"Sir, are you going to the gym now?" asked Quen.He came carrying his gym bag to Melvis, who was getting ready to wear gym clothes.Melvis nodded, "I'm going to the park in the residential center."A few days ago, when he was riding in Quen's car, Melvis accidentally saw the park in the elite housing estate near his residence. He, who was also bored, chose to run instead of going to the gym like a typical day."Today as usual, this place is always crowded. Even the first son of OneTech's president is out for a morning run." Melvis muttered in his heart.He looked around the streets of the public park in the elite residential area filled with familiar people. He even recognized the first son of the president of one of the largest companies in New Orlando.Melvis wore a black hat and an all-black jersey. He chose to run this morning and look around. Not only did he run into the son of the president of OneTech, but also a couple of celebrities enjoying the morning around the park.A gran
"Quen, please prepare the car. I'm going out for a while," said Melvis, wearing his outerwear.These few days, he was working from home. All day long, he stayed in his private office without being disturbed. When it came time for her to take a break, Melvis chose to have lunch outside."Are you going to have lunch outside, sir?" Quen asked before he actually left."Yes, I think so." Melvis said as he prepared.While Quen was preparing the car engine, someone kept pacing in front of his yard. Quen approached him, "Are you looking for someone?" asked Quen politely in front of the fence.But with a stern face, the old man refused to be served by Quen.Melvis, who had finished preparing, immediately arrived and found his car ready. He saw Quen finished talking, "What's wrong, Quen?" asked Melvis, surprised."An old man kept looking over, I asked him if there was anything he needed, but he left, sir."Quen explained.He nodded at Melvis and went back into the house. It was his schedule to
Mr. Randolph choked, he lowered his glass and looked intently at Melvis. They looked at each other with severe eyes, then Randolph chuckled."Haha, geez. That's definitely not possible. My latest news is not good news, many people or perhaps everyone in New Orlandio knows that." He explained with a chuckle.He then sipped his cappuccino, his smiling face hidden behind the glass. He immediately changed his face to a gloomy look."So I guess there's no way anyone would want to hire me at this old age. After all, I've been quite content with my pension until the end of my old age." Randolph explained with a gloomy face.While Melvis could only raise his eyebrows, "Mr. Randolph, I'm serious. What if there is someone who will give you a second chance?" Melvis asked carefully.The question was immediately caught by Randolph, he looked at Melvis carefully repeatedly. Then he sighed, turning his face away to stare at the menu behind the counter."If someone gives me a second chance... then I'
A few days after meeting with Caldon, Melvis read the report on Caldon's health that was sent directly to his personal office. "Are there any signs of enemies around Caldon?" Melvis asked Quen, who was standing in front of his desk. With a serious face, Quen explained some surveillance reports from his subordinates that he had released. The surveillance came from his subordinates, whom he ordered to disguise themselves and mingle with the patients in the hospital. "Last time, Bielmand's men came to the hospital and asked Mr. Caldon's full name in the administration room, they were disguised as visitors. But everything was taken care of and Mr. Caldon's data never spread in New Orland. No one knew that Mr. Caldon was in New Orlando." "How are things in Ugra?" Melvis asked again. "The tension in Ugra is easing, I have also spread out and sent people around Bielmand, sir." Quen's explanation was well received by Melvis while checking Caldon's health history, which was getting bet
As the Helicopter they were travelling in pulled away from the island they had disembarked, Melvis, Taylor, and Quen stared at the Helicopter as it rose above, making the large trees sway back and forth. "Ah, what are we going to do here?" asked Taylor awkwardly when the sound of the Helicopter no longer interrupted their conversation. Melvis and Quen looked at each other and then at Taylor, who was changing daily. She could no longer be called a moody girl. Taylor was confused until Quen patted her hand once. "I'm here to be your mentor Miss Taylor, I'm here to train you on your ability to become a guardian. This is the initial stage of training before becoming a highly competent apprentice." "Huh?" Taylor grew even more confused."Am I not going to become a spy? Then why train in a forest in the middle of nowhere? Why not in a big building? With spy equipment like Detective Conan?!" Taylor wondered silently with a gaping face. She was initially excited about the trip to the sm
On the second day, Taylor watched the sun begin to shift with the moon from behind her tent. At the faint sound of a partridge crowing, she was startled awake and began to realize there were chickens around."Maybe today I can try to catch a chicken," she thought. She woke up and found that the rain had moistened the surrounding land. Fortunately, she had built a tent among the grass and bushes she had levelled. She tried to make some spears that she had made before. She finally searched around her tent for the sound of the chicken that had crowed earlier to wake her up. The sky, which had been a little dark, was getting brighter, she sighed but began to wake up.She tore the hem of her clothes a little, "it could be bad if I don't go back to where I was," she thought. Quen, who had woken up earlier, noticed Taylor, even though she had been rash and reckless. He began to feel sorry for the girl who had not eaten since yesterday afternoon. Taylor set up signs from the scraps of her
"We're in Aussy, what color is that snake?" asked Melvis again. He released his hand on Taylor, his whole body feeling stiff occasionally. "Brown and gold... I think," said Taylor, looking at the tip of the snake's tail that had gone into the bushes. She recalled some time ago that the snake had a deeper brown ring colour along its body. She recalled that snakes with striking colours would be known to be highly venomous. What about that snake? It had bitten Melvis, and Melvis was not doing well. Taylor looked at Melvis, sweating coldly and gnashing his jaw, knowing he was in pain. "It's a copperhead, they may not be deadly, but they can damage nerves and blood cells. They produce neurotoxic effects, Taylor," Melvis said in a half-whispered voice. The girl just nodded and wiped the remaining tears on her face hurriedly. Taylor, who heard that, immediately opened a serum with that effect on it and injected it into Melvis' body. "W-well, hang in there, Melvis," Taylor muttered, st
The sound of the ball thumping along the same row of teeing grounds as Melvis began to ring out. Melvis swung the club with a firm stance and performed a powerful swing repeatedly. He then wiped his sweat and sighed in relief as the three balls floated in the air and out of sight. "Huft..." Melvis made a sound of reluctance at what he was doing. He looked around the golf course, along the teeing ground, his eyes only saw rich people participating in the ball-throwing sport. "He is the son of the current finance minister," Melvis said to himself. His eyes suddenly fell on a young man who made a great swing. Melvis also accidentally stared at a man known as a big celebrity from the centre of New Orlando, the man was swinging an expensive club as several caddy girls cheered him on. A caddy who accompanied Melvis was wiping the stick that Melvis had just played with, she then gave the bat again, but Melvis refused. "It's okay. I'm done with it." Melvis raised his hand halfway to hi