Chapter 518 Contact her with a card?
"Really? No one would come seeking cooperation if they couldn't make a decision, would they?" Behrfinger chuckled, making a sarcastic remark.
Morataya couldn't help but chuckle as she listened.
Vermouth: "..."
With a flick of her wrist, a platinum card appeared out of thin air in Morataya's hand.
She walked over to Vermouth with the card in her hand, stood in front of her, and handed it to her.
With a smile, Morataya said, "I'm really looking forward to the possibility of working together. If so, feel free to contact me anytime using this card."
Having said that, she watched as Vermouth took the card, then retreated to Behringer's side. Soon after, another cloud of smoke appeared, and when it dissipated, their figures had vanished.
She glanced at where they had been standing, then looked down at the card in her hand.
The white background features gold patterns, with the word 'Church' in English on the front and a cursive letter 'M' on the back.
“M…”
Vermouth murmured to herself, put the card away, and left.
Not far from here, Morataya and Behfinger watched her departing figure from the shadows.
Molataya nudged Behfinger on the shoulder and said, "The distillery needs you, so be prepared."
Behrfinger: "...You're just waiting for me here, aren't you?"
He rolled his eyes wryly, then teleported away.
After spending the time it would take to complete a task thinking about the church, Vermouth finally decided to tell the Boss about it.
This, after all, concerns the safety of Bertrand.
According to what the little girl said on the night of the summer festival, the person behind the experiment that used Bertrand as a test subject is definitely looking for him, or even... to capture him.
Although it's unclear whether the church was involved in the experiment, it's better than doing nothing and knowing nothing at all.
Putting her phone away, Vermouth waited for the Boss's reply while heading to finish the last task at hand.
By the time she finished her mission and returned to Safe House No. 3, Scotland, whose mission she had taken on most of, had already returned to Bertrand's side.
Vermouth: ...It's true what my sweetheart said, that he's enough on his own.
Bertrand, who was playing with a Rubik's Cube on Gin's lap, swung his legs. When he saw her return, he scrambled up and went over to her, his light green eyes sparkling.
"Sister, sister, let me see that card!"
Vermouth smiled, her eyes softening, and gently patted his head. "Don't rush, sit down."
"Mmm." Bertrand nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and then sat down on the sofa, watching expectantly as Vermouth took out a strangely shiny white-gold card from her pocket.
Bertrand took the card from her and examined it several times.
"Church? M?"
"The main members of the church?" Bertrand tilted his head and guessed in confusion.
“That should be it.” Vermouth nodded, adding, “But what’s strange is that she told me to contact her with this card.”
"Contact her with the card?"
Bertrand paused in his card-flipping motion, raised an eyebrow, pulled out his phone from his bag, sent a text message to someone, and then casually slipped the card back into his bag.
Seeing this, Vermouth simply shook her head and chuckled helplessly and indulgently.
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