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You’re going to get me a job?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t his fault for switching so fast; the “bargain” offered was simply too tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A formal job allowing settlement in the Mid-Nest meant he could shed his smuggler status and openly interact with Mid-Nest enforcers, gaining resources impossible to obtain in the Under-Nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker watched Alvin’s swift transformation, stiffening for half a second before returning to normal: “Of course. My name, Taker, carries some weight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t lying—Taker the Jackal’s reputation in the Under-Nest was well known; he was famously “a man of his word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite being tempted by Taker’s offer, Alvin still hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he really... tell Taker?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His main concern was this: what if Taker had some unknown connection to the cult?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alvin hesitated, Taker spoke slowly: “I assume it’s related to the Blood Axe Gang being wiped out by the Hammer Gang, and the disappearance of over three hundred people in the East District, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled a smoke ring, the drifting white mist making him seem inscrutable: “I sent people to investigate the disappearances in the East District. But sadly... I found nothing. Only soil soaked in blood—nothing else. Not even... bodies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He emphasized the last two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?” Alvin’s face remained calm, unmoved: “How exactly did you conclude I came to the Mid-Nest because of these two events?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simple. I had people investigate you, Alvin Valshus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker grinned, revealing two rows of tobacco-stained teeth. Beneath his messy, instant-noodle-like hair, his gaze was sharp as a blade, his expression unreadable: “A common scavenger from the Under-Nest would never miss ‘Harvest Day.’ But you weren’t there that day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Taker, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who didn’t show up,” Alvin said, shrugging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, I’m not an enforcer. I don’t need to verify every piece of evidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker flicked ash with a smile, studying him with deliberate intent: “I know you weren’t the only one who survived. But my instinct tells me your sudden attempt to smuggle into the Mid-Nest at this moment is tied to these two events.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d almost forgotten—this world didn’t care about evidence... Alvin’s lip twitched. After half a second’s thought, he said: “Mr. Taker, forgive me, but I can’t trust you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t tell me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker frowned slightly. He’d assumed this offer would be enough to win over a Under-Nest scum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the result was far from what he expected—the man had refused. A stable job in the Mid-Nest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really want a stable job. But I can’t trust you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin reluctantly turned down Taker’s offer, yet left the door slightly ajar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t trust me? That means... these two events are deeply entangled?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker understood the hidden meaning in his words. His expression grew slightly serious: “What would it take for you to tell me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin smiled but said nothing, offering no explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker read the meaning in Alvin’s eyes: unless he could prove himself, the boy would reveal nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clever little bastard... he sighed. At this point, he seemed to have no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Events in the Under-Nest had left Taker uneasy—something felt off, not as simple as it appeared. The investigators he sent returned with almost no useful information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the three hundred missing from the East District, only this boy... had not appeared anywhere on Harvest Day!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the real reason Taker suspected Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could a lowly scavenger possibly miss Harvest Day?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on that very day, over three hundred people vanished from the East District—could such coincidence truly exist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After long hesitation, Taker reluctantly pulled something from his inner lining, handling it with delicate care, as if cradling a treasure, and displayed it before Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, does this prove I’m trustworthy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Alvin saw what was in Taker’s palm, his pupils shrank sharply—he blurted out: “Holy shit, the Iron Hawk Medal?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he spoke, he realized his mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, Taker’s expression turned surprised, then fixed the boy with a piercing, suspicious stare: “How do you know this medal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere Under-Nest scavenger recognizing a medal issued by the Department of Military Affairs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like asking a homeless man to identify the Iron Cross of the Third Reich—and getting back only the answer: “Medal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s eyelid twitched, regretting it so much he wanted to slap himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under Taker’s icy gaze, he could only grit his teeth and say: “My mother told me. When I was young, she told me many stories about the Imperial Guard, including various medals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excuse was crude, but Taker seemed unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tucked the Iron Hawk Medal into his chest and said coolly: “If you know it’s the Iron Hawk Medal, you must agree I’m worthy of trust, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Hawk Medal, also known as the “Madman’s Hawk,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was a golden semi-circular medal bearing an iron imperial hawk, the most renowned personal honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was typically awarded by the Department of Military Affairs to soldiers who had faced mortal peril, defeated their enemies, and still remained fit for service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words... Taker had once been an Imperial Guard soldier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder—now it all made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why Taker could acquire Imperial Guard gear and still command respect from Mid-Nest enforcers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was a retired Imperial Guard veteran bearing the Iron Hawk Medal—his status within the Hive was extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But another question troubled Alvin: “If you have the Iron Hawk Medal, how did you end up in the Under-Nest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made no sense. A soldier awarded the Iron Hawk Medal would almost certainly have held rank and earned great valor. Even nobles in the Hive wouldn’t dare provoke him—how had he fallen so low?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of your damn business!” Taker suddenly flew into a rage, like a goblin stepped on: “Don’t change the subject. Tell me what happened in the Under-Nest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I ask—what was the name of your former regiment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin leaned forward curiously, genuinely wondering which regiment Taker had served in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does that relate to what you’re going to tell me?” Taker frowned, clearly reluctant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin nodded gravely: “I’m not disrespecting you, but if you weren’t in some elite regiment, knowing the name won’t help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was pure nonsense—just to manipulate Taker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Taker refused to speak, his Iron Hawk Medal alone would ensure any report about the cult reached the local Department of Military Affairs—and even the Planetary Viceroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked purely out of curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wouldn’t know it anyway...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taker looked torn, smoking three cigarettes in succession before sighing helplessly: “Do you know Catachan? 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