Chapter 107

In addition, I had a choice between two subclasses in the future: "Iryenin" or "Pupil Mengele".

But at the moment I do not have this opportunity. Probably due to the fact that I got a class, and with a subclass I will have something at 60th level. In other respects, I do not mind.

Ten minutes after I arrived at the hotel, both Harton and Beatrice came to their senses. Their bodyguards were also conscious, but only tied up, we will release them later, if necessary.

- Who you are?! Harton asked.

- Isaac Dinklage. But I think you already know that, your memory as a security chief should be normal. Therefore, you should have known the guests from tonight, if not by sight, then at least by name.

- This is true. But who do you work for if not for the colonel? Otherwise, you would not have saved us.

Smart guy.

- I don't work for anyone. Believe it or not, I accidentally managed to overhear a conversation between two drunken idiots, one of them named Mirabeau. They seem to be your subordinates. - then the old man frowned. - They talked about the attempt, so I was imbued with the idea of ​​helping you. True, I was a little late, so I saved only four of your subordinates. And they wanted to kill me too.

- I think you can understand us. one of them suddenly responded. - You were wearing a mask and appeared quite unexpectedly.

- Well, I'm not offended. Therefore, you are still alive. - I answered with a smile.

- Are you a mercenary? Queen Bealia asked already.

- No. I'm a Gotham City Police detective. But he was once a military man. Changed profession.

- Would you like to earn some money? - this girl started to frighten me.

Now her eyes expressed nothing but anger, anger, although I think there is despair there too. She quickly figured out the alignment, and realized who exactly threw her and what awaits her if she does not find a way out. And she's not as hopeless as I thought.

- Wow, they want to make me a mercenary. But what do you want to offer and for what?

"Your Majesty ..." one of her bodyguards tried to barge in. But she only stopped him with a glance.

At the same time, Harton added:

- I agree with Her Majesty. Mr. Dinklage will be very helpful against the Colonel. After all, at his side there is a division of the guards loyal to him. At the same time, they have helicopters, a couple of planes and tanks. If someone could hold them back until Her Majesty and I prepare the troops for the battle for the capital, it would be wonderful. - and turned his gaze to me - I saw out of the corner of my eye, before I passed out, you and your "double". And the devices that you used are clearly not human. I've seen a lot in my life.

Oh well! Okay, keep thinking that I'm a meta-person. But this is not the case. Your delusion gave me a job and I don't mind taking it.

"But the troops are now two hundred miles from here on exercises. - surprised (?) at the words of her chief of security Beatrice - With what forces are we going to fight?

- The rebels. They are not really rebels. - began to explain Harton. - After the death of your father, I realized that there was something strange in his will. My instinct suggested it. I unearthed some evidence that indicated the will was a forgery. Moreover, I have known for a long time that the colonel is very interested in power and money. But I couldn't prove it to you, because you trusted your uncle a lot.

Yeah so that she even let her into bed. In other matters, it doesn't really bother me ... well, almost.

- It's clear. But what about the rebels?

- These are the hearths of loyal soldiers who still served your father and some of the officers who suffered because of your uncle's "reforms" or the arbitrariness of his inner circle. Although there are people there who had nothing to do with the army or the police before. And they never even took a weapon in their life. Now it is already an organized force, loyal to YOU. You just need to get to them and give a second oath to you.

- Okay, we'll talk about that later. - she nodded and looked at me. - So what?

- I have not heard the conditions under which I will work?

- 10 million dollars, hereditary nobility of Bealia, for you and your friends - she squinted at the others - if they also help. I doubt they are here for beauty.

- I think it's a very reasonable price. - I nodded - I just still want trophies. As the saying goes, something sacred is taken in battle.

- From the battlefield? Agree! she nodded. And we shook hands.

To be continued...