Arthur's face was full of disgust: "Shut up."
Mir chuckled: "Arthur, let's not create discord between us, shall we? All our actions may well be under their surveillance... Perhaps even this bedroom we're staying in has their monitoring devices. But it doesn't matter."
His later words were obviously unfinished. Doesn't matter what?
Arthur looked around, scoffing, and walked into the bedroom, closing the door.
He didn't want anything to do with the so-called mission, he didn't want anything at all. He just wished that if time could be turned back, it would return to the days when she was still Monica.
Mir knocked on the door, his voice entering Arthur's ears.
"Arthur, one last thing, nothing in this world can be obtained easily, especially when it comes to people. If you want your Monica back, then certain individuals must... disappear."
Arthur covered his ears!
Disappear… Disappear…
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