Damn it, you bastards!
Swordfish's eye twitched as he mentally cursed his "companions." He thought they were in this together, only to realize he was the one being played. And now it seemed... they were all being played!
"One or two could be dismissed as individual actions within the guild."
The girl pressed her hand on the piled-up parchment scrolls, "But thirty-nine... How do you intend to explain this, Mr. Swordfish?"
"..."
Swordfish first cast an expressionless glance at his comrades, who usually jested with him, only to find that they all guiltily averted their eyes. Resigned, he sighed and extended his hand towards Marlina, "May I see the contract scrolls?"
"Please do."
Swordfish pulled out four scrolls from different positions, finding that their contents and format were identical, as if mass-produced!