Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The forenoon sun of Eiders was a lot stronger than the morning sun. It shed its light on the ground through the window, causing a dazzling reflection.
Kozert was standing there looking at Kieran under the sun with a gaze of admiration.
Kieran, who got more information after dominating, Kozert frowned, but his furrowed brows eased up quickly.
He got enough pieces of information from Kozert already. Despite it not solving all his questions and doubts, it answered the majority of them.
Firstly, according to Kozert, humans and monsters lived together in this dungeon world, and dusk and dawn were the signal for both species.
During the day, humans worked.
During the night, monsters lurked.
Of course, it wasn’t an absolute rule though.
When human populations reached a certain height, the monsters that lurked slowly went away even at night, like the Eiders of before.
On the contrary, the wilderness, which housed only a few humans, became a paradise for monsters to go rampant.
However, as time passed, the monsters that vanished from Eiders a long time ago slowly became active.
Kozert did not know what caused the changes. Similarly, he also didn’t know what the ‘Snitch’ stole or who threw out those things.
But as a ‘hyacinth’, the informant or messenger of the dungeon world, Kozert provided Kieran with an extra bit of news: someone published a bounty of $1,000 to find out Kieran’s identity; if anyone had detailed information on him, the price would be doubled.
Kieran’s appearance undoubtedly attracted someone’s attention.
That was probably also the reason why Kieran was followed by a bunch of men before this.
$1,000 bounty wasn’t considered high, just an amount that barely mattered, but since it was only information gathering and didn’t require one to engage in fights, the price became quite attractive.
At least according to Kozert, the other idle ‘hyacinths’ in the city had their eyes on Kieran.
The other information that concerned Kieran was that Kozert knew the shop where the ‘Snitch’ disposed his goods.
Unfortunately, after the ‘Snitch’ was exposed, the shop was turned to cinders by a fire.
Everyone assumed the cause of the fire was arson. Some said it was the one who threw the things while others said it was the result of a gang double-crossing, but the real details?
No one knew.
“Let’s go have a look there,” Kieran said.
“Yes, my lord.”
Although he knew the ruins wouldn’t hold any more clues, Kozert wouldn’t disobey Kieran’s orders.
Of course, he bore in mind Kieran’s other order as well, which was to maintain his identity as a surveillant, a ‘hyacinth’, not one of Kieran’s men.
…
The back alley of Aimeda Street.
Kieran reached the alleged shop for goods disposal.
There was no need for further searching because the shop was very eye-catching.
Among the whole row of buildings, only the shop was in ruins and had the marks of a fire.
Kieran scanned the surroundings.
Looking at the neighboring buildings, Kieran speculated that when the shop was still intact, it must have been a one storey civilian shophouse; there wasn’t a front yard, so one could enter the shop straightaway through the main door.
Of course, since it was a place to dispose of stolen goods, it wouldn’t have signage outside.
Kieran walked towards the spot where the door was supposed to be. The crispness under his boots told him how fierce the fire was.
He then looked at the intact neighboring buildings on both sides that were tainted with burn marks and scanned the two meters wide passage along the shophouse.
Finally, his eyes returned to the shophouse itself.
“After the fire, the police and fire department came and cleaned up the place. No clues were found. No casualties either, as there weren’t any bodies in the fire.”
Kieran was recalling what Kozert said before as he walked to the center of the shophouse.
This place… was the ignition point!
Under [Tracking]’s vision, even after a few days, the fierce burn marks were revealed to Kieran clearly, together with some other traces mixed in them.
Kieran bent over and saw traces of digging by a shovel, which were buried again.
“Interesting.” Kieran squinted his eyes.
Fires caused by accidents mostly spread from the corners, gradually transforming into an unstoppable force.
The ignition point being in the middle of the shophouse could only mean one thing: this was an arson!
It matched the information Kieran had acquired.
This shop for goods disposal was destroyed intentionally by someone but the digging after that seemed to have not been planned.
After the incident with the ‘Snitch’, this shop should have been put under surveillance, and as a matter of fact, there was someone else in the area at the moment.
Since Kieran reached the place, he had picked up more than one gaze.
So, it was natural that one couldn’t appear here with a shovel to dig after the cleaning from the authorities without being detected.
Which meant, the only possibility of the digging to happen was right after the fire had spread!
While the police and firefighters fought the fire!
