Chapter 103

The meaning of the invitation, translated into common language, is as follows

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I'm glad that you can understand this invitation letter. It proves that you are not just a scumbag.

Go to 13th Lankenbelle Street. There is a test waiting for you there.

If you pass, you will become my assistant, and I will pay you a generous reward. If you don't pass … you will leave with regrets.

Remember, you are not the only person I have invited to be my assistant.

You have a lot of competitors.

Shaman: Nikorei?

Test? Competitors?

Tell them everything in advance so that they will be wary of each other!

"You're already nervous before it even starts?"

Kieran was guessing Nikorei's intentions.

It was obvious that the so-called 'test' had begun the moment he saw the invitation.

Kieran glanced over the Main Mission [Be the shaman's assistant for three months] and shrugged.

The situation before him was clear. If he could not even become Nikorei's assistant, there was no way he could be her assistant for three months.

The Main Mission would be considered a failure.

Based on the difficulty of the second dungeon, the test should not be too difficult.

Kieran was glad that the Special Dungeon's difficulty was set to 'the number of times the player has cleared the dungeon' instead of 'the player's current difficulty'.

If it was the latter, Kieran guessed that the Main Mission might have changed.

It was definitely not the so-called [Be the shaman's assistant for three months]. It would be something more specific and specific related to Nikorei.

The difficulty would naturally increase exponentially.

However, even if the mission before him was not that difficult, Kieran would not be careless.

Kieran had heard too many stories of people failing miserably in an easy task.

He did not want to be the main character of the story.

Besides, Kieran would not be satisfied with just completing the Main Mission.

Huu!

After taking a deep breath, Kieran started to size up the two-storey building and its surroundings.

The first thing that caught his eyes were the two tightly sealed doors made up of a sheet of iron.

The original black paint on the door had long been mottled after experiencing the baptism of time and wind and rain.

The vermilion rust intertwined with the black paint. It looked like a puddle of congealed blood. Anyone who laid eyes on it would instinctively avert their gaze.

On the right side of the gate, there was a rusty door plate as well.

13th Lankenbelle Street!

The blurry but still readable words told Kieran that this was the place where he would be tested.

However, Kieran did not enter right away.

His past dungeon experience told him. Every time he entered a dungeon, there would be some items or people that could help the players. at the start.

Perhaps this kind of help would disappear as the dungeon difficulty increased.

However, given the difficulty of the second instance dungeon, it was inevitable.

However, 13th Lanconbelle Street was definitely not the place for the test.

So …

Kieran looked further away.

On the other side of the street, Kieran saw a notice board.

On, Kieran's eyes.

The notice board before Kieran's eyes was not much different from the notice boards that he knew of.

Except for the ones that had changed from electronic to paper.

"13th Lankenbelle Street is full of accidents!"

"13th Lankenbelle Street is full of misfortune!"

"13th Lankenbelle Street is haunted by ghosts!"

"The daredevils are scared away!"

"Beware! The ghosts of 13th Lankenbelle Street are devouring human lives! "

…

The notice board was filled with news about 13th Lankenbelle Street. They were all edited from newspapers.

There were a total of five reports.

According to the date, the earliest one was on E. 7.12 and the latest one was on E. 8.21.

Out of the five reports, the first two were about the owner of the house having terrible luck after moving into 13 Lanconbelle Street, encountering all kinds of accidents.

From the third one onwards, there were special incidents.

The fourth article was about a man who didn't believe in ghosts who deliberately moved into 13 Lanconbelle Street, only to be scared away a day later.

And in the fifth report, there was a murder case!

A drunkard had entered 13th Lankenbelle Street by mistake and was found hanging on the iron gate the next day.

Kieran paid attention to the fifth report which was different from the other four.

Unfortunately, other than the fact that the drunkard had been hanged on the gate of 13th Lankenbelle Street, the rest of the reports were just guesses. There was no direct or concrete evidence.

"Solve the problem at hand? As a test? "

Kieran squinted his eyes and looked at the two-story building.

Under the sun, 13th Lankenbelle Street looked extra quiet behind the trees. If it wasn't for the unsightly gate that ruined the atmosphere, it would have been a nice place to hide under the hot sun.

"Hold on!

The gate?! "

Kieran turned around quickly and read the fifth report again. After reading it from the beginning to the end, Kieran strode towards the gate of 13th Lankenbelle Street.

After a while, Kieran raised a brow after a careful observation.

He found something interesting.

But there was one more thing. He still had to verify it.

Without further ado, Kieran strode out of Lankenbelle Street.

…

At night, Kieran returned to 13th Lankenbelle Street.

The quiet street at noon was now completely shrouded in darkness. The street seemed to have lost its function.

It was different from before he had left.

The iron gate of 13th Lankenbelle Street was opened and Kieran could clearly see the lights in the room through the window.

It wasn't electric lights but candlelight.

In the dark night. The little candlelight didn't bring light to the room. Quite the contrary, it made the surroundings even darker.

Especially when the candlelight flickered, the trees were twisting and changing under the light, as if they were demons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

The trees that gave people a refreshing and comfortable feeling in the middle of the day only made people feel fear and a chill in their hearts at this time.

However, Kieran didn't care about it at all.

He went through the gravel corridor between the gate and the gate, went up the stairs and knocked on the door.

Dok, Dok Dok!

The rhythmic knocking on the door spread far and wide under the night sky.

A moment later, heavy footsteps entered Kieran's ears.

Tssk Gak!

Amidst the teeth-numbing screeches of the hinges and the door frame, the door slowly opened.

A face was faintly discernible under the candlelight.

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