The ogre slowly turned around and started walking towards the entrance. He was slow, and his legs were still trembling. With each step, he could feel Égon's cold gaze on his back, which made him grit his teeth.

Égon followed him quietly. He was frustrated that he needed to work overtime more, and the ogre's slow movements fuelled his frustration. After roughly a minute had passed, Égon couldn't hold it any longer.

"Speed up already. I have other things to do! If you are this slow, I will definitely miss my show, and then I will be VERY angry!"

Égon declared, and with it, he achieved his goal. The ogre started walking faster. Through the door, they entered a massive hall. In it, Égon could see a spiral stairway leaving upwards and two doors to the side. Other than that, there were two major pillars by the staircase. Égon could also perceive a set of tables; some were knocked off.

"Eh... I am not exactly used to these new and modern-styled mansions... The old-fashioned is my cup of tea... I can't see beauty, and the meaning of such a massive hall without anything to show off in it is non-existent."

He thought as this was not the first mansion he had visited. The ogre led him to the stairs, then up to the second floor. The second floor consisted of many rooms, most likely used by the house's owners for their daily lives, as the corridor was quite spacious.

The ogre led Égon to one of the closest doors and then stopped. Égon just kept staring at him, until he finally opened the door and stepped in. The room was a study. It had a massive desk right in front of a window so that natural light could light the room up during the daytime. The other sides of the room were full of cabinets containing either books or documents.

Inside, Égon noticed three figures. All three of them were elves. A girl with long, messy blond hair was sitting on the floor by the desk whom he presumed to be Réna, a man with very short, most likely freshly cut black hair. Sitting next to the girl, whose age he could predict due to the longevity of elves, and another man standing right beside the door.

Réna, and whom Égon presumed to be the Baron, were sitting by the desk; they were wearing some sort of light pijamas. The girl was shivering, but the Baron seemed to be calm. The other man held a short dagger in his hand.

"Good evening! My name is Égon, and I came for the requested haircut!"

The fact that the door opened was not something that caught their attention, but as soon as Égon spoke up, all three of them looked at him.

"Who the hell are you?"

The elf with the dagger questioned as he pointed his weapon at Égon.

"I just said it... My name is Égon, and I have been called here for a haircut!"

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At that moment, the girl's eyes widened, and she stood up from the ground.

"Why are you here? I thought you called the police?!"

"Why would I do that? You have asked me for a haircut. And do not try to lie! I recognise your voice!"

Égon replied, completely ignoring the armed elf.

"I thought you could read between the lines! I was under heavy pressure and couldn't say it out loud... You even asked what package I wanted... I thought you meant how serious the situation is..."

"No, we really have three packages; that is why I asked that."

Égon replied and shook his head. He dropped his bag, pulled out a small belt from it, and put it on. It contained many smaller compartments for different tools.

"Just great... The maid said you were smart... so I figured you would call the police... Now they will not only kill us but you as well..."

The girl mumbled as she slowly sat back down and buried her face between her knees. Meanwhile, the armed elf grew angrier and angrier for being ignored.

"You bastard, I am still here. Do you really think it is wise to ignore me and chit-chat when your life is on the line?!"

He shouted and then thrust his dagger at Égon's head. His movement was much faster than the men's outside. Still, it was slow for Égon. Without even looking at the incoming blade, he acted. From his belt, he pulled out a tiny pair of scissors, opened it, stopped the blade with its cross-section, and then applied some pressure to prevent the elf from pulling the blade back.

"Hey, don't you think it is rude to attack someone while they are talking? Also... Can't you read the atmosphere? I have been called here for the night... I am quite pissed. So if you want to have his teeth still in your mouth, do not anger me!"

Égon replied with a cold glare. He then sighed and effortlessly cut the metal blade of the weapon, shocking the elf.

In the meantime, both the Baron and his daughter looked up at the strange metallic sound, and they were all amazed at how easily the pair of scissors cut through the metal.

"How the hell did you capture this man, you imbecile?! He is still armed!"

The elf shouted at the ogre, who stood still.

"I never said I captured hi, sir! He knocked out all the others... I was the last one standing, and I was ordered to bring him here... Please... Let me go!"

The ogre uttered as he fell to his knee and looked at Égon, who took out his book once again and looked inside.

"So Réna... Even if you don't want to have the haircut, you will need to pay for the overtime and for the travelling fees; also, since I needed to dirty my hands by beating these things, I will need to increase the fee..."

Égon quickly put his scissors back into his belt, and then he put the whole belt back into his bag.

"Erm... Égon... We can't pay as long as that man is still in the house, as he wants to kill us... They already beat most of our employees..."

The Baron finally spoke up. His voice was respectful yet kind. Égon took a deep breath and then looked at the elf, who still had his cut weapon. His hands were shaking.

"Fine... but I will not do the cleaning! Also, it will be the sixteenth man I have knocked out, so I will add it to the fee as well."

The moment he finished, he cleaved his fist and punched the elf in the head. He added a bit too much strength to his punch due to frustration, and as a result, the man blasted through the wall and was slammed into the one on the other side of the corridor, the he slid down unconscious.

"Now, are you ready to pay my overtime fees?"

"What about him?"

Réna asked and pointed at the ogre.

"I no longer care, but if I need to knock him out as well, that will cost you more."

As soon as the ogre noticed Égon's gaze, he jumped up and started running away as fast as he could.