Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

"You said there's no problem with the contract, so why won't you sign it?" Xenia Wendleton pouted, muttering under her breath.


"Miss Wendleton, are you pretending to be naive or actually naive?" Basil Jaak sighed, pointing to the contract, "Let's forget the first rule. Look at the second one. In the spirit of customer first, the party A is obliged to provide the party B with divine service. Apart from the necessary smile service, party A should not reprimand party B for any reason, nor refuse party B's reasonable requirements with unfair reasons. Moreover, in the spirit of roommate cooperation, party A should cook for party B, no less than four meals a week."


"Who's naive? Did I write it wrong? Since I'm your tenant, I should be considered your customer." Xenia argued.


Jarringly, Basil waved dismissively, "Miss Wendleton, let me put you on a pedestal like a deity, how convenient would that be!"


"So you aren't going to sign?" Xenia asked, pulling a long face.


Chapter 30 My New Year's Money_1