"Are you hiring?"
Upon hearing this, Radar felt as if the light of salvation from heaven shone upon him. He hadn't even opened his eyes before he shouted, "Yes, yes, yes!"
When he opened his eyes, he saw a young foreign guy with blond hair standing in front of him, scratching his head, he said, "Are you here alone to apply?"
The handsome young man with blond hair, white skin, and blue eyes nodded and, in fluent foreign language, said, "Yes, I'm here by myself. I want to join your Mercenary Group."
"Are you from Iron Country?" Radar asked.
The youth nodded, saying, "What's wrong with being from Iron Country? Do you Asians discriminate against us from Iron Country?"
Radar shrugged and said, "Not exactly, but how old are you? Let me be clear: minors are prohibited from joining the Mercenary Group. If any of our members die, we don't want guardians coming to us for compensation."
