When Kieran brought Bloody Mary and Smith to Kozert's base, Kieran ignored the big bag of spoils and bowed respectfully at Kieran.
"My lord."
Kozert straightened his back and passed a piece of paper filled with words to Kieran.
On the note, Quaker Wilberst's life was recorded in detail, as well as his father's reaction after Quaker's death.
Quake Wilberst came from a good family and received an elite education since young. His hobbies were similar to those who received elite education: he was good at all kinds of sports and liked to attend all kinds of banquets. Judging from the records, he was always the center of attention during every banquet.
Because of that, Quake Wilberst became the designated heir of the wealthy merchant, Wilberst.
If things had gone according to normal procedures, a few years later, when Wilberst grew old, Quake Wilberst would have taken over the helm of the Wilberst family.
Unfortunately, Jack Wilberst's death made all of this go up in smoke.
It also infuriated Wilberst's father.
The paper detailed how the father had smashed countless cups and vases in the past half a month after losing his beloved son.
It even included the one he liked the most.
"You're unwilling?"
"Secretly enduring it?"
Or is it another trap? "
Kieran wondered.
He didn't come to a conclusion right away.
The fake leader of the Kk family had given him a reminder.
The opponent he was facing this time was much stranger and more special than he had expected.
After some thought, Kieran gave orders to Kozert.
"Send an invitation to that wealthy merchant.
Tell him if he wants to know the real cause of his son's death.
If he does, come find me at Sheryl Street. "
"Yes, my lord."
Kozert bowed and vanished from the room.
After Kozert left, Smith, who had been quiet all this while, suddenly walked up to Kieran.
Smith didn't speak since he was used to staying quiet, but Kieran understood what he meant.
"Are you nervous?"
Because you don't know why I helped you? "
Kieran asked.
Smith nodded.
"I saw it, so I made my move."
"I didn't mean to help you."
"I don't have any thoughts of making you owe me a favor."
Kieran said indifferently.
There was no emphasis, nor was there any so-called reiteration. It was as if he was narrating the facts.
Smith was taken aback by the answer.
Smith could feel that Kieran wasn't lying, but because of that, Smith couldn't accept it.
In his imagination, his talent should have moved Kieran, which was why Kieran helped him.
As for Kieran being a warm-hearted person?
Stop joking.
Anyone who saw Kieran's cold and expressionless face would know that the so-called warmhearted heart did not exist.
Using his own talent as a bargaining chip and as a starting point, Smith had even thought of the things he could promise Kieran and the things he could reject firmly.
But when he was faced with the truth, Smith suddenly realized that he had been overthinking.
Kieran didn't care about him.
He didn't care about his talent either.
He didn't care about his strength either.
In simple words, Smith owed Kieran a huge favor. Even if Kieran didn't care, it didn't mean Smith wouldn't return the favor.
People in the world were divided into good and evil, their personalities were all kinds of weird.
Some people treated everything that was good for them as a matter of course.
Some people remembered all the favors and tried their best to repay the favor.
Smith, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, was such a person.
After twisting his body awkwardly and anxiously, Smith spoke after concluding the conversation.
"You must have something that you can't do yourself, right?
I can help you … "
Before Smith could finish, he couldn't continue because Bloody Mary, under Kieran's instruction, swiftly transformed into Wier, Mier, Lagren, and even himself.
Every change was so real that he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't.
Especially when Bloody Mary transformed into Kieran, Smith felt like he was looking into a mirror.
Without a doubt, having such an ever-changing assistant was far more useful than him.
Smith went silent.
He really didn't know how to repay Kieran's kindness.
In the end, Smith stood in front of Kieran in silence, looking at Kieran with a slightly stubborn gaze.
He hoped that Kieran could give him an answer.
Unfortunately, Kieran didn't even care about Smith, walking around him and heading outside.
He still had a lot of things to do, he didn't have time to waste on Smith.
Smith opened his mouth as he looked at Kieran's back, but nothing came out.
"Help isn't just about doing one thing, you can think about what God wants you to do recently."
Bloody Mary whispered when it brushed past Smith's shoulder. Smith's eyes shone right away.
What was he doing recently?
Hunting Blood Kin!
And what did Monster Hunters do?
Hunting monsters to protect the innocent!
Smith's eyes shone even brighter.
He thought he had found the best way to repay Kieran.
Without any hesitation, Smith left the room.
Smith quickly left the room. As for the valuable items in the room? Smith didn't even spare a glance at them.
To some people, money was the only thing.
But to some people, there were many things more precious than money.
…
Eiders was quiet at night.
Kieran and Bloody Mary walked down Sheryl Street one after another.
Bloody Mary turned its head to look at Smith, who was running out in a hurry. It knew what its contractor was planning.
In this strange and strange city, his contestant did not have any help.
In simple words, he couldn't split himself into two.
Therefore, its contractor needed a helper to clean up the monsters in the dark.
It wasn't for the innocent, and it wouldn't involve justice.
It was just because the monsters were related to the mutation.
However, Bloody Mary was sure that the seemingly smart but actually stupid guy who ran out in a hurry wouldn't have such thoughts.
In that idiot's mind, its contractor might have become a hero that roamed the dark and killed monsters.
Besides, that idiot might very well use its contractor as his goal.
"What an idiot."
Bloody Mary couldn't help but criticize in its heart.
However, Bloody Mary quickly discarded the thought.
They had arrived at Sheryl Street.
An extremely sturdy looking car was parked at the side of the street.
Kieran stopped and looked at Bloody Mary. His meaning couldn't be clearer.
'Why me again?
Why do I always have to be the pathfinder?
You must be taking revenge on me.
You are taking revenge on me, right? '
Despite the unwillingness in its heart, Bloody Mary had no intention of disobeying Kieran.
A deep breath later, Bloody Mary walked towards the car.
Just as Bloody Mary approached the car in D form, something happened.
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