"I'm really sorry! Since it was my grandmother who suddenly wanted to see you, I really sorry for taking up your precious time!" Cheasy lowered her head quickly.
"It's okay, I didn't think it much."
The person Linc met at this time was Olivier Sharm, Cheasy's grandmother, a high-ranking official from F.S.T, and also the head of the BATRA.LO company.
F.S.T. which has an organizational structure supporting Transfusion, also has close ties to the Neisser Society.
They have a special partnership.
If the Neisser Society can be considered as parents who take good care of Transfusion. Then F.S.T. is their land to find work out there.
From Linc's point of view, this was a mercenary worker organization.
Not white, or black. but rather a gray color that gives a sense of justice and sin.
F.S.T. different from the countries around them who balked at the existence of Transfusion. They accepted it graciously.
But even so, the Transfusions here must comply with certain rules.
If the Neisser Society is a Transfusion treatment for the elite, then the F.S.T. is the usual class of transfusion treatment.
All the oppressed Transfusions in their country, tried to come to this place at all costs after hearing of the treatment they provided.
Although they must be subject to special rules, such as a dictatorial government. Rather than their country wanting them to die in the mines, it was still better.
The Transfusions, made in the Martid Island incident, were also accepted by the F.S.T. voluntarily.
Had to say, Linc looked at this organization with quite complicated eyes.
There doesn't seem to be a real villain in this world. There is only common interest.
"Did your grandmother tell you the reason why she came here?"
cheasy shook her head: "I don't know."
For security reasons. Cheasy, who is Oliver's grandson, is dragged in by Casrita to accompany him on the journey.
She said that Cheasy was the insurance they gave him, and that he could take her hostage if things suddenly started to get really messy there.
Cheasy who knew this, just nodded her head with a shaking body.
Linc sighed helplessly.
Actually this is really not necessary.
With Linc's ability that he borrowed from LOVE. Although Oliver would later bring a dozen MASFIR Mechas to surround him, Linc was able to hold them all off very easily.
After all, he is a god.
Plus countless honeycomb projectors lurking everywhere. Makes Linc really very secure.
Double super attack.
No one could stop him if he really wanted to go berserk.
.....
Go out of the Dawn City, and drive towards the surface. Linc who was looking at the construction site in progress, only glanced at it.
Second city project.
Looks like it will be finished next year.
If this place was really finished, then most of the people living in the Dawn City would be relocate to this second city. The vacant sector within the Dawn City will be turned into a green house for exotic medicinal herbs, making the production of the main ingredient antigen Hore easy to obtain.
Glass flowers will eventually grow outside.
There's bound to be a lot of chaos when that happens. Linc really hoped his work wouldn't pile up on his desk to the brim.
He really couldn't stand it.
Has random thoughts in his mind. Linc was greeted by a Felis-race Transfusion, third generation, dressed in formal black, to enter the yacht docked at the pier.
Linc walked in confidently, with Cheasy trailing behind him.
"Nice to meet you, Linc. I didn't expect that you would also bring my grandson here." Olivier smiled kindly.
Wearing a black folded cloth with a gold flower pattern, Linc who noticed Oliver's figure had black fur around her body, and the shape of a cat's head on her face, immediately knew that she was also a third generation Transfusion.
Black cat.
It seemed that the Cheasy family lineage was descended from the bloodline of an exotic black cat. This is quite rare.
"Besides... You seem to have brought in some unknown items. Are they all your creation or just insurance from Servial?"
In Olivier's own vision. There are many flying balls that fill the entire room of her yacht.
Not only here. Instead, the entire island where the Neisser Society, based, was covered in countless flying balls. This made Olivier a little scared, and she didn't dare to go out of her room without the help of the two bodyguards by her side.
"A new Wyroball-inspired product creation that you guys created. Would you like one? It's free."
"No, you can keep it to yourself. But if we have a chance to be alone, let's talk to each other about business matters."
Something free is always immeasurable. Perhaps he had implanted a spy system in the creation he made. because the technical difference in their technology was too great, Olivier didn't dare to take it lightly.
"Oh I see." Linc's voice sounded quite disappointed.
Throwing away the honeycomb projector in his hands. Linc immediately asked why he had been summoned to this place.
Olivier answered him: "Actually, the reason why I called you here was to see how you are doing."
"After you disappeared from their eyes for half a year, the global government under the guidance of the country of Atlantis, always accused other countries around it that they kidnapped their country's important secrets from them. They are taking advantage of this situation to annex small countries that are within their borders."
"As the organization involved in the martid island incident, the location where you disappeared. F.S.T. takes full responsibility for all the complaints raised by the nation of Atlantis."
"They accused us that we had kidnapped you. Several incidents were also involved to start some minor wars at a base a little bit far away."
"We never expected that Servial would hide you in its hideout. As those who paid the price for your freedom, we feel it's not fair enough if we don't get some benefits."
Linc looked at her seriously: "So what payment do you want from me?"
Olivier looked at Linc with her sharp vertical eyes: "All we want is your kindness."
"Kindness?"
"Yes, if we run into trouble, we hope you can help us. If you agree, we can keep you hidden in the Neisser Society for now. Isn't this a good offer to exchange your kindness for a freedom?"
Linc, narrowed his eyes sharply.
If this offer is heard by the common people. This is a good offer.
However, there are still some gaps.
What a kindness she mean?
What's the limit?
what problems does he have to face?
It's a very ambiguous offer.
There are too many puns in Olivier's current offer.
Linc could probably refuse if he didn't want to. but the consequence was that the Neisser Society would pay for things it didn't want to his pay.
This is a sneaky question that tests one's lower bounds in the face of a negotiation request.
As expected by an old cat who hasn't died to this day.
"Let's talk about other payment methods..."