The sudden scream made Kieran change his original plan of scouting the area. He dashed towards the location where the scream came from.
When Kieran arrived at the spot where the scream came from, the afterglow of the setting sun had faded away, but it didn't stop the blinding scarlet from reflecting in Kieran's eyes.
The woman who screamed was dead.
Her face still had the fear of being ambushed when she was still alive.
Her body, on the other hand, was badly mutilated. Most of her organs were devoured, the same went for her limbs and torso.
Two of the opponent's thigh bones were broken into several pieces.
Kieran could already imagine how a bloody mouth chewed on her flesh.
Other than her head, the poor woman didn't have a complete body.
However, what surprised Kieran the most was that there weren't any more traces left at the scene.
More precisely, there were some clear traces left behind, but as night fell, the traces were swiftly fading away.
"A different night, eh?
Interesting. "
Kieran muttered to himself with squinted eyes.
Beep!
Further away, a sharp whistle sounded.
Kieran glanced over the group of uniformed enforcers, who were obviously the police or something similar. He then turned around and walked into the shadows.
He didn't mind interacting with them.
But now wasn't the time.
…
Night fell as promised.
The night sky was pitch black, neither the moon nor the stars could be seen. It was just a cloud of darkness, as if a black mist had shrouded the sky of Eiders.
The people who stayed in Eiders locked their rooms early and went to sleep.
At the head of the bed, there were more or less weapons for self-defense.
Almost at the moment night fell, Eiders fell into silence.
Of course, not all of them were.
In some streets and alleys, there were always a few places that were brightly lit.
Within the shortest amount of time, Kieran easily located three taverns and hotels with quite a lot of people gathered there.
Then, he chose a hotel called Stove-grilled Fish.
This was not a choice he had made casually.
Apart from the fact that the name 'Stove-grilled Fish' left a good impression on Kieran, it was also because there was a powerful aura in this hotel that far surpassed the other two places.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it was the aura of a powerhouse.
Ding Ling!
"Welcome to the brave warriors who dare to go out at night."
"You should be glad that you didn't make the wrong choice. I have top-notch beer and freshly baked bread here. Of course, I suggest that you order my signature dish: oven-roasted fish!"
Kieran pushed the door open and entered. The doorbell rang, followed by a rough voice.
A bare-chested man standing behind the bar counter on the first floor called out to Kieran loudly, showing off his muscular body and thick chest hair.
The man was still holding a half-full glass of beer in his hand. His beard, which was as thick as his chest hair, was stained with alcohol. The candlelight shone on his bald head, making him look extremely conspicuous.
"One oven-roasted fish and bread."
"I also need a clean room with hot water."
As Kieran spoke, he walked towards the corner of the first floor.
"Of course!
"I have everything you need here. Do you want to pay with ancient coins or cash?"
The man nodded with a smile.
Ancient coins? Cash?
For Kieran who wasn't familiar with the current dungeon world, it was something he had to record down.
Fortunately, through his observation, he knew that precious metals were still the hard currency in this dungeon world.
Pak La!
A piece of gold the size of a grown man's pinky nail fell precisely on the wooden counter, shining brightly under the light of the butter candle that was as thick as an arm.
The radiance of the gold immediately attracted the attention of the others in the hotel.
The eyes of these people were filled with greed.
But soon enough, they kept their gazes away.
The man behind the counter was glaring at them fiercely.
"This is Stove-grilled Fish, my, Lagren's trump card!
Whoever dares to disobey my rules, I'll feed him to the fishes! "
The owner of Stove-grilled Fish, Lagren, said loudly.
Then, he grabbed the piece of gold and put it in his pocket. He then said to Kieran in a very gentle tone, "Sir, I assure you, you will feel at home here.
"Your room awaits your arrival at any time."
Your roasted fish and bread will be here soon. I'll also give you vegetable soup and beer, please enjoy. "
It was obvious that the small piece of gold played a decisive role.
Kieran's room was swiftly cleaned and the food was served in front of him after three minutes.
The roasted fish and bread were common food, the vegetable soup lacked salt, and there weren't any whole vegetables, all it had was some minced grass. The only commendable thing about the food was the portion.
As for the beer, Kieran didn't touch it. He put the glass aside and started to eat his dinner while his ears collected all the information that could be collected.
Although the people in the lobby tried their best to whisper, with Kieran's Intuition, none of their whispers escaped his ears, as if they were whispering beside his ears.
"What is that thing?"
"The police said it was a wolf."
"Stop joking."
"I don't know if that thing is a Blood Kin, a werewolf or a ghoul."
"But one thing is for sure."
"Those good-for-nothings are spouting nonsense."
…
Their words were filled with mockery and mockery, which attracted the mockery from their table mates.
Then, the few of them raised their glasses repeatedly.
Kieran listened quietly.
Most of them were useless guesses and guesses.
But not all of them.
When Kieran finished his vegetable soup, the two customers that he had been paying attention to at the table beside the counter spoke.
One of them was an old man and the other was a young man.
The old man had a walking stick with a very small gap near the handle. Although it was very hidden, Kieran knew what was hidden behind it with a single glance.
A blade!
A long sword with a hidden blade in the shape of a walking stick.
The young man was even more direct. His brown windbreaker couldn't hide the unusual bulging muscles on his waist. Just by looking at the outline, Kieran knew it was a revolver.
Both of them had brown hair and emerald green eyes. Their faces were very similar.
It was obvious that they were related by blood.
"Wier, what do you think that thing is?"
The young man asked softly.
"Not a Blood Kin, they like to maintain their so-called elegance.
"It won't be a werewolf either. They won't go berserk unless there's a full moon. Even if it's a werewolf who loves to hunt, they won't 'waste food'. They'll pack everything up and take it away instead of throwing it on the ground."
"Ghoul might be a possibility though.
These bastards' actions are no longer dictated by their shrunken brains, they are no different from common beasts. "
"But I'm more inclined to …"
The old man's words continued and he reached the most crucial point.
However, right at that moment, his words were interrupted by a rude door.
Bang!
Stove-grilled Fish's door was slammed on the inner wall. The hanging doorbell didn't even have the time to ring before it was smashed flat.
An extremely tall man walked in with two people in tow.
One of them had a ferocious face and the other was scrawny.
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