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Early the next morning.
Morin left his room with steady steps, feeling refreshed.
Carlos had already sent him a list. It contained the names of people assassinated by the Fraternity. What Morin needed to do was investigate who had benefited from those deaths.
Those people were the most likely to be working with Sloan.
Morin planned to complete his qualifying mission, become an official assassin, and then begin investigating the list.
Once he became official, he could accept more missions.
He could also check whether any of the people connected to Sloan had bounties at the Continental Hotel, and eliminate them one by one.
That would weaken Sloan's faction, uncover key evidence of Sloan betraying "fate," earn mission rewards, and raise his assassin rank.
At the same time, he could build his reputation with Wick, demonstrate his ability, and slowly bring Wick into the Templar organization to pass on the torch-
No.
To maintain order in the world.
It was a deal with three clear benefits.
After Morin left, one of the female assassins spoke up.
"Can you move?"
"I can, but I don't want to."
"Me neither... I wish it could always be like this..."
"Will you please stop being so horny?"
"Are you serious? You were the one last night..."
The two so-called femme fatales lay on the bed, bickering weakly before drifting back to sleep.
There was a saying: a bull could only die of exhaustion, never ruin a field.
This time, it was clearly the other way around.
Physical fitness couldn't be generalized.
"A pleasant evening, sir?" The receptionist in the lobby smiled at Morin. "Guests in the rooms nearby complained about the noise from your room last night."
"Hm." Morin shrugged. "Doesn't that just mean your hotel's soundproofing is faulty?"
"You're right." The receptionist maintained his smile as he handed over a set of car keys.
"This is a gift from the hotel as an apology for not providing you with the best experience. We hope you'll forgive us."
"That's very nice." Morin took the keys. "Then I forgive you."
"Thank you for your understanding." The receptionist bowed slightly. "We will continue striving to provide you with a more comfortable experience."
He paused.
"So, may I ask if you're here to inquire about your official assassin qualification?"
"Of course."
"To qualify, you must accept and complete one D-rank mission within a month. After that, and once you pay five gold coins as the official registration fee, you will become an official assassin."
He explained calmly.
"Missions can be accepted in person or online. You may do so at the front desk of any Continental Hotel, or through our confidential official website. Would you like to accept a mission now?"
"I'll handle it myself," Morin said. "Tell Wick I've left. And don't forget my agreement with him."
"I will, sir."
Morin nodded and walked out of the hotel.
A luxury sports car waited outside. A man in a suit stood by the door, holding it open for him.
"Thank you." Morin nodded.
He got in, started the car smoothly, and drove away.
He planned to find an information broker.
Compared to spending his own time investigating, Morin preferred to pay for information.
The Continental Hotel's intelligence network was powerful. As long as you paid enough gold coins, you could get what you wanted.
After obtaining the detailed information he needed, Morin returned to the hotel.
"Sir?" The receptionist looked confused.
"I suddenly realized a serious problem," Morin said.
"My home isn't here."
"...I'm sorry, sir. And?" The receptionist was clearly puzzled.
"So when you gave me this car, did you consider that I have nowhere to keep it?" Morin placed the keys on the counter.
"Please convert it into U.S. dollars and transfer it to my card. Thank you."
The receptionist: "..."
He had never seen someone so shameless.
"Sir... I'll need to ask my superior for approval," the receptionist said, forcing a smile.
"Go ahead." Morin waved his hand. "I'll be leaving soon to do my mission. I have a flight to catch."
"Very well, sir. If you miss it, we'll arrange the fastest private jet for you."
The receptionist left to report the situation to Winston.
In reality, while the Continental would compensate assassins for bad experiences, it would never go so far as to give away a luxury sports car.
The guest who had complained only received a room change and some free accommodation.
Morin's compensation was on an entirely different level.
Naturally, this was because Winston had instructed it personally.
After hearing Wick's evaluation of Morin the previous day, Winston had ordered a full investigation.
However-
Morin's background was completely ordinary.
It wasn't hidden. It was clean, verifiable, and could withstand scrutiny.
That was exactly why Winston felt uneasy.
Wick's assessment alone was enough to pressure him.
After all, it was praise from the Boogeyman himself-someone who openly admitted Morin was superior.
And yet such a person had a background this ordinary?
Who would believe that?
Who would dare to believe it?
Winston didn't.
He believed there was a powerful force behind Morin, one capable of rendering the Continental's intelligence network useless.
So he chose goodwill.
Until he understood the truth, it was better not to offend him.
Then he heard the receptionist's report.
And Winston felt even more confused.
A man who appeared completely ordinary except for his looks.
Someone Wick acknowledged as superior.
Yet also someone who would haggle over a luxury sports car.
What kind of person was this?
"...Keep the car for him and give him the money," Winston said after a moment.
"Transfer it to his card."
"Also add a message. 'This is a gift from me. I hope we can be friends, Mr. Morin.'"
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Back in the lobby, the receptionist spoke respectfully.
"Mr. Morin, one million U.S. dollars has been transferred to your account. The car remains yours. You may store it at the hotel free of charge while you're not in New York."
"Additionally, this is a gift from Mr. Winston, the owner of the hotel. He hopes to be friends with you."
"Friends?" Morin raised an eyebrow.
"Great. I like friends like that."
He paused.
"Tell Mr. Winston that from now on, he can consider me his friend."