I'M Not A Special Character
Forming Cooperation

"Help me to get Miss West. Ah, I mean get Arsiel. Hows it? That's a pretty interesting offer, isn't it?" Marchel flashed a sly smile on her face in great detail. Arland was stunned for a moment. His jaw hardened because it held back the growing annoyance.

"What do you mean by getting? Do you want something from him?"

"Well, whoa! Even though you're the worst liar, you have a pretty smart brain. I like that. I must admit that I really want something. But don't worry, because I'm not the one who would dare to do evil to her." Marchel returned a cold, unfriendly look. This time his smile added to the impression of horror that was painted on the surface of the expression.

"Not one who would dare to do evil you say? Tell me who's gonna believe someone with an unconvincing face like you!" Arland put emphasis on a few words in his amulet, making Marchel cluck loudly with an increasingly disheveled face.

"You're pretty annoying. Where does a guy like you learn anything about making people upset? Could it be that you have a talent for it?" Marchel let out a heavy sigh, linking her two eyebrows together. Just this time he met the person who had that nimble tongue without fear.

Naturally Arland did not feel any intimidation. Right now he looked at the man before him as a stranger, nothing more. Arland does not yet know how creepy the person who is the interlocutor at this time, considering he does not understand the placement of numbers in numbers.

"Whatever! I gave up on this one. Don't expect you to be able to help Arsiel without involving me, Young Master Arland." Marchel flipped over, leaving Arland with all suspicion.

"I almost forgot something." Marchel's move stopped. He turned his back to stare at Arland in the same spot.

"Take this! Call me if you change your mind." Marchel threw a card towards Arland, landing the card right in the palm of the hand that was being opened.

"Remember, this partnership won't hurt you." Once again Marchel turned his direction, again continuing the footsteps that had stopped.

Arland just shook his eyes at Marchel's back which was getting farther away, until it finally disappeared in the crowd. After Marchel's silhouette was no longer visible in view, Arland immediately fell into disarray. His palm covered Arland's mouth with a hunting breath. Though from earlier he did not feel anything, but after the departure of Marchel his entire body became limp instantly.

"What the fuck?"

Arland did not want to attract the attention of the students there. With the rest of his energy, Arland tried to get back on his feet. While trying to move his legs forward, his body staggered almost to a fall. Fortunately, Arland's hand swiftly held its weight on the wall so that he did not fall down again.

The gripping aura of Marchel exerted an enormous effect. How could the new Arland feel such strong intimidation after that person had already disappeared? Too many realities that Arland knows today, slowly all gathered together like puzzle fragments he was trying to assemble.

Many questions came to his mind. Arland had already been involved so far and he continued to be curious about all these secrets. Arland's involvement could have put his life at risk, judging by the last message he read on Arsiel's smartphone screen.

Arland is very curious what relationship is between Arsiel and Marchel, they look quite close but there is a conflict between the two. Marchel's rude attitude to Arsiel last time did not guarantee that Marchel would not dare to do evil to him, recalling that made Arland feel annoyed he subconsciously slammed the NameCard that Marchel had given him onto the floor of the corridor.

I don't think Arland has stood on the wall long enough, now he's much better than he was a few minutes ago. Arland picked up the NameCard that he slammed earlier, however that thing would be his clue to all the questions related to Arsiel, even if he wanted to accept Marchel's offer last time. Without lingering again Arland immediately went to go to his class.

Arland was already at the door of his class. Just now he was walking in intending to sit in his chair, suddenly the notification of the time to go home from school was announced by speakers installed in every corner of the class. All of his classmates shouted in excitement while Arland felt surprised. How could time pass so quickly his mind, he had not even decided to accept Marchel's offer or not.

The day has gone up the night. After a long day at school, it is time to rest in bed. However, Arland actually chose to satisfy his curiosity which is increasingly growing.

Now Arland was in his room, staring at the NameCard goal given by Marchel. Quickly his hand tapped on the phone screen to save the number listed on the card surface.

[To: Michael Archie]

[I accepted his offer of cooperation. But I won't do any weird indecent things. Catch that!]

[Reply]

[Good choice. I'll send the coordinates somewhere, come over there after the sun falls asleep.]

The Arland smartphone screen displays a very short message. There is also a complete address accompanied by the coordinates of a place.

"It's a little far, but it doesn't matter."

After that Arland rushed to clean himself and change his clothes. She was wearing clothes that were simple and comfortable to move around in. Later that night he will be with someone whose existence Arland never thought of.

Do not forget to also bring some weapons and keep watch as self-protection. It could be that this meeting was just a trap to finish him off or just silence him with strength.

Ended him in this place, along with a man he could no longer regard as an ordinary person. The cold of the night felt bone-chilling, with an atmosphere that felt so gripping.

"I didn't expect that you would accept the offer." Marchel looked at Arland with a satisfied smile that was clearly visible on his face despite being in the dark of the night.

Arland silently did not answer. For the time being, as long as he still had not set foot in his house, then he should not be careless in the slightest. It is likely that the person with him has other intentions.

They walked towards the building which was still in the construction stage. A building with three floors and only standing pillars with floors only. Without walls, without walls. At first glance it was like a building that had been unkempt for decades. Although faintly captured by the eyes, but can be seen a lot of moss that began to grow on the surface of the pillars and floor of the building.

"Why did we come to this place? Wasn't the deal to tell me why Gerryn was the target?" Arland hardened his jaw, staring at Marchel's back with unfriendly eyes.

"Indeed! And this is the place. A place that was specially built for that girl."