I didn't know what Diran meant by that, but I still could tell it wasn't his way of praising others. A job for someone like me… he probably meant something nothing immoral.
"What kind of job?"
"The type of job to cause a lot of losses to our enemies. Since the target getting weakened in terms of finances will benefit the guild, we won't have to take a cut for the job, so everything you get at it will be yours."
"That didn't explain much. Again, what kind of job?"
"Freeing some slaves."
As soon as Diran said the words, I felt my brow instinctively furrow. The implications of the job were obvious: hit the enemy where it hurts, disrupt their operations, and cut off a significant source of income. It made sense strategically, but the fact that Diran had singled me out for this task was more than a little irritating.
