Mier looked at Kieran's action in astonishment.
Monster Hunters didn't care whether they came into contact with the dead or not, but they would never lack etiquette towards the dead. It was rare for Kieran to act so directly.
Unless …
Mier's mind unconsciously formed some guesses.
However, before she could ask Kieran, her eyes were captivated by the paper bag Kieran took from under the tombstone.
Mier quickly made her move.
"Can I …"
"No."
"Can you tell me …"
"No."
"Do you dare to …"
"I don't dare."
"Listen first …"
"No."
"Do you want to eat …"
"Yes."
"…"
Mier didn't give up after the initial setback. She was quick-witted and quickly thought of the 'pleasant meeting' she had with Kieran during lunch.
Mier quickly changed her strategy.
Her sudden change allowed Mier to receive the answer she was looking forward to.
However, Mier wasn't happy about it.
It wasn't that she hated food.
It was just that when food and herself were placed on the scale, Mier hoped that the scale would lean towards her.
It was human nature.
However, reality was just so annoying. It kept reminding everyone how cruel it was.
Fortunately, the female advisor was smart enough not to ask which was more important, me or the food.
She knew what the answer would be.
When she suggested going to a special restaurant, Kieran didn't object, instead, his eyes shone. It indirectly proved her point.
With Mier accompanying him, Kieran walked out of the gate of the graveyard.
The gatekeeper looked at Kieran in surprise, but because of Mier's identity, he didn't ask anything.
Just like what Mier said, her identity was very useful in certain situations.
But there were also times when it didn't work.
For example, after crossing a few streets and entering a restaurant in an alleyway, the restaurant that didn't even have a signboard rejected Mier and Kieran from entering.
The reason was that there were still 10 minutes before the restaurant opened.
"10 minutes?
I can wait. "
After Kieran said that, he stood in front of the restaurant and queued up.
Such an amiable and approachable attitude stunned Mier.
The consultant sized up Kieran from head to toe. If she hadn't confirmed that this was Kieran and that he hadn't been replaced along the way, she would have thought that he had been replaced.
No, no, it was someone else.
When it came to food, it had already been replaced by another person.
One must know that Demon Hunters hated rules the most.
Now, Kieran was abiding by the rules.
However …
However, she did not dislike such a Demon Hunter.
Compared to the rumored Demon Hunter, the Kieran before her eyes was more real and likable.
Smelling the faint aroma from the restaurant, Mier couldn't help but hum a tune and waited in a joyful mood.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
When the restaurant opened its door and put up a little blackboard with some dishes and a welcome message, Kieran walked in.
Unlike the restaurants in the center of the city with big windows, this restaurant deep in the alleyway didn't just have no windows, even the door was made of solid wood.
In simple words, one couldn't see what was going on inside from the outside.
Only by walking into the restaurant could one see that there were only two tables in the restaurant, which needed lighting to illuminate the place.
Following the waiter's instructions, Kieran and Mier walked to one of the tables. Kieran glanced over the hanging light bulb and waited patiently.
Mier had told him that the customers couldn't order, so the boss would provide the food for the day.
The food for the day was written on the little blackboard.
Soon, the food was served one by one and placed on the table.
Mier eagerly opened her plate, picked up the black pepper and sprinkled it on the lamb chops, pushing the egg salad aside.
It wasn't that she didn't want to eat.
It was just that the order was different.
After wolfing down the food for a while, Mier looked up to the roasted sausage beside her and realized Kieran had already finished his.
"Can I have two more?"
Kieran asked the waiter.
"Sure."
The waiter hesitated for a while before nodding.
Soon, another plate of food was served.
When the lid was removed, a rich aroma filled the whole restaurant. Mier couldn't help but take a deep breath when she caught a whiff of the aroma.
Then, a faint dizziness struck her all of a sudden.
Mier's body wobbled, she had to use her hand to hold the table to prevent herself from falling. When she wanted to warn Kieran, she realized her tongue was numb and she couldn't utter a word.
Mier, who couldn't speak, tried her best to support her body and saw Kieran pick up his fork and knife again. Her heart was very anxious.
She kept signaling Kieran with her eyes.
However, it seemed like Kieran was captivated by the food in front of him and didn't even care about her gaze.
One plate.
Two plates.
Three plates.
When the waiter who served the dishes was sweating profusely, Kieran put down his fork and knife.
Kieran squinted his eyes in satisfaction as if he was enjoying the aftertaste of satiation.
The waiter's forehead was covered in more sweat. Kieran acted like he didn't feel anything, he stretched his body and looked at the waiter with a smile, asking slowly, "Did you cook the food just now?"
"Yes."
After the affirmative answer, the waiter slowly stepped back.
"Not bad."
Kieran nodded and stood up from his chair.
The waiter, who was slowly stepping back, hastened his steps. He didn't turn his body around, he faced Kieran and retreated like an arrow.
However, at the next moment, Kieran vanished from the waiter's sight.
Then, the waiter felt a sharp pain on his neck and blacked out.
Grabbing the unconscious waiter, Kieran returned to the table and placed the waiter at his feet. Kieran took out the paper bag and started to read it.
Seconds turned into minutes.
During this time, Mier felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She didn't notice anything wrong with the waiter.
One needed to know that she was famous for her meticulous observation in the Spec Ops.
An unknown sense of shame rose from the bottom of her heart and her face started to blush. She didn't want Kieran to see her like that.
She really wanted to stomp on the waiter and disappear on the spot.
Unfortunately, the anesthetic lasted longer than he had imagined.
Half an hour later, Mier felt the numbness slowly fade away. She still couldn't move her body, but her tongue felt a little better.
"When did you notice?"
Mier asked in order to divert the awkwardness.
"At first."
Kieran didn't even look up from his reading.
"At first?
Then why didn't you remind me? "
Mier was stunned for a while before she asked again, her tone sounding a little resentful.
"I did remind you, don't follow me."
Kieran said calmly.
"So you are telling me that this is the consequence of following you?"
Mier's tone was raised a notch.
Kieran raised his head and looked at the indignant young consultant girl. He slowly put the documents back into the leather bag and stood up from the chair. He picked up his captive and walked out while saying, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you.
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