Damian roughly understood the situation and nodded.
“Hmm… I understand.
So please be sure to tell me the details later.
For now, I will assume that the target is not specified and continue to protect.”
“Any other questions?”
“Can I kill them?”
Liliana and Pascal shuddered at this terrifying question.
“The situation is not so serious that you might need to be killed...”
Liliana said, but Pascal frowned.
“Killing them is not a problem, but there are some people who would be troublesome to deal with if they were actually killed...”
"I understand.
Then I will kill them if the situation calls for it."
“No, I mean the consequences...”
"I'll take care of that."
It seemed as if killing was the default, and keeping them alive was the alternative.
Damian had no hesitation in burying someone without a trace.
His indifferent attitude confused Pascal as she swallowed.
“Then do you have any other questions?”
"If you don't have anything more to tell me, then no."
Damien's direct attitude made Liliana ask suspiciously,
"Really?
No more questions?"
"I have been paid enough for my silence.
It is only right that I fulfill the client's terms."
"It's easy to talk to you."
Pascal seemed happy with the deal, and happily sipped the rest of her tea.
Then she emptied her cup and said in a bright voice:
“Then let's prepare a formal contract.
I will send someone soon to prepare the necessary documents.
It should take two or three days.
The contract will start from the moment you sign it.
You will have some time, so please make any necessary preparations during that time.”
"concept".
“Shall we go get your prosthetic arm now?”
Damian looked at his watch, it was almost two in the afternoon.
He looked at Pascal.
"now?".
“I asked you to make the necessary preparations.
We need to have the prosthetic ready by the contract date.”
I stood up excitedly.
Liliana also got up and followed Pascal, pushing Damien's back.
Liliana said in an equally excited voice,
"You're very lucky, Damian.
You can finally get a prosthetic made by Asher O'Lon."
"Well, I..."
“Let's go, let's go.
Do you have any specifications in mind?”
"Good…".
He accepted the job, but was still a bit surprised by the fact that he was getting a prosthetic from Asher Ollon.
The two excited ladies paid Damien half his payment and he arrived at Asher Olun's workshop.
***
"I knew you'd come back.
My prosthetics are the best, aren't they?"
Damian felt extremely annoyed by Asher Ollon's arrogant attitude as soon as he got to know him.
He was annoying, but Damian couldn't argue with him.
“But the prices are high!”
“So what options do you want?”
When Asher asked the question, Liliana and Pascal spoke at almost the same time.
"The best".
"Who has the best job, if that's possible."
“And the budget?”
"It doesn't matter."
Pascal's words made Asher's glasses shine.
Damian thought they were about to cause trouble, so he spoke quickly.
“I don't need any unnecessary features, just the basic internal electrode.
Isn't that enough to move like a real arm?”
“That's true, but wouldn't that be more convenient than a real arm with various additional functions?
By the way, what is your profession?”
“…a freelancer.”
"He's a bodyguard."
Liliana quickly interjected as Damian struggled to answer Asher's question.
Asher's glasses brightened at the word 'bodyguard'.
"Bodyguard?
Bodyguard, you say?
A profession that requires physical activity?"
“That doesn't look good.” Those eyes said he was about to be scammed.
Damian quickly tried to explain the matter.
“I just need to be able to handle weapons.”
But his words only excited Asher.
"Weapons?
What kind of weapons?
I can make your upper arm open to reveal a miniature lightweight machine gun.
How about that?"
“Oh, that's great.
Damian, that sounds practical too...”
Damian decided that he had to deal with Pascal first, so he raised his hand and covered her mouth.
"Adding unnecessary options will only make the arm heavier.
As the actual user, I know what's best, and Ms.
Pascal, you don't know much about weapons or my style, so please relax and let me think about it."
After being asked to be quiet, Pascal looked frustrated and began fiddling with the synthetic specimens on display.
Liliana wondered if it was okay for her financier to treat her this way, but she understood Damian's feelings and let it go.
However, she knew that Damian was not the type to be greedy with someone else's money, so she decided to give him a little push.
“Damian, let's at least add one simple option.
You may not use it now, but who knows what the future might hold.
It's better to add it now than to regret it later.
I'm not saying you should choose the more expensive option, but wouldn't it be a shame to stick with the basic option just to save money?
Something practical and convenient is good.”
Damian seemed to understand Liliana's point.
So he leafed through the catalog Asher had given him, contemplating his options, and occasionally asking Liliana her opinion.
It only took me two hours to think of the basic framework.
But this was not the end.
They had to take his measurements, choose materials for the prosthetic, and even schedule surgery to install it.
When Damien asked other prosthetics makers about the time frame, they all said it would take about two months.
But Asher, as he measured the length of Damian's arm, said indifferently:
“Yes, this will take about three weeks.”
Damian's eyes widened, and Asher shrugged.
"I'm fast.
Once the design is finished, the actual production takes three to five days at most.
If we proceed with the surgery right away, the recovery will take about two weeks.
However, the rehabilitation is separate...
I will connect you to a hospital for surgery, so don't worry too much."
Damian couldn't help but think to himself,
'Money is the best...'.
Not all of the world's problems can be solved with money, but it seems that most of them can be solved with money.
“I will call you when the design is ready.
Can I call you at this number?”
Asher, with a satisfied smile on his face, took Damian's contact information.
As they were about to sign the contract and pay the deposit, Damien looked at Pascal with a stunned expression as she pulled out a blank check.
“What on earth are you doing to get all this money?”
Damian left the workshop with a polite farewell to Asher, still in a daze.
The sun was already starting to set outside.
He followed the other two towards the tram station and said,
"I'll walk back."
Pascal and Liliana both waved their hands dismissively.
"No, it's okay.
I'll go straight to the train station after dropping Liliana off, as I have to go back to Cleta.
You should go home and rest, Damian."
"but…".
Damian hesitated, feeling grateful to them.
Liliana laughed and said jokingly,
"It's okay.
Sometimes you're too protective, Damian.
That might be okay in the future, but there's no need to be now, right?"
Then she leaned towards Damien and whispered,
“And I need some time before you officially start working as my bodyguard.
You know what I mean, right?”
Damian kind of understood.
"By the way, I won't be in Nishio tomorrow either.
If anything happens, leave a message at the hotel front desk.
I'll check on it later."
“Where are you going?”
"It's a personal matter."
Damian's answer left Liliana no room for further questions, so she simply said, "Okay."