Or more precisely, the digger should have been a police officer or a firefighter.
As for the traces left behind during the firefighting?
Dirt could put out a fire, but no one would want to dig the ground beneath the fire as it raged.
With lingering thoughts, Kieran walked out from the burnt ground, and when he glimpsed at Kozert in the shadows, he subtly ordered Kozert to get “the list of the police officers and firefighters that participated in the rescue mission that day.”
Kieran then moved on without stopping.
Kozert, who was in the shadows, quietly followed as well.
No one else noticed the difference. Even if someone noticed Kozert, they would think that he was another watcher.
Everyone placed their attention on Kieran as he walked out of the alley to Aimeda Street.
Watching the endless stream of people on the street, Kieran unconsciously looked towards the few restaurants that had their signages standing out.
As for those gathering that gazed at him?
He didn’t even care.
But when one of the owners of the gazes walked out brightly to stop him, Kieran was forced to detach his gaze from the restaurants.
It was Mier.
She was actually one of the special consultants of the police. She and her grandfather, Wier, had always been active in the front line of the battle with monsters. Her temper and personality were extremely weird. Based on what Kozert told him, the young lady was someone Kierean should stay away from.
You didn’t know what a smiling lady would do to you in the next moment.
Mier was smiling at Kieran, her brown hair tied up into a ponytail, her jaded eyes smiling into a single line.
She crossed her arms and pushed her chest up, showing off a ravishing cleavage. She circled Kieran and sized him up in detail as she walked; it was a different kind of sizing up from yesterday night.
Mier was still holding back last night, but she wasn’t now.
The heat hidden in her gaze was like a lady when seeing her favourite bag in the mall.
When she made a full circle around Kieran and stood back in front of him, she asked in a pleasant voice, “What did you find?”
Kieran didn’t answer. He made a detour and headed towards the restaurant he had eyes on.
But right away, he was forced to pause, because…
“I know your secret!”
On the upside . . . I have a new friend . . . their name is Clive . . .
Look like killer is sleeping
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Secret?”
If the words had come out of some first generation divine descendant, Kieran might have felt like he was facing his greatest enemy, but when the words came from Mier, who seemed more like an annoying roommate, Kieran laughed without commenting.
It was true that he had a lot of secrets, but regardless of which, it wasn’t something that the young lady before him could grasp. Her strength had decided what kind of level she could reach and what kind of secrets she could unearth.
“You don’t believe me? Although you are in disguise, you people never change your habits. Cold, vigilant, fond of black, uncaring about what people think and following your own rules. Each one of you are incredibly strong. More importantly, whenever darkness rumbles, you people always walk out of the shadows. Am I right, Mr. D? Or should I call you Monster Hunter D?”
Mier purposely lowered her voice, as if she wanted Kieran to believe that she knew everything.
“Sorry, you have the wrong guy.”
Kieran continued on to the restaurant. He’d already picked up the aroma of stewed meat from the restaurant.
The rich aroma of meat along with potatoes and carrots tickled Kieran’s appetite.
He didn’t have the mood or free time to tangle with the young lady who obviously misunderstood something.
Walking past her, Kieran went into the restaurant.
He picked a corner seat before calling the waiter.
“I want your signature dish and one serving of every dish on the menu,” Kieran pointed at the menu and ordered.
“Every dish? Sir, we have almost 15 dishes on our menu. If it’s for you alone…” The waiter, stunned, spoke hesitatingly.
“It’s for both of us. We’ll takeaway if we can’t finish!”
The pleasant voice came from behind.
Mier then came in and sat opposite Kieran.
“Okay then.”
When he saw Mier, the waiter immediately nodded.
The waiter knew Mier, or should it be said, Mier was quite popular around the hood.
A good looking lady with a voluptuous figure always attracted attention, and when this young lady had an extraordinary appetite to go with it, impressions would be made.
Kieran, seeing Mier sit in front of him, said, “I’ve said it before, you have the wrong guy.”
It was rare for him to speak again.
It wasn’t for any particular reason, just that Mier didn’t seem like the type to waste food, so Kieran felt like she was decent.
Of course, it stopped at decent, and as for more?
Nothing.
“I know, I know! The rule of keeping secrets, right? Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. But don’t you think that you need some help in this unfamiliar city? Coincidentally, I have the capabilities to help you.”
