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"Ha ha, alright then, I won't keep you. Let's leave it at that," said the President, still giving him enough face. If he truly was that kind of person, then he could rest easy; after all, it was people like him who took care of things without causing worry.
On the other side, after Freyr and the others finished their business, they immediately walked out.
Once they exited the elevator, they headed to Wanderer's Home. The place was already much less crowded than before, just like it used to be. However, there were two newcomers sitting at the bar. One was a somewhat stern middle-aged man wearing sunglasses; his expression was particularly intimidating. As soon as someone entered the room, he immediately put down his work and waited until someone approached him before responding with a cold smile, "Do you need me to explain the rules here?"
It was likely something along those lines. However, that man was indeed quite frightening; he had a scar extending down to his nose, and his demeanor was serious. He then said, "Things have changed here. I'll register you now, and then you can choose tasks suitable for your team's level." He didn't seem overly shocked; perhaps he treated everyone this way. People in this line of work needed to have a disposition that didn't fear hard work and understood how to enjoy solitude.
Freyr brought over the team medal and his Commander seal.
The man glanced at them and frowned slightly. "Hmm, I see that your last mission wasn't completed but was forced to be withdrawn. You've long exceeded the time limit because the President indicated to me that if you came back late, it wouldn't be recorded. So now you have two options: first, you can take back those unfinished tasks and continue them by selecting a new one from inside; second, you can choose ten new tasks. I noticed there’s one task here that doesn't match your team's strength—do you need me to mark it for you? Additionally, I'll provide you with a map and a guide with insights recorded by your predecessors while completing those tasks; it might help you. Do you need me to explain anything again?" This man surprisingly had a good mood and a very gentle personality, though his face looked somewhat scary.
"Uh, thank you. I think I generally understand your method," Freyr replied. "However, I still hope I can choose the latter option. Can we borrow the map and guide for reference?" he continued to ask.
"Uh, about that? I don't know for sure, but some things must be asked before understanding," said the Falcon from Wanderer's Home.
Freyr glanced at his name tag on his chest; the photo on it looked like his original image—he seemed quite youthful compared to now. It was unclear what experiences had transformed this once-hairy young man into a fierce bald man with a scarred face.
It was truly puzzling. The Falcon touched his bald head as if sensing something unusual on his face. Seeing Freyr's lips pressed together with a hint of amusement, he quickly turned to a younger person nearby and said, "Uh, go make a call and ask the President about this team; it's too special for us to jump to conclusions."
The other staff member was a rookie who had just joined the association; he seemed somewhat awkward and immediately replied, "Senior, doesn't the President trust you? Can't you just make the decision?"
Little did he know that the Falcon continued speaking, "Ahh, when I tell you to go, just go! If I make a decision and something goes wrong, we both will be responsible for it. You can't handle things on your own yet! Even if we get scolded by the President, we can't let them suspect us! Do you understand?" It turned out this man still had a kind heart; although his words were harsh and his voice rough, the nearby rookie was startled and hurriedly ran off to the office to use the public phone there.
He took a deep breath, awkwardly gazing at the stack of materials on the table, lost in thought, unsure if there was still a chance to turn things around.
"Do we really need to make such a big deal out of this? It's just a task, and we have to involve the President?" Freyr asked, his face slightly embarrassed as he forced a smile.
"You don't understand. Some matters are worth enduring criticism to clarify. This situation is significant; your team, Squad 116, has been carefully nurtured by the association. From now on, any matters concerning you must be discussed beforehand before any decisions can be made. The President told me this directly, and I felt there was no other option but to consult him. After all, this concerns your survival, and I can't help but worry about you," the person continued, indicating that the situation was indeed serious.
"Alright then, let's just wait. There's no rush," Freyr said with a shake of his head and a light laugh, appearing quite helpless.
After waiting for quite some time, even the Falcon grew impatient. He glanced at the time on the Virtual Screen and muttered about how long it was taking for them to return, questioning why it took so long just to make a phone call.
At that moment, the newcomer hurried back, standing still for a moment before saying, "Senior, the President has entrusted this matter to you. Just list out all the items they need so they can use them first; everything else will be handled as we discussed last time."
"Did the President really say that? Is there anything else? He must have said more than just that during such a long conversation," Falcon asked next, seemingly voicing his confusion.
"Uh, no. It was just a phone call; the President had something going on and needed me to wait until someone could speak with me," the newcomer quickly replied.
"Alright then." Falcon slowly turned around and said, "I'll go check on you." After a brief pause, he stood up and went to find what they needed. Before long, he returned from another room filled with materials, carrying several bags and a bundle of sealed maps in plastic. He placed them on the table in front of them. The manager Falcon first scanned the barcodes for the materials and recorded their numbers alongside their team's identification.
"This is the map; this is the strategy guide. Your tasks are those nine items plus one additional one. I'll help you identify that problematic task and explain it in detail," Falcon said as he diligently recorded notes on the nearby computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard.
"Oh? Finally got it! Keep it safe," Freyr exclaimed as he kissed the map before handing it over to Ross.
"Yes, we've got everything," Ross replied with a smile as he hurriedly stowed it away in his ring.
Then the administrator, Falcon, hurried over and continued, "Well then, let's get started."
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