
Faced with the threat of a gun, the restaurant owner still put down the newly picked up teacup, crossed his arms, and looked at the table.
Under such circumstances, Jamie did not mention Mary Xiao's name again, but changed his story and continued: "I saw... that person when I was a child, in the morgue at my home. At that time, my uncle was killed because of something.
He died for unknown reasons, and I saw that person next to his body... I was so scared that I covered my mouth with my hands and didn't dare to say anything... From then on, I left here... Until yesterday..."
The detective didn't think anything of Jamie's explanation. In the eyes of the detective, Jamie was the murderer, and he was not a New York policeman. He could use a bottle of holy water to detect various dark forces.
The detective was about to pull Jamie up and said, "Okay, everyone from SHIELD, I'm going to take him back to review the case."
However, when he saw Hill, Geralt and others thinking, he couldn't figure out the reason.
"Damn it, you guys are like this, there must be something bad in there! Do you want to call the control bureau to come and take a look? I have to contact the police chief to ask for the phone number..."
While the detective was flipping through the phone hurriedly, a blond beauty walked in from outside the restaurant. She looked around and saw Jamie.
"Jamie, I'm looking for you, your father has passed away..."