When Kieran walked down the stairs, Smith, Saya, and the other five girls were already sitting in the lobby of the hotel. When Smith saw Kieran, he stood up and greeted him respectfully.
"Morning, Lord D."
The mixed-blood's voice was still heavy, but under the heavy tone, Kieran noticed a sense of fanaticism.
Kieran didn't care about it.
He knew Smith had misunderstood him, but he couldn't explain himself.
It wasn't just because the more he explained, the more troublesome it would be, it was also because he needed his current identity as a Monster Hunter.
"Morning, Lord D."
Saya and the other five girls stood up as well when Smith stood up, but after Smith greeted them, the six girls followed suit.
No doubt, after going through something they shouldn't have, these kids had become very polite.
"Em."
Kieran nodded at the six girls and sat in his corner out of habit.
Ever since Kieran moved into Stove-grilled Fish, the corner had become his exclusive spot, just like how Lagren liked to stand at the bar counter with his arms crossed.
Little Tom was used to it.
Of course, the thing that Little Tom was used to was Kieran's appetite.
It was at least the appetite of three … no, five men.
Little Tom corrected his estimation when he saw Lagren return with a sack of bread. He then swiftly helped Lagren distribute the breakfast.
Little Tom had his own merits since he was able to become Lagren's worker.
He knew what he should do, but he didn't care about the things that he shouldn't have asked about, such as the black suitcase beside Kieran's feet.
"Here's your breakfast, sir."
Little Tom served bread, milk, salad, and a plate of roast meat on the table in front of Kieran. He didn't understand who would eat roast meat in the morning, but just like how he wouldn't ask what the black suitcase was, he wouldn't care about the customers who ate roast meat in the morning either.
After all, there were all kinds of strange people in the world.
What difference would one more make?
Even if there was a strong smell of blood outside, it was the same.
Little Tom served breakfast to Kieran, while Lagren served breakfast to the six little girls and Smith. Of course, the latter was just along the way.
Lagren was mainly looking after the six little girls.
However, Lagren would never admit it.
"This is the butter, milkshake, and honey I ate last night. Here you are."
"And these ham sandwiches, they're about to expire. The convenience store next door gave them to me, so I'm giving them to you."
While grumbling, Lagren put down the food and headed to the bar counter.
"Thank you."
Saya and the other girls said softly.
"Like I said, it's just convenient."
The inn owner waved his hand impatiently.
But if you stand in front of him, you can see his open mouth, revealing a smile.
Saya and the other five girls were not stupid. In fact, they had become quite sensitive and cautious because of the great changes they had gone through. They could already tell the difference between good and bad. They also remembered that they had not eaten butter, milkshakes, or honey the night before, and there was no convenience store nearby.
The innkeeper was in a rather good mood as breakfast proceeded.
He also brought breakfast for himself and Little Tom.
His share was almost the same as Kieran's.
Little Tom's was a sandwich.
Little Tom's nose was still filled with the lingering bloody stench as he drank his milk and ate his sandwich. When he saw his boss take a big bite out of the roasted meat and the fat was squeezed out, the young man couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
When he unconsciously looked at Kieran, his face turned pale and his stomach started to twitch.
He saw Kieran gobbling down his food.
Usually, when Little Tom saw Kieran in this state, his appetite would be boosted, but now, when he saw Kieran in this state, he felt like he saw a ferocious beast devouring its prey. Plus the bloody stench, Little Tom's mind couldn't help but picture dead bodies.
Then?
A black vicious beast was crawling on top of the dead bodies, feasting on them.
Maybe his imagination was too realistic, too specific.
Little Tom couldn't eat his sandwich anymore. In order to suppress the twitching in his stomach, Little Tom picked up the glass of milk, but he soon realized it was a wrong choice.
When the bloody stench mixed with the milk stench, he felt even more disgusted.
He couldn't stand it anymore.
Ugh!
Covering his mouth, Little Tom dashed out of the inn. Vomiting noises were clearly heard, followed by bumping into others and apologizing.
And …
Vomiting noises got louder.
"Be careful, I just bought a premium steak!"
Mier said as she walked in with a bloody steak. It should be mutton. Most of the blood had been washed away, but there was still some leftover blood left in it.
Mier was holding the steak in one hand and a big bag of seasoning in the other, and when she saw Kieran, her eyes shone.
But she knew it wasn't the time to interrupt, so she said to Lagren, "Lend me the kitchen."
"As you wish."
Lagren shrugged.
Of course, he knew what Mier was trying to do, but he wasn't optimistic about Mier.
How could that bastard be bought over by a meal?
How naive!
Lagren crossed his arms and watched as Mier walked out with a big pot, as if he was watching a show.
She didn't choose to keep it a secret.
Mier started to marinate the steaks in the open.
She sprinkled the seasoning layer by layer according to the ratio.
Then, she slapped and hammered the steak.
She didn't use any utensils or tools, just her bare hands.
Pak, Pak, Pak.
A clear and rhythmic clatter later, the steak was smashed into pieces and Mier didn't stop there. She kept smashing the steak until it was mashed. Then, she wiped her hands and went back to the kitchen. She brought out the flour and started to mix the dough. Egg whites were mixed into the dough one after another.
Soon, when the flour was formed, Mier started to spin the dough.
A few breaths later, the dough that Mier raised above her head and held in her hands became a big flatbread.
Then, she poured the mashed stuffing into the flatbread.
She kneaded the dough and spun it again.
"This is a pie?!"
Lagren was stunned when he saw the flatbread spin again.
It wasn't that he hadn't eaten pie before, but it was the first time he saw such a big one.
Likewise, Mier's way of baking the flatbread was also very special. She didn't use a stove, instead, she used a bonfire and an iron plate.
Supported by four tables, an iron plate the size of a car was set up.
The fat was smeared evenly on the iron plate, and when the fat became brighter as it warmed up, the flatbread was stuck to the iron plate.
Tsss!
The high temperature of the oil made the crust of the flatbread crispy instantly.
However, the spinning didn't stop.
Mier didn't care about the heat at all and started to spin the flatbread with the iron plate as the center.
As time went by, the aroma got heavier.
Everyone in the lobby was captivated by the aroma.
Including Kieran.
After Mier appeared, Kieran split a part of his attention on her. Of course, everything around him was also within his Intuition and Fire Raven's sight.
So, when he saw a convoy appear, he couldn't help but frown.
When he saw the person who walked out of the convoy, his eyes showed disgust.
So, he raised his hand and waved.
"Councilman Morr is here …"
The attendant spoke respectfully to the important figure who came down from the car, but before he could finish, his words stopped abruptly.
The councilman flew up as if he was hit by a truck.
He flew high.
He flew very far.
Then …
Bang!
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