Code Collector

"Run!" Elvis grinned as he summoned his weapon. It was a scythe that had a thin blade that encircled two thirds of the pole. His weapon was huge, so it wasn't easy for him to close in one Allen and attack. 

What the boy needed to do was make sure that Elvis don't get a chance to get closer to him. It will be the end of the road if the man ever gets a meter too close to him. The scythe will surely cut whatever it could reach if that would happen.

"I didn't know that a lot of Hunters are now capable of detecting us," Elvis said. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Elvis, a pack member of the Blood Moon."

"Haven't heard of them," Allen shrugged. "Must be a group of lonely people who are bored to death."

"The only reason why nobody has heard of our actual name was because we kill the ones who have heard of it," Elvis grinned. "And not it's your turn to die!"

The man launched himself off of the glass plate he was stepping on and leaped towards Allen. The boy immediately took out his glaive and clashed history blades with Elvis's. If he wanted to create the furthest distance, the glaive is his best choice.

Since the glaive was a polearm, using it would distance Elvis himself away from Allen. He would be cautious as to what might happen if the glaive wouls reach him.

"So, you use that weapon too, huh?" Elvis chuckled. "Interesting."

"Not really," Allen shrugged. "It's more interesting how you lied about knowing the Bryans."

"I didn't lie about them," Elvis said. "Didn't Lay tell you anything?"

Allen tilted his head to the side, "You know Lay?"

"Jack is my friend," Elvis said. "Verta Carta and Blood Moon are partners. We make the same thing and do the same stuff."

"But–" Allen lowered his weapon. "What were you doing attacking me then?"

"I had to know that you were the real person, of course," Elvis grinned. "There's a lot of impostors around here, you know? If they would know that you're the one that I've been looking for, you'd be taken away."

"What?" Allen scrunched his face. He shook his head and sighed, taking out his phone to try and call Jack. He already had a message there and it was from Jack himself.

'Boy, Lay forgot to tell you that someone is meeting you today. He's a potential client and he has connections. Serve him right, and you'll be rewarded well,' the messGe said.

"Lay was supposed to inform me about you, but I guess he forgot," Allen sighed. "That man is seriously old. He can't even remember that there's someone I was supposed to meet. And according to Jack's words, a very important man too."

"Blood Moon has connections to two Primordial Beast Bearers," Elvis grinned. "I happen to be the external affairs officer, so they know me well."

"Which Bearer?" Allen quirked his brow up after the mention of the powerful people. He was barely interested in other Hunters except for the then eleven, now ten group. They were the elite of the elite, and if he could get his hands on them, he'd win the game.

"The Rooster and the Dog," Elvis replied. "They're both under the impression that they're kind and righteous, but in fact they deal with the underground traders all the time. In fact, only the late chairman and the vice chairman were the ones who were clean. The others are clowns.

"In fact, they're so pathetic that they could run a circus with just the nine of them. Nine Bearers, all dealing with the underground traders will eradicating some of them," Elvis continued. "I want to laug, but even that's not worth it."

"You know a lot, don't you?" Allen smirked. "And you're not afraid of me getting to know these?"

"I know your identity, and a call away from the police, your world will stop," Elvis grinned. "Who cares if we exchange information? Besides, you can't blackmail the Bearers. They hold the absolute powers in the Hunters' world, therefore they're untouchable."

"Right," Allen nodded. "So, what did you want me to do? What kind of deal do you want?"

Elvis sighed. He stepped forward and kneeled in front of Allen, both his hands clasped in front of him as he displayed a puppy eyes. "Let my wife's parents accept me as the man who their daughter married."

"What?" Allen asked. "The thing with the Bryans was true?"

"Of course it was!" Elvis scoffed. "You think I would lie about such thing? I won't, duh."

"But what do you want me to do?" Allen asked. "Want me to play a matchmaker? How would I even let the lawyers accept man who's practically a criminal continue to be married to their daughter?"

"I don't know," Elvis shrugged. "That's your job, not mine. So why are you asking?"

Allen deadpanned. He wanted to facepalm, but stopped himself from doing so. He was the Wandering Trader who trades Codes, secrets, and deals, this kind of thing wasn't mentioned in his job description.

"Please, Dante," Elvis sobbed. "They took Lisa away from me, and I don't know where she is."

The mention of the other problem sparked something inside of Allen. "You mean, they already took the precautionary measures to make sure that their daughter wouldn't still be wedded to you?"

Elvis pouted, "Yeah. They took her to another country and prepared the divorce papers themselves. Of course, they still need our signatures which we will never give, but until I see Lisa, I ain't stopping."

"You made up your mind, haven't you?" Allen smirked. "I guess I don't have any other choice but to help you, then. It's my job as the Wandering Trader, after all."

"Yes!" Elvis leaped in excitement. "But tell me your plan first, how will you do this?"

"First, I need to go back to Earth," Allen grinned. "The Bryans are in Earth, so it would only be logical to be there."

"And?" Elvis asked. "Was that your plan?"

"No," Allen muttered. He pointed at Elvis and grinned. "You'll be helping me."

Elvis formed an O with his mouth, "Oh? What help can I give you?"

–

"So," a man said as he scanned his eyes through a piece of paper in his clipboard. He sighed and took a look at the paper behind it, scrunching his eyebrows and rubbing his pen on his forehead. "This seems too surreal for some reason. Do you mind if I ask for reference?"

Allen smiled and nodded, "Please, do. I don't really need to be scared because I don't have anything to hide."

The man narrowed his eyes, "I see."

He took the telephone and dialed the number on the resume. It rang for a few seconds before a woman on the other side answered, "Hello, you've reached the officer of Platt, Parker, and Adamson. How may I help you?"

"I'm asking for the reference for Connor Andrews?" the man asked. "His resume is overwhelming for the Bryans considering he worked there before."

"Connor Andrews was our paralegal for three years," the woman replied. "But sadly, he left our office to pursue his dreams of getting to work alongside the Bryans."

"From Platt, Parker, and Adamson?!" the man gasped. "I–I mean… fine, okay. Thank you so much."

"Thank you so much, have a good day!"

The phone call ended and the man was left dumbfounded. He placed the phone back and looked at Allen who was smiling. "You're really from there?"

"Yes, sir," Allen smiled. "I just wanted to work with Mr. and Mrs. Byrans. It has been my dream."

"From a paralegal to an assistant," the man said. "Interesting, but anyway, you are hired. Welcome to the Bryans Firm. I would like to give you a toast, but we have a case that's up. The Bryans are very busy at the moment, so you also have to be right up there at this second. You start today."

Allen nodded and smiled. He walked closer to the man and shook his hand with a warm smile on his face, "Thank you so much, sir. I hope to work more years with you."

"Y-You too," the man smiled akwardly as a woman led Allen out of the room.

She took Allen to the hallway and right into the elevator. "You did a good job there, newbie. There's not much people who could impress Attorney Lasso like that."

"Thank you," Allen smiled. "I couldn't have done it if weren't for the teachings of my previous firm."

The woman smiled and nodded. "That's great. I hope to be working with you. The Bryans' office is on the last floor, floor 71. Here we are."

Ding.

The elevator rang as its doors slowly opened. In front of it was a hallway that led to a single door. Nothing was at the hallway except for the door on the other side.

"The Bryans are behind that door," the woman said. Allen walked outside of the elevator and thanked the woman. "Good luck! You're gonna need a lot of it."