The seemingly sturdy car was blasted into the sky by the explosion, the flames burning the wreckage of the car. Even in the dark, the smoke was clear.
Sheryl Street, in a building a hundred meters away from the explosion, Wilberst put down the binoculars in his hand.
"Is he really a Demon Hunter?
Is he an imposter? "
Wilberst passed the binoculars to the servant and sat down on the sofa.
Wilberst was no longer as robust and energetic as a young man. His hair was white, his back was slightly bent, and his steps were unsteady. Even though he had a walking stick with him, it was hard to hide his old age. Or rather, the appearance of the walking stick made Wilberst look even older.
"Based on the information we gathered, he should be.
But why would a real Demon Hunter … "
The servant replied.
However, before he could finish, he stopped abruptly.
A black figure appeared in the room silently, blocking the window.
The servants and bodyguards instinctively wanted to draw their guns, but Wilberst raised his hand and stopped them.
"Stop.
Bring a cup of hot tea for our guest, "Wilberst ordered the black figure.
Wilberst looked at the black figure in front of him and ordered. After he finished speaking, the old man seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the black figure again and asked, "Can I have some hot tea? Or alcohol or something else? "
"Hot tea is fine."
Kieran said calmly.
"Have a seat."
Webster bowed in acknowledgment.
Kieran nodded and sat down on the sofa.
While the tea was being served, both of them sized each other up.
Wilberst's eyes were filled with curiosity and hesitation.
Kieran, on the other hand, was calm.
"Greetings, Lord D.
Nice to meet you, I'm Wilberst.
I heard that … you have a new opinion on Quake's death? "
Wilberst greeted Kieran like a businessman and after a slight pause, he went straight to the main topic.
"A new opinion?
Then, can you tell me what the old man's opinion is? "
Kieran didn't answer but asked instead.
"The old view … If it's possible, I really don't want to mention the so-called old view. They say that my son died of a heart attack. A relatively large embolus blocked his blood vessels, causing him to lose his life when he was healthy, young, and full of energy."
Wilberst took a deep breath. His seemingly calm tone hid boundless anger, to the point that his voice was trembling slightly.
"Heart disease."
Kieran said slowly.
Then, he fell into silence again.
Wilberst didn't say anything either. He seemed to be waiting for Kieran's reply.
However, when the hot tea was served, Kieran did not intend to speak. Instead, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea.
The tea was a traditional black tea. It was brewed with three types of black tea leaves, cherries, passion fruit, mint, and the indispensable lemon juice.
His skills were not bad.
Of course, compared to Starbeck, the difference was not just a little bit.
"Do you need a snack?"
"My chef is very good at making pastries."
Wilberst seemed to have forgotten about the wait and asked with a smile when he saw Kieran pick up the teacup.
"Okay, thank you."
Kieran didn't reject and thanked Wilberst politely.
Soon, the pastries were served.
The style was like a combination of cookies and blueberries, but the texture was a lot softer.
"I'm getting old, I can't drink anymore, my teeth don't allow me to eat hard stuff either. Even the nuts that I liked to eat when I was young can only be brewed into tea now. The taste, it's really …" Wilberst shook his head as he spoke. It seemed like the nut tea brewed wasn't tasty at all. Then, the old man's eyes showed a faint sadness. He continued, "But how can this taste compare to the pain of losing Quake?"
"Quake, the only heir that I had high hopes for.
"He should have had a bigger stage to show off his talent, but he died in the courtyard of his home without knowing why."
Do you know how I felt when I got the news?
"I feel like I'm going to collapse!"
The only reason why I'm still alive is to find out who killed Quake, and then I'll tear that bastard into pieces! "
Wilberst clenched his teeth as he spoke, his hand on the sofa's armrest even tighter than before.
"Lord D, please tell me who killed my son!"
I'm willing to give you everything that I have.
The Wilberst family has lost Quake, and in the end, they will fall under the hands of the remaining bastards. Rather than that, I might as well give it to you as a reward for avenging Quake. "
Wilberst looked up at Kieran with anticipation, hoping for an answer from Kieran.
However, Kieran shook his head.
"I've never said that I know who killed your son."
Kieran said.
"Then why did you invite me here …"
Wilberst squinted his eyes, his gaze turning sharp like a knife as he stared at Kieran.
"I'm just here to tell you the cause of your son's death.
I can tell you clearly that your son didn't die of a heart attack.
Even though it looks like a heart attack.
It only looks like a heart attack. "
Kieran didn't care about the gaze, he spoke at his own pace, and the moment he finished, Kieran stood up.
He took a step back and vanished into the shadows, leaving only his soft voice echoing in the room.
"Thank you for the tea and pastries."
…
Kieran walked along the shadows.
Bloody Mary looked at its contractor in confusion when it reappeared.
It didn't understand why its contractor would let go of such a good opportunity.
An old man who had lost his son would not be a good helper, but if the old man had a certain amount of wealth and connections, it would be a different story.
Perhaps the old man wouldn't be able to cover the sky with one hand in Eiders, but to its contractor, it would be a great help.
Why would it give up?
The question kept echoing in Bloody Mary's mind.
"Because I don't trust him."
All of a sudden, Kieran paused his steps and answered.
Bloody Mary was stunned, looking at its contractor with a surprised expression.
It couldn't believe that its contractor would answer its question.
Did Kieran view it in a different light?
Unconsciously, Bloody Mary's gaze at Kieran was filled with anticipation.
"I'm not telling you because I view you in a different light, I just don't want the questions in your mind to echo in my heart and affect my thinking.
As for why I don't trust him and still want to meet him, it's because he is different. "
Under Bloody Mary's anticipating gaze, Kieran said coldly and continued walking.
Bloody Mary was stunned on the spot, watching Kieran walk further away. The night breeze blew, and it unconsciously tightened its clothes.
It suddenly felt tired and cold in its heart.
However, soon enough, Bloody Mary was shrouded by new questions.
Different?
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