1414 In Modern Day 12 (2/2)

As long as they don't abuse the child, all I'll do is lampoon.

However, is letting a one-year-old eat ice cream a form of abuse?

Anyways, the child appears quite happy.

After hanging up the phone, I consider the possibility that we have to rush over to the high-speed railway station at any time. I simply make a choice, getting some packaged pastries and bottled water before paying for it at the cashier.

Just as I find a place to sit down and quickly finish breakfast, Rosago calls again.

”The tickets for today's high-speed railway have been sold out. Mr. Zaratulstra will have to stay there and come tomorrow.”

He sure is filled with bad luck… That's good too. I can head back directly. I don't have to wait until noon or head to the railway station… I tersely acknowledge.

”Then let's head back first?”

”Yes, we'll come again tomorrow,” Rosago says immediately. ”Come to the parking lot. I'll send you back. I'm returning to the city anyway.”

”…Sure,” I reply with a smile.

It's not that I'm saving money and being greedy. After all, I can also claim my travel expenses for my trip back.

However, there's nothing wrong with having good relations with the employees of a partnered company at work.

Even if I don't end up getting an additional order, it gives me another outlet for job-hopping in the future.

The only problem is how I'll get along with him later.

It can be quite awkward if two unfamiliar people were to get together.

Let's just talk about work. It's only about an hour anyway… I console myself. I leave the airport and find Rosago and his Mercedes.

I get into the car and buckle my seatbelt. Before I can say anything, Rosago turns his head to give me a glance.

”Sit tight.”

Huh? I feel lost for a moment.

The next second, the car starts and speeds off.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. This is still a parking lot. You're driving too fast! Ah!

After a series of bends, the car slows down and exits the parking lot through the gantry.

Then, the Mercedes continues to race. It swerves left and right on the road, taking up any empty spots. Not only is he on the verge of exceeding the speed limit, but he also shows no signs of stopping.

On several occasions, I imagined that there would be a car accident, but with Rosago's control, the car nimbly avoids danger.

”This—aren't you driving too fast?” I ask, coming back to my senses and gulping.

”Don't worry. I used to be a racer,” Rosago says as he looks ahead, his eyes bright.

But isn't it too fast? This is a city road, not a race track… I lampoon nervously.

I don't dare to say another word, afraid that Master Rosago would be distracted and might end up hitting a guardrail or harming the innocent.

At this moment, I recall my ability as an Assassin. I decide that if anything were to go wrong, I would jump out of the car to seek refuge or forcefully control Rosago to stop the vehicle.

40 minutes later, the racing car stops outside the building where my company is located.

”…Thank you. Thank you.” My face is a little pale as I unbuckle the seat belt.

If it weren't for my abilities as an Assassin and my outstanding balance, I definitely would've gotten carsick and puked all over the ground.

”You're welcome. See you tomorrow.” Rosago waves with a smile.

”…” I exhale and bid the racer farewell.

Entering the building, I glance subconsciously at the spot where the vending machine had appeared. It's empty.

Fortunately… I head upstairs and press the ”up” button.

As I wait, I lower my head and straighten my clothes.

Suddenly, a pair of long legs wearing leather boots walk over.