Lagren walked in from the courtyard behind the inn with a bag of charcoal in his hand.
Although it was a little chilly at night, it was still far from the time to start the boiler. However, when Lagren thought about the poor sleep of Saya and the other girls, he thought he should warm up the room even though he knew it wasn't the temperature that caused the girls insomnia.
But at least a warm environment would help them sleep better, wouldn't it?
The boiler was lit up, the crushed charcoal was poured into it bit by bit. Feeling the heat, Lagren didn't even wash his hands, he took a beer mug and filled it with beer.
Gulp, Gulp.
Gulp sounds echoed in the spacious lobby of the inn, but it couldn't cover the noises outside the Stove-grilled Fish.
The explosion from before left the Spec Ops members in a terrible state, and the common police dared not even show up at this time, so the few Spec Ops members were left to carry out the rescue.
"So troublesome."
Thinking about what happened to the pitiful souls, Lagren went to the kitchen and lit up the stove, placing fish and bread on it.
When the unique aroma of grilled fish and baked bread wafted out of the inn, Lagren carried the food out of the inn and headed towards the explosion site.
Soon, Lagren saw Mier in the crowd.
"I'll leave it to you."
Said Lagren.
"Okay."
Mier replied without even looking up as she was busy saving the civilians.
Although she really wanted to search for Kieran, she didn't forget her duty.
Lagren glanced over the scene, pausing at the bodies covered in white cloth for a while before he went back the way he came.
At that moment, there was one more person in the lobby of Stove-grilled Fish.
It was Smith.
Smith stood in front of the bar counter with a solemn expression. He saw Lagren walk into the bar counter before he spoke.
"I want to join the Demon Hunters."
Said Smith.
Lagren raised a brow at Smith but didn't answer. Instead, he slowly took out a cigarette, lit it up, and asked Smith, "Do you smoke?"
"No, thank you.
I want to join the Demon Hunters. "
Smith repeated after thanking Lagren.
"Do you know what a Demon Hunter is?"
The inn owner asked as he exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
Smith shook his head honestly. After some thought, he said, "Fight the monsters and protect the civilians."
"Yes."
"But it is not comprehensive."
"So, you failed the interview."
Lagren spat out another puff of smoke and rejected Smith right away. He then signaled Smith to go upstairs.
"Being strong doesn't mean you can become a Demon Hunter."
"Demon hunters need to bear more than just the 'honor' that you think … Sorry, I was wrong. How can a demon hunter have honor?"
"They are all a bunch of fools," Ye Zichen said.
"Hurry up and check on Saya and the others."
"They won't be able to sleep if you don't go back."
The inn owner turned around and returned to his room.
Smith's face showed hesitation and struggle in front of the empty bar counter.
In the end, when he was considering whether to knock on the door or go back upstairs to take care of Saya, Smith chose the latter.
After all, his original goal was to take care of Saya.
It did not conflict with being a Demon Hunter.
Of course, Smith wouldn't put the cart before the horse.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tssk Gak.
The footsteps and the old stairs produced a unique sound. After the footsteps faded away, Lagren walked out of the room again.
"Damn it, every one of them is so worrisome."
"But …"
"How did he become so strong?"
Lagren muttered to himself, his expression turning heavy uncontrollably.
He knew a lot of ways to suddenly become stronger, but without exception, every single one of them had extremely severe side effects. Some even had to pay with their lives.
He didn't want anything to happen to Smith in times like this.
Otherwise, what would happen to Saya and the other girls?
Even though the Demon Hunters had related adoption agencies, if it wasn't the last resort, Lagren wouldn't have contacted them.
There was no free lunch in the world.
Once you get something, you have to pay for it.
The Demon Hunter organization was no exception.
Adopting orphans. The outstanding ones would become Demon Hunters and the less outstanding ones would become affiliated members of the organization, serving the Demon Hunters.
Of course, when the orphans reached a certain age, there would be a rather complete pension system.
But …
Basically, no one could achieve that.
Being a Demon Hunter was synonymous with trouble.
It wasn't just for outsiders, it was also for their own people.
"Trouble!
This is so troublesome! "
Lagren grumbled and poured himself another glass of beer. He then looked at the shadow beside the bar counter.
Kieran walked out without any disguise.
"Did you set fire to the House of K's lair?"
Lagren asked.
"Em."
Kieran nodded.
"It's the same style."
Still denying it. "
The inn owner mumbled in a low voice and asked, "Do you need any food? I don't have roasted fish and bread, but I do have sausages. "
Kieran, who had a full meal, was slightly hesitant.
In the end, he nodded.
"Okay."
Soon, Lagren came out with sausages and egg drop soup.
Kieran still chose the table in the corner.
Lagren didn't put down his plate because he knew once he did, he wouldn't have the chance to ask anymore questions.
If he wanted to ask, he had to do it now.
"Smith wants to become a Demon Hunter."
"Em.
He was influenced by you? "
"Em."
"Which means you know why he suddenly became stronger?"
"Em."
"No side effects right?"
"Em."
Between the questions and answers, Kieran's attention was completely captivated by the sausages.
After getting the answer he wanted, Lagren put down his plate right away.
The sausages were big and after being roasted over charcoal, the skin popping off. Beside the sausage was some dipping sauce and a little wasabi lemon salad dressing.
The Egg Drop Soup was very simple. It was brewed with boiling water and sugar.
Kieran's eating speed was as fast as usual.
Three sausages, dipping sauce, and egg drop soup were swiftly devoured.
Then, Kieran placed something on the plate and passed it to Lagren.
"You've paid for your meal."
Lagren said.
"So, this isn't for you.
Put it in Saya and the others' room, it's good for their sleep. "
Kieran then turned around and went upstairs.
As for the burning boiler further away?
Kieran didn't even need to check, he noticed the temperature change the moment he got close to the hotel, so he could easily guess what caused the temperature to rise.
"What an awkward fella."
Lagren grumbled as he picked up the thing on the plate, thinking about how to give it to Saya and the other girls.
As for the value of the thing as a Magic item?
Whether it was Kieran or Lagren, neither of them thought that much.
Although Kieran still felt a little heartache.
The night went further away as the morning sun rose.
Life returned to Eiders.
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