He opened the PM tab.
Starbeck: I made a new dish, want to try it?
: Sure, wait for me.
…
After a simple reply, Kieran looked up at Blacksmith, the words that were at the tip of his mouth vanished without a trace.
Should he ask again?
No need to.
It was just some rumors, even if it spread to an unimaginably terrifying level, so what?
Those who believed him would still believe him.
If they didn't believe him, why would they explain so much?
Blacksmith knew and asked him.
It meant Blacksmith didn't believe him and was seeking answers from him.
Since Blacksmith knew, Starbeck knew as well.
However, Starbeck didn't even ask.
It was simple, Starbeck didn't believe him.
Lawless didn't ask either.
Lawless didn't either.
That was enough.
"I need you to appraise it for me."
Kieran then showed the picture of [Frost Heart Remnant] to Blacksmith.
Kieran didn't ask and it surprised Blacksmith.
In Blacksmith's mind, although Kieran didn't care about most things, when it concerned her, even if he didn't show it on the surface, he still cared.
It wasn't a fake.
It was just human instinct.
Blacksmith was no exception.
Similar to the next moment, Blacksmith's eyes were captivated by [Frost Heart Remnant]'s attributes.
"III?"
Blacksmith lowered her voice but still couldn't hide her astonishment.
Blacksmith, who was already close to the high ranker circle, knew what the gemstone represented.
She looked at Kieran, her eyes showing traces of astonishment.
Was Kieran powerful?
Very powerful!
As one of Kieran's best friends, Kieran didn't hide much in front of Blacksmith but Blacksmith never thought Kieran's strength had already reached the peak of the high ranker circle!
As a jeweler, Blacksmith had quite the understanding of the rules of gemstone's appearance.
A rank III gemstone corresponded to a character that was at least a rank III + or higher.
In simple words, only a character that was close to rank IV or higher could own a rank III gemstone.
And among the high rankers, what did rank IV represent?
The strongest!
The strongest she knew!
"Have you reached this level?"
Blacksmith took a deep breath and muttered to herself.
"What?"
Kieran raised his eyebrows.
It wasn't that he didn't hear it, but that he didn't understand it.
"It's nothing."
"With my current strength, I am temporarily unable to appraise this gem. You will need to wait for some time."
Blacksmith didn't expect Kieran to understand her words, so she didn't explain.
Some things didn't need to be explained.
Just do it.
"How long?"
Kieran asked.
"Very soon!"
Blacksmith said as she stood up and left, just like she always did after every conversation.
Kieran stared at Blacksmith's back until she was out of sight. Kieran then picked up the glass of lemon water and drank it slowly.
Even if it was free, it couldn't be wasted.
However, this made the disdain in Rachel's eyes even more intense.
"Do you know that a guy like you wouldn't have survived the second day in the organization I was in?"
Rachel said.
"So, it was destroyed."
"A toast to Lawless."
Kieran raised his glass in a toast.
"I'm wrong, if you had joined the organization I was in, you would have been killed on the first day."
Rachel said in an upset tone. Her hands weren't slow either, bottle after bottle of liquor was taken out from the wine cabinet and a special liquor was brewed.
Although it wasn't the first time he saw it, Kieran was still captivated by her dazzling techniques.
It was messy yet elegant.
It was even a little pleasing to the eyes.
Compared to the techniques he once saw when he worked in the bar, the techniques that amazed him could really be thrown into the trash can.
Then …
He saw two vials of potions were quietly mixed into the mix.
"This is?"
Kieran raised a brow.
"Lawless's specialty."
Rachel said as she mixed the two vials of potions into the mix in a much more meticulous way than before.
The alcohol completely overpowered the medicinal smell.
The effects of the potions weren't destroyed either.
Quite the opposite, the two almost complemented each other.
Through his sense of smell, Kieran's [Mystical Knowledge] and [Potionology] quickly identified the potions.
However, Kieran was more concerned about another point.
"He doesn't want to take his potions?"
Kieran asked.
"He doesn't want to take his potions?
If only he doesn't want to take his potions, he doesn't think he's sick at all. "
Rachel sighed.
"Didn't you say you have a way?"
Kieran frowned.
"Isn't that the case?"
Rachel pointed at the bottle.
"There isn't a thorough one?"
Kieran's frown deepened.
"There is.
But it needs time. "
Rachel nodded.
"Does he have that much time to wait?"
Kieran asked after some hesitation.
"Although there are some problems here that slightly affected his memory, it's still enough."
Rachel pointed at her temple.
"This is enough?"
Kieran's tone was heavy.
The result wasn't satisfying at all.
"This is the best we can do."
Rachel passed the glass to Kieran, the meaning was obvious.
"Let me know if you need any help."
Kieran stood up with a glass of wine in his hand. As he walked towards Lawless, he paused for a moment and said, "You're right.
"Of course.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Rachel smiled as she crossed her arms. When she saw Kieran pass the glass to Lawless and Kieran put his arm around Kieran's shoulder and laughed, her smile got brighter.
She muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear.
"Rank III gemstone eh?
"What a surprise!"
I need to work harder as well, otherwise if I get overtaken … it'll be embarrassing. "
…
After rejecting Lawless's request for more drinks, Kieran left Harvest Inn.
Starbeck was still waiting for him.
He was looking forward to Starbeck's new dish.
However, when he walked to the bus stop, he saw a rare person standing beside the license plate.
The big city was extremely spacious, even with more players swarming in, it didn't change the situation immediately. Other than a few places, it was rare to see people squeezing on the bus.
Outside Harvest Inn, because of the gathering of lone wolves, there were a lot of people waiting for the bus or getting off, but most of them were familiar faces.
However, the person before him was a complete stranger, someone that Kieran had never seen before.
And …
The person was a high-ranker.
A person that far surpassed the common high-rankers.
His hands were in his pockets, the scarlet red wind coat fluttering along with the wind, revealing a pair of dark pants and boots.
Kieran sized up the person and the person was also sizing up Kieran.
Suddenly, a light laugh came from the person's mouth.
"Flaming Devil?
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