Mier smiled like she understood everything and even recommended herself, as though she were trying to prove her abilities. The young lady then softened her voice and continued, “You must have found something back at the scene, something the ignition point hides, right? I’ve already sent someone to find out who were the officers and firefighters on duty that night.”
This time, Kieran didn’t say anything. He looked at Mier with a critical gaze.
Under Kieran’s gaze, Mier opened up honestly.
“I am still one of the special consultants of the police force, you know. I have the authority to access such things. Besides, compared to my tiny authority, I am hoping to know how you found the hidden point? When the fire was extinguished, my grandpa, Wier, and I searched the place in detail but the fire had razed everything, and we didn’t find any clues. So, how did you find it?”
Mier replied to Kieran’s gaze by looking straight into his eyes and showing no signs of avoidance, as though she was trying to spot something in Kieran’s eyes.
“Your ‘detailed’ search was not detailed enough,” Kieran said.
Meanwhile, in his heart, Kieran carefully sized up the young lady before him and tagged her with a decent judging ability.
During the search at the site, Kieran was indeed searching for clues but that didn’t mean he didn’t cover up his presence.
In fact, given how vigilant he was and with how many eyes were on him, he covered his presence from the start to the end of the search.
That was unless he wanted others to spot him!
Undoubtedly, the young lady had noticed Kieran’s deliberate moves, which he performed to get others to notice him.
Although Mier had only seen what he wanted her to see, it already proved that her observations were remarkable.
“Detailed? Hun… your kind of detailed? What kind of training do you have to go through?”
The young lady mumbled the term, her expression showing even more interest than before.
Kieran, however, went silent again.
Since Mier wasn’t the intended target that Kieran tried to lure out, it was only because of her respect for food that made Kieran willing to converse with her.
Any more than that was impossible for Kieran. However, Kieran seemed to have underestimated her patience.
When Mier noticed that Kieran had no intention to reply, she shrugged and looked at Kieran with her palm holding her chin.
Kieran turned a blind eye to her.
He had learned to deal with this kind of stare a while ago. On top of that, he had something to divert his attention: food!
Soon enough, the waiter served the signature stewed meat and the other 15 dishes on the table.
Instinctively, Mier tried to pick up the spoon and have a taste of the stew, but just when her fingers were about to touch the spoon, sheer coldness rose in her heart all of a sudden.
Almost instantaneously, Mier shrunk her hand from the spoon and placed it over the gun at her waist. She turned in the direction that made her heart skip a beat.
Kieran?
Mier jolted. She didn’t expect the presence that made her feel extremely dangerous to come from Kieran.
“My food…” Kieran said coldly.
Before he truly finished, the threats in his eyes said it all.
After noticing the threatening eyes, Mier quickly reacted, being like him at times.
“‘This is my food. If you dare to lay a finger on it, death will descend on you like a thunderbolt.’ Am I right?”
Mier finished up Kieran’s sentence and stood up with a smile. Without calling the waiter, she moved a table opposite Kieran’s and combined them.
“Waiter, give me one serving of each, just like him.” Mier called the waiter over and ordered the same thing as Kieran.
“Uh, okay,” the waiter replied in a slightly dull state.
Didn’t she say the food was for two people?
Did they argue? Or?
Random speculations popped up in the waiter’s mind before he left for the kitchen in a hurry.
Then, when the waiter brought another 15 dishes and the signature stewed meat from the kitchen, he witnessed a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
A man and a woman were sitting opposite each other at their own tables. The forks and knives in their hands were dancing in a flurry, reaching out towards the 15 dishes that were scattered in front of them.
Each time they chewed, the noise triggered one’s appetite so much that the hunger deep down in one’s heart spread uncontrollably.
Groooom!
The waitered gulped uncontrollably.
No one would laugh at the waiter though, because everyone witnessing the scene was gulping.
“Waiter! Give me a stewed meat as well!”
“Me too!”
“Me as well!”
The orders sounded in succession throughout the restaurant.
And when the other customers got their serving of stewed meat, Kieran called for the waiter again.
“Give me another serving.”
“Me too,” Mier said and smiled at Kieran.
This time, her smile was different from the previous ones, as it had some mixed meanings hidden in it.
“Do you believe in a fated meeting?”
“No.”
“It’s sick.”
“Eat your food,” Kieran replied plainly and continued eating.
