After bringing Bruno, the number of members of the Black Seat has officially increased to four, which is gratifying.

Because the tower itself is too old, the water valve, sewers, and even the spiral staircase are all aging. Yale used the first batch of funds, which was 10,000 sols, to carry out a limited-scale repair.

The entire Black Seat was re-divided, and the empty first floor was left empty and used as a reception hall in the future. The second floor is used as a work area, and the third floor is occupied first as a restaurant, and when there is spare money, entertainment equipment will be introduced and filled slowly. The fourth floor is used as a living area. In the future, if there are not enough people, the ground on the first floor will be enclosed. Because of the rigid regulations, the fifth floor must be used as an independent venue, and Yale didn't bother to care about it, so he renovated it a little.

After finishing all this, the next week, we entered the link of recruiting new members. On the third day after the notice was posted, three acquaintances—Carla Camden, Clark Arms, and Nicole Wiggin...and the latter two came together.

"Do you know how much risk we took? You don't know good people, you bastard." Niko patted her plump chest forcefully and shouted aggressively:

"Everyone now knows what axis of evil you, Lord Cleo and Lord Luya have formed, and are determined to fight against the House of Commons to the end."

"Are you kidding me?" Yale tilted his neck and squinted at her.

"I didn't tease you!" The aura of a certain woman burst out, and she sat down at the knight's desk, with her legs crossed:

"The three of Genevieve, Iluncia, and Nannet have always been an allies with anger out of their nostrils. Luya and Cleo have always been against them, but because of the disparity in strength, they have always been suppressed. "

"This time you played for Cleo, beat Genevieve, and got promoted to the second place. Luya took the shot herself and taught Nanette a lesson. The scales that were originally thrown to one side have tended to balance, isn't it? Isn't it the rhythm of war!?"

"Would you believe it if I said it was all a coincidence?" The knight's face was as black as a dead man.

"I believe it." Nicole finished speaking in one breath, feeling a little thirsty, so she picked up his porcelain cup, took a sip of tea, and said vaguely, "But what's the use of my belief, your actions force the whole The obelisks are starting to stand in line!"

"That doesn't mean that no one dares to come to our side, right?" Yale grabbed his porcelain cup and put it back on the desk: "Three to three, it seems almost evenly matched."

"Naive!" She put her face close to her faintly: "Anyone with a little common sense knows what will happen if you disobey the Speaker of Elunzia, it's better than Luya being forced to wear a maid outfit all the time! After all, no one is optimistic about your axis of evil!"

"..." The knight was silent for a long time, opened the drawer, and took out four contracts: "Sign it, in duplicate, and we will talk about this later."

"Great! I like war!" Nicole signed her name excitedly, and hooked her palm back: "What are you still doing?"

"Well." Clark, who sat on the bench for a long time, stepped forward, signed two copies, and returned one to Yale: "No matter what the outcome is, I believe this choice must be the right one."

"Of course." The knight took it and put it back at the bottom of the drawer: "If someone forces me to do something about the axis of evil, then I must become a competent axis of evil."

"Then please come with me, and I will allocate a room for you." Lydia generously opened the door for them, acting gracefully like a professional housekeeper.

"Thank you, Miss Assistant." Nicole swayed her waist and walked out of the office satisfied.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, it's enough for me and Clark to live in one room!"

"Eh!!!"

Even across a wall, Yale could imagine Lydia's stern and serious face, turning into a red apple. It would be interesting to see it with his own eyes.

During lunch time, Beverly cooked a sumptuous meal, and the eight people were very satisfied.

Because the work has not yet started, after eating, everyone went to their own way.

Yale worked hard to burn his brain cells, and spent his lunch break to read a thick stack of "Outline of Cooperative Contracts for Sub-seats", which summed up something like this:

The first one, we don't care what you do, but we must assist in completing more than three red-line tasks every year. If it is not completed, the money will be deducted and the credits will be deducted, and everyone will be unlucky together.

Article 2: The task must not conflict with the main seat. All the main seat has priority. Except for special instructions, the tasks of each sub seat must not overlap. Also, the mission has to find it on its own, we won't give you any help.

Article 3, we have a full set of supervision measures, do things honestly, and wait to die if you want to rely on bribery and fraud!

To sum up - all kinds of bullshit!

A red-line incident is a major disaster that affects the routine life of people of more than 100 people, the life and property of people of more than 10 people, and the level of various cities and towns.

There are not many such things in the entire empire every year, and there are corresponding departments responsible for it, even if the request is "assistance to complete"... The six sub-towers have to be smashed, no wonder the situation between the sub-seats , It turns out that the hospital is fueling the flames!

Having said that, the reason why Luya is so busy is probably because she is busy with tasks. This is not a task, this Nima is "carrying" all over the country!

After a long time, I became the president of the moving agency!

Yale was immersed in a state of madness, and when he couldn't extricate himself, there was a quarrel in the soil outside the door:

"Who are you? Your lord is working, please wait until I inform..." Lydia seemed to be explaining something patiently.

"Get out of the way! Yale! Open the door! I know you're in you, come out and meet me! Don't you want the money!?" A familiar flat-chested woman shouted arrogantly.

"Lydia, let her in."

"Yes." The female assistant's voice sounded dissatisfied, but she opened the door obediently.

"I've said it all, you don't need to be in front of the door, go and rest." The knight looked at her with a headache. Sometimes he was too conscientious and put a lot of pressure on people.

"No, this is my duty." The expected rejection.

"Humph!" Charlene carried a suitcase and walked to him angrily. Just when Yale was about to give her a welcome hug, she pulled the suitcase hard:

"Take it! Your ten million!"

The knight was a little blinded by her smoking, and he calmed down: "My ten million?"

"I sold the eye of the sea snake for 12 million on my own initiative, and we divided the 2 million. You have no opinion." She folded her arms and snorted angrily.

"I can't monopolize the power of the four people together." Yale opened the suitcase, and was suddenly dazzled by the stacks of banknotes. He simply fell on the table and divided it into two parts:

"I will accept the three million first, and the other seven million will belong to you."