Wallway Street, 13th.
The moment Kieran returned to his room, he placed the baggage on the floor, which was as tall as two grown men, and panted heavily.
It seemed like the bag was heavier than he expected, even with Kieran's almost Advance Rank strength, he couldn't hold it for long.
However, Kieran was happy.
He couldn't hold back the smile on his face.
During the remaining time in [The Wisher], the special dungeon world, after Kieran came up with a complete plan for himself, he didn't forget to 'collect' the necessary 'valuable' items.
With a high enough Reputation and a sufficient amount of Gold, what else was there to say?
The items that kept falling out of the bag was the most direct result.
The only unfortunate thing was, there weren't any real treasures.
Even in Arwena Algor Zelgar's grave, it was the same.
The best items were only Rare rank Magic items, not even close to the Rare rank. However, Kieran didn't mind.
No one would mind getting almost 50 Magic items out of nowhere.
After categorizing the Magic items, Kieran quickly contacted Lawless.
After Lawless' astonishment and envious tone, Kieran handed everything over to him.
Lawless was trustworthy.
So was Fire Raven and Frost Wolf.
Fire Raven, who played the role of a perfect scout in the dungeon, had truly entered into a state of rest.
Frost Wolf also fell into a deep slumber the moment it returned to its room.
However, unlike the Fire Raven, the Frost Wolf was in a slightly sorry state. Not only were there stains on its soft fur, but there were also some scars.
Where did Frost Wolf go?
Battle!
Under the premise of having enough energy for growth, what else could make a person grow faster than fighting?
During [The Wisher]'s free time, Frost Wolf had successfully taken over a hundred kilometers of the forest in the outskirts of Eiders. From the initial common beasts, to the dark beings, monsters, and even vicious beasts, Frost Wolf challenged them all.
The result was obvious.
Frost Wolf didn't just win, it even became the owner of the forest.
On top of that, it even helped Kieran find a small ruin. Almost a quarter of the items in the bag belonged to the Frost Wolf.
Therefore, in Kieran's heart, the scale of using [Frost Heart Remnant] was leaning towards Frost Wolf.
It proved itself with great efforts.
Kieran wouldn't go back on his word.
But before that, he needed to contact the Blacksmith.
: I have a special gem that I need you to appraise.
Blacksmith: In the tavern.
: Wait for me.
…
Kieran had gotten used to Blacksmith's cold and short words, just like how he got used to Lawless's nagging and Starbeck's delicious food.
Of course, no habit could change Kieran's vigilance.
The moment he walked out of the room and got rid of the isolation and protection, Kieran's sharp Intuition allowed him to lock his eyes on the person in the shadow.
The other party walked out naturally.
Pol.
The player that Kieran had met a few times before, the one who confessed that he had something to do with the Witch and wanted to work with Kieran.
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
The other party said.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about."
Kieran shook his head and wanted to walk around the other party.
Kieran would only be vigilant against strangers.
No matter how kind or harmless the other party was, it would be the same.
Bad people would never write that word on their faces.
"I've found a collaborator!
"A partner with sufficient strength!"
Pol didn't stop Kieran, it wasn't a good idea to simply stop a stronger player in the big city.
However, Borl's words started to speed up.
He hoped that Kieran could hear what he said and change his mind.
However, Pol was destined to be disappointed.
Kieran didn't even stop and walked towards the train station further away.
Pol couldn't hold back his bitter smile when he saw Kieran's figure disappear behind the train door.
He had tried his best to overestimate how difficult Kieran was to deal with.
However, the reality was much harder to deal with than he thought.
"Neither force nor persuasion works."
Pol sighed.
He really wanted to change collaborators.
Just like the one he found recently.
Possessing considerable strength and influence, from a certain aspect, he could completely replace part of Kieran's role.
But …
Some things couldn't be replaced.
It could only be Kieran.
The secret that was buried in his heart made Pol sigh helplessly again.
He then opened up his contact list and sent a message to another collaborator.
Soon, the collaborator replied.
When he saw the message, Pol was stunned and frowned, but he didn't reject the suggestion.
After all, he didn't have much time left.
…
There was more than one inn in the big city.
However, the only place that Blacksmith would call an inn was Harvest Inn.
The familiar wooden door of the inn was pushed open and the clamor of the crowd assaulted Kieran's face. Kieran nodded at the acquaintances who raised their glasses before he walked to the bar counter.
The red mantle made Blacksmith very eye-catching.
When Kieran sat beside Blacksmith, Rachel turned around.
"What would you like to drink?"
She asked.
"Not thirsty, thanks."
Kieran waved his hand.
"It's free."
Rachel added.
"Lemonade."
Kieran said right away.
"Stingy bastard."
Rachel grunted in annoyance.
Kieran didn't say anything, as if he acknowledged it.
In the end, it was the truth.
What was there to refute?
The worrisome things had to be cleared up.
"You helped Wu complete the Unique Title Mission?"
Blacksmith asked, also holding a glass of lemonade.
"Em.
Because of some items, I owe her a favor.
So, I helped her complete the Unique Title Mission as a way to return the favor. "
Kieran explained.
"Is that so?
"The version I heard is different."
There was a slight change in Blacksmith's tone.
Even with the system's concealment, Kieran could still feel the gaze and scrutiny.
It was unfamiliar yet familiar.
He had never seen such a gaze before.
However, whenever Wu saw Kieran, she would show a similar gaze, especially when Kieran mentioned Starbeck.
It was a bad feeling.
The worse thing was that it was a rumor.
If even a reclusive player like Blacksmith knew about it, Kieran could imagine how terrifying it must be.
Kieran frowned.
Before Kieran could ask, though, he received a notification from his PM-tab.
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