After Nero slipped into the snowfield, he found a safe corner and stopped to wait.
Argenti entered the snowfield with Martin, avoided the Silvermane Iron Guard, followed his intuition while searching, and successfully found the waiting Nero.
Seeing this, Argenti revealed a smile and walked forward.
The guidance of his intuition told him there was light here, and so he found Nero here.
Just like how, after hearing that the scenery of Jarilo was magnificent, he had acted on a sudden impulse and gone all out to come here.
When Argenti came up to him, Nero said, "You actually could've just stayed out of this, right? Now that things have turned out like this, it won't be long before you end up on a wanted list just like me."
"Please forgive me..." Argenti first offered a very sincere apology, then said with a righteous expression, "Although turning a blind eye can bring a moment of peace, the justice in my heart does not allow me to stand by and do nothing."
"I have heard your story, and from it I understand the kind of person you are. Thus, I know that you could never be a criminal who intends to overturn this world."
Hearing this, Nero curled his lips and didn't say anything more.
He knew that Argenti was definitely the kind of person you couldn't talk sense into, after all, that's how it was in the story. There was nothing he could do about it.
People weren't going to listen to him just because he looked a bit better than others, right?
For that, you'd probably need the Aeon of Pure Beauty themself to show up.
Martin, who had been set down by Argenti, instinctively felt like shivering, but after feeling carefully, he realized it actually wasn't cold…
He froze for a moment, then complained, "So can't you show a bit more concern for me, the injured one?"
Argenti looked at Martin and said, "Please rest assured, I will protect you completely."
"I know you're very strong, but that's not the problem..."
Martin sighed. He really wanted to complain about Argenti, being jostled back and forth like that wasn't good for his wounds at all.
But the problem was that the other party had saved him, taken great care of him along the way, and didn't ask for any reward. He was completely too embarrassed to complain any further.
How should he put it, those noble qualities were so dazzling they made it hard for him to even open his eyes.
Martin had the illusion that, compared to the two people in front of him, he himself was just a pile of crap.
Although it sounded a bit vulgar and not very refined, Martin felt it was the most fitting comparison he could think of.
If he forced himself to use beautiful and pleasant-sounding words, he wouldn't be able to convey that sense of disparity at all.
The miserable corporate wage slave shook his head, let out a long sigh, and then said, "Speaking of which, why isn't it very cold in the snowfield this time?"
"Probably because of a hand warmer," Nero said, then showed Martin the Flamespawn he was holding in his arms.
Argenti also looked over and praised it, "What a beautiful bird. It provides light and heat like a heater. It gives of itself so selflessly, truly a spirit worthy of praise!"
If the hand warmer had enough intelligence and could speak, it would probably jump up and slap Argenti, then give this Knight of Pure Beauty a thorough explanation of exactly how it ended up like this.
Martin frowned and said, "This… should be a Fragmentum creature, right?"
Nero nodded. "Yes, a Fragmentum creature. But now it's already a household item."
As he spoke, Nero looked Martin up and down a couple of times and revealed a sly smile. "By the way, you're an employee of the Company, right?"
Martin nodded. "Y-Yeah..." He looked at the beautiful kid in front of him suspiciously.
"Then that's perfect. Originally, I was planning to discuss cooperation with your Company over this thing. The participants would be the Astral Express, the Xianzhou, the Company, and the Herta Space Station."
"Huh?" Martin stared blankly at Nero.
The names this kid casually threw out were all heavyweight.
The Company went without saying, he knew it well. The Herta Space Station was territory under the genius Lady Herta, and Lady Herta also had cooperation with the Company.
The Xianzhou's reputation in the universe didn't need any explanation either, who didn't know they were constantly chasing down and killing Abundance monsters?
As for the Astral Express, that was even more heavyweight. Nowadays, the Nameless might not be a huge organization, but their reputation was absolutely top-tier.
These four names popped out of Nero's mouth one after another, like heavy hammers smashing into Martin, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded.
Nero continued, "I'm currently a member of the Nameless, and my companions are also very supportive of my Fragmentum creature product plan."
"I've already talked things through with the Xianzhou, the Merchant Guild has agreed to handle the liaison. I also have acquaintances at the Herta Space Station, so asking them to help make a supporting device won't be a problem."
"Actually, the only one not contacted yet is the Company. Originally, I planned to have the Herta Space Station help connect the dots. Since you're here, I'll just tell you directly, are you interested in doing this?"
"After all, dealing with Fragmentum creatures that go around destroying planets is also a form of Preservation, isn't it? And what's more, there's money to be made."
Martin was left with his head spinning after Nero's rapid-fire speech, and it took him quite a while to recover.
Only then did he say to Nero, "The idea is good, and having the Herta Space Station as technical backing is very persuasive, but I can't make this decision myself."
"However, after I get back, I can write a report and help you ask around. I just so happen to belong to the Strategic Investment Department."
"The big shots upstairs might be interested. I've heard through the grapevine that Director Topaz has been writing plans quite frequently lately..."
Then Martin sighed again. "Sigh... I didn't expect you to have such a plan. Originally, I was even thinking that, with such good foundations, you and Mr. Argenti could go to the Company to be models or stars."
"You know what stars are, right? Like Miss Robin!"
Nero shrugged. "Forget it. Leaving aside whether I even have talent in singing or dancing, just the idea of being under someone else's control is already unbearable."
After a bit of thought, Argenti also said, "Actually, I am not very versed in music either."
Martin waved his hand. "I know, I know. I already guessed you'd probably refuse, so after thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't decide to say it. You can just treat it as something amusing you heard."
Nero nodded and asked, "So then, when are you planning to leave? Your situation will probably end up the same as mine soon enough."
Martin turned his head to look at Argenti.
Argenti lowered his gaze slightly and said, "Originally, I planned to wait until Martin's injuries recovered before leaving. However, I have since sensed the presence of disaster and evil on this planet. Thus, I decided to resolve the disaster before departing."
Hearing Argenti's words, Nero raised an eyebrow. "Disaster and evil? What did you sense?"
"Ah, this."
Argenti took down the black case and opened it in front of Nero.
Inside was the pitch-black greatsword.