Cirty had prepared the bag quickly, which Égon grabbed and put on his back with another deep sigh. He looked back at Cirty with a slight smile.

"I will be back soon; they are only about ten, fifteen minutes of biking away."

Égon said while he once again opened the door and stepped out. Outside, the chilly yet fresh air hit his face. It was ten in the evening, yet as he calculated, he would be back in roughly an hour if things went smoothly.

His bike was chained to a metal pole by the side of the store, which was only for his bike. With a swift movement, he undid his chains, put the bike into his bag, jumped on the bike, and rode off.

He held his phone in one of his hands to see where he needed to go. He rarely had the energy or determination to go outside this late, and he was surprised by just how empty the streets were: no car, no people, nothing. The only thing he could hear was his own breathing and how he was biking.

Shortly, he finally found his destination. It was a massive mansion shaped in a U form. It had a massive metal gate and then a large frontal garden with a designated road. Much to his relive, the gates were already open, but still, the building seemed awfully quiet and dark. He remembered that he was called here due to party preparation.

"Strange... Well, not that I care whether they are working or not... I will get things done, then receive my fee, go home, and have a warm bath..."

Égon thought to himself as he passed by the gates. The very front of the estate was covered with a few well-attended bushes and trees; Égon believed that it was due to privacy precautions. Since the estate was so close, he remembered cycling past it a few times, but this was his first time coming inside.

Behind the buses and trees, he could see a lamp post on a large staircase that led to the entrance. By the pole, two large trucks were parked.

"Hm... It seems two trucks are already here for the party. Perhaps..."

He mumbled as he slowly stopped and jumped off of his bike. Just in case, he chained his bike to the pole so that it wouldn't be in the way of the trucks, and at the same time, it was easy to notice.

As soon as he was done with that, he grabbed his bag instead of heading straight in. Égon pulled out a pair of fine white, seemingly plastic gloves; despite their strange outlook, they were quite different. It was one of the magically enchanted tools he used for his most expensive packages.

Once the gloves were on, he put his bag back onto his back and took a few steps towards the stairs. But shortly after, he stopped when he noticed a man walking down straight towards him.

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The man wore a strange outfit, which Égon didn't quite expect to see. Everything the man wore was black; he seemed as if he were some kind of burglar. Behind him, still behind the door, Égon could see a few more men.

"Most likely, the servants were not informed of my arrival?"

Égon mumbled, and then he sighed.

"Good evening. I have been called for a haircut by the Baron's daughter, Réna."

"You?! It seems we were worried about nothing!"

The man spoke and then chuckled as he shook his head. In the meantime, he kept walking towards Égon.

"Yes, I am nothing more than a humble barber who came to work."

"We thought that spoiled brat called for some serious backup! But you? I will just deal with you personally!"

The man replied once again and sent his fist flying towards Égon's face.

"I don't think I understand what you are talking about, but it is quite rude to try to punch someone."

Égon replied as he effortlessly slapped the man's hand away. The man growled in anger and sent another easy-to-see-through punch at Égon, who, just like previously, slapped his fist away.

"Sir, if you try to punch me again, I will hit you!"

"Bastard!"

The man shouted and wanted to attack once again. Égon sighed and delivered a powerful punch straight to the man's face. It had such devastating power that the man rolled back quite a bit and even hit the stairs so hard that some slightly cracked.

That single attack caused the man to lose his frontal teeth and have his nose broken. As he lay there motionless, blood was flowing down from his nose and mouth.

Égon, without a care in the world about how he knocked the man out, grabbed his small book from his pocket and then grabbed a pen from his bag.

"Another payment... Bad-mannered servants."

Égon added the line to his book with a sigh, and then he shook his head.

"But now that I think about... What did this man say when we met? Maybe these are some bad guys? After all, which servant would call their employer a spoiled brat..."

He thought as he put his pen and book back into his pocket, and then, with his bag, he took a step forward. The men he had seen previously standing behind the door were all running towards him.

"Oh boy..."

He mumbled as the men surrounded him. He looked around and counted 14 men in total. Seeing them strengthened his suspicion; they were the bad guys here. Still, if he wanted to get paid, he needed to get inside.

"Three goblins, four ogres, three demihumans and four humans... What a great combination."

Égon said without a single hint of fear in his voice. He could hear the group of men around him laughing, and then they all launched themselves at him.

"So slow..."

Suddenly, Égon's right hand vanished; he moved it so fast, and then all but one attacker collapsed. The one who stayed conscious stopped in his tracks and even took a step back.

"So, ogre, lead me to the Baron's daughter, I need to cut her hair... Then I will not punch you... Unless you try to attack me again."

Égon added with a glare. His previous demeanour had completely vanished, and now he was irritated. The ogre was shaking as he couldn't see Égon's hands move, yet 13 of his colleagues had been knocked out. Out of pure fear, he nodded.