Chapter 1212
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After Starbeck recalled the man, he bowed elegantly.
"Hello."
His voice was cold and calm.
Before knowing Starbeck's true nature, his manners saved Starbeck a lot of trouble. Pol obviously didn't know Starbeck's true nature.
He was more concerned about the equipment on Starbeck.
His instincts told him that Starbeck was filled with danger.
Looking at the six rings engraved with defensive and healing runes, as well as the necklace that seemed ordinary but still exuded an extremely negative aura.
The belt also had runes similar to 'Light' and 'Nimble'.
His pants should be made from some vicious beast's skin, giving off a cold feeling. There were even teleportation runes on his shoes.
More importantly …
Pol's eyes uncontrollably landed on the backpack on Starbeck's waist.
The backpack gave him a chilling feeling.
It felt like any random move from him would result in his death.
Therefore, Pol stood straight.
"Is 2567 here?
If it's possible, I would like to meet him.
My name is Pol. "
Pol said.
"Hold on."
Starbeck said as he walked into the room.
The moment the door was shut, he heaved a long breath.
Although the garden was considered part of the room and was protected by the system, the fear of meeting a stranger still sent chills down his spine.
Fortunately …
Starbeck looked at Kieran.
With him around.
'He is my strongest support.'
"What's wrong?"
After feeling Starbeck's gaze, Kieran, who was washing the dishes skillfully, looked up.
"There's a player named Pol outside the door, he wants to meet you."
Starbeck said honestly.
"Pol?"
Kieran frowned.
He was quite vigilant against this player who was obviously a stranger but somehow gave him a sense of familiarity.
"I'll go have a look."
Kieran wiped his hands with a piece of cloth and passed the apron to Starbeck.
Starbeck put on the apron and watched Kieran leave. When Kieran completely disappeared behind the door, he quickly washed the dishes.
As for the matter between Kieran and Pol?
Starbeck believed Kieran would handle it well.
…
"I asked the people in the tavern, and you came here."
As soon as he saw Kieran, Pol told him how he found this place.
Kieran was not surprised by this.
He didn't try to hide his arrival. Most of the people in the tavern should have known about it.
However, this didn't mean that Kieran would lower his guard against Pol.
"I mean no harm."
"I just wanted to talk to you after understanding some things about you."
As if sensing Kieran's vigilance, Pol said.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"The Unique Title, Blade of the Daybreaker?
"Or is it about the Guardians?"
Kieran tried to probe.
It seemed like Kieran knew what was on him that others would be concerned about.
As a matter of fact, it was exactly what he said.
When Kieran uttered the two terms, he clearly felt the slight changes in Pol's aura — Pol tried his best to hide it, but Kieran's sharp senses picked it up.
As his Spirit and Intuition got stronger by the day.
Some people's attempts to conceal themselves were useless in Kieran's eyes.
"The Unique Title is my secret, I don't want to talk about it.
The Guardian is also my personal matter, I don't want to share it with you. "
Kieran didn't stop and went straight to the point.
The moment he finished, Kieran turned around and left.
From Kieran's point of view, Kieran was a stranger.
A stranger that he should be wary of, but not concerned about.
"Wait …"
Out of instinct, Pol wanted to raise his hand to stop Kieran.
But the moment he raised his hand, a narrow longsword flew out from his shadow and stopped beside his neck.
The blade was sharp.
It was filled with blood and malicious intent.
Pol could even hear the wails of the dead from above.
This was an 'ominous' sword.
Borl was the first to confirm.
And with this confirmation, he raised his hand high up in the air.
"I don't have any malicious intent."
Pol repeated himself.
"I don't care whether you have any malicious intent or not.
All I know is that you and I are strangers. You are not my friend and I am not someone you can trust, so don't try to probe me with pointless tests.
This is a big city.
"Death is very common here."
Kieran didn't turn around and said in a calm tone.
Yes, this was a big city.
A place with so-called robotic executioners, but they had too many ways to bypass the robotic executioners.
Killing wasn't the theme of this place.
But it was the accompaniment that would never change.
Pol felt helpless when he saw Kieran didn't even turn around.
How similar he was to the woman in the past.
Back in that era.
Just like the woman.
So when he came to this era, he was unwilling.
He was not willing to be controlled by that woman just like that.
Unwilling to be mocked by that woman.
Even if …
Death!
He wanted to give that woman a hard slap in the face.
With that thought in mind, Pol took a deep breath.
He lowered his voice and said, "I know one of the Witch's secrets."
The Witch's secret?
Kieran paused his steps.
"I don't know if this secret is related to the legacy she left behind, but I can assure you it is related to the Guardians."
Pol hastened his words when he saw Kieran stop.
Then, he took off his glove on his right hand.
A strange smiley face surrounded by scarlet lines suddenly appeared on the back of his hand.
As if it sensed something.
When the strange smiley face appeared on Pol's right hand, Kieran's right hand trembled a little.
He turned around right away.
When he saw the strange smiley face on the back of Pol's right hand, Kieran squinted his eyes.
"The Witch's Mark!
That's what we called it back then.
"Perhaps there are other names now."
Pol said slowly when he saw Kieran turn around.
"Now, it's called the Witch's Gift."
Kieran replied.
"Gift?"
"I guess you're right.
"At certain times, it can indeed be called a gift, but that is only before you 'offend' her."
Pol's tone turned heavy.
"Offend?"
Kieran squinted his eyes and muttered the term.
In this word, he felt that there were too many unusual things.
"Yeah.
How can a servant with a mark surpass his master? "
"Once the servant surpasses his master, it will be considered an offense."
"Until then …"
"You will end up like me."
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