Shin, the Wannabe Playboy

"How about that chick over on that table?" Shin asked, pointing at a girl.

"I think you have already wasted your chances on that girl," Elior said, sighing.

"Really?" Shin squinted his nose and shoved the roasted pork into his mouth.

"I already told you not to go after everyone you see and keep your concentration on only one."

"I wanted to do that as well," Shin said while chewing. "But you know, none take any interest in me."

"It's probably the fault of your vulgar mouth," he added.

"No, it's not," Shin denied. "Whatever it is, you have to help me."

"Well, I did promise you to help you with that, but I have not found a way," Elior said, filling his stomach. Then he lowered his voice and continued. "By the way, how far have you gone with the work I have given?"

"It's quite hard," Shin hissed. "Though I found two of them easily, but they do not look dangerous as you mentioned. Heck, they did not appear anything at all. Bland people living their boring life."