In a cafe outside Rain City Museum, Kieran met the curator.
"Hello, Mr. 2567.
"I'm Frank Nelson. Due to some matters, I'm sorry to bring forward our meeting."
A well-dressed old man with his white hair combed neatly stood in front of Kieran and extended his right hand politely.
"It's fine."
Kieran shook the old man's hand and invited him to take a seat.
"What do you want to drink?
Shall we follow the interview we discussed before?
Or do you have any new ideas? "
Eckart asked.
"Plain water will be fine.
Everything will go according to what we discussed before. Changing the appointment time is already my fault, if I change anything else, the guilt will keep me awake. "
The old curator joked.
Obviously, this kind of harmless joke quickly pulled the few of them closer to each other. The estranged and estranged atmosphere from before was swept away.
"Waiter, here.
A cup of warm water, a cup of tea, and a cup of coffee. "
Eckart called the waiter and ordered drinks for the curator, Kieran, and himself.
After the drinks were served, Eckart signaled the lighting and cameraman.
The lighting and cameraman quickly took their places. Eckart looked at the old curator, and after the latter agreed, Eckart picked up the microphone.
That's right, Eckart was once again acting as a temporary host.
It wasn't that Rain City TV Station didn't have a suitable host.
In fact, as the 'shaman' became more and more popular, the number of hosts who wanted to host the show was like a school of carps crossing the river.
However, Eckart wouldn't simply give up his show to someone else.
In simple words, among all the hosts, there wasn't anyone who was on his side.
It's enough to make a mistake for something once.
Eckart wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Likewise, in order to act as a temporary host, Eckart also put in a lot of effort to learn.
At least he wasn't stuttering anymore.
"Big fella, I am Eckart. Today, our show has invited the curator of Rain City Museum, Mr. Pol Nelson …"
After a formulaic opening, both of them quickly moved to the topic of the Curseman Vase as they chatted.
Then, Nelson introduced the legendary history of the Curseman Vase to the audience.
Eckart would ask some questions from time to time.
Of course, these questions had been chosen in advance. They wouldn't embarrass the old curator and would satisfy the audience's curiosity.
Under such a premise, the atmosphere was naturally not bad.
However, from the beginning to the end, Kieran did not say a word. Dressed in black, he leaned against the sofa with one hand on the armrest and the other supporting his cheek. He looked like an outsider, a listener, but from the beginning, the camera never left Kieran.
This was Eckart's special request.
He and the old curator were just foils. The real protagonist was Kieran.
Therefore, the lighting and cameraman focused on Kieran.
Because of that, Kieran, who seemed to be casually sitting on the sofa, looked like he had blended into the darkness under the backlight, but his face was still visible. He looked mysterious, but not disgusting at the same time.
After around twenty minutes of recording, Eckart looked at Frank Nelson, who was obviously in low spirits, and raised his hand to signal for him to take a break.
This time, the show wasn't a live broadcast but a recorded one.
In other words, it was a show that was edited and broadcasted, so there weren't any mandatory requirements.
"Do you need a break?"
Eckart asked with concern.
The old curator was old enough to be his grandfather, so he should be respected and taken care of.
"I'm sorry, time is cruel, I can't handle it anymore."
The old curator said with a bitter smile.
"Great, let's take a break for half an hour."
Because the filming was brought forward, the whole process was filled with time. Eckart wasn't a harsh person, so he knew how to arrange his time properly.
"Let's take a break?
This place is more suitable for me. "
Kieran shook his head at Eckart's invitation and closed his eyes.
Eckart shrugged.
Eckart was very satisfied with his collaborator, except for the times when Kieran showed the traits of an apostle.
If Eckart didn't know Kieran didn't have any religion, he would really think Kieran was a devout believer.
But now?
An eccentric guy was the only comment he could make.
Ignoring Eckart's footsteps, Kieran, who seemed to have closed his eyes, started to have doubts in his heart.
He opened his eyes a little and Kieran clearly saw Pol Nelson, who was also resting with his eyes closed.
However, Nelson's eyelids were moving because of the movement of his eyeballs.
It seemed like he was thinking, not resting.
Likewise, Kieran didn't notice that Borl Nelson was tired just now, he was just pretending to be in low spirits.
"Why would he do that?"
Kieran thought in his heart.
Then, he couldn't help but think of the skinny man and the masters who were staring at him with malicious eyes.
Could it be …
A bolder guess popped up in Kieran's heart.
"Curator Nelson, can I ask you a question?"
Kieran suddenly asked.
"What question?
"Also, just call me Borl."
Of course, if your rules require you to call me by my surname, then follow them. It's my first time dealing with a shaman, so I don't know what to do. "
The curator opened his eyes and smiled at Kieran.
"Pol, shamans are no different from normal people.
Other than some special talents, there's nothing to be concerned about. "
Kieran said in a casual tone, but his hand on the sofa subtly signaled Eckart.
When Kieran spoke, Eckart, who was relaxing on the side, was captivated. When he saw Kieran's gesture, Eckart rejected the rather good-looking waiter's suggestion to continue the conversation and went to the side to make a phone call. He also signaled the lighting and camera crew to start working.
Lyn Amie, who was beside Kieran, picked up a notebook and wrote something down, showing it to Pol Nelson.
'Don't worry, it's just for the Easter egg later on.'
'Just answer whatever you want.'
…
After reading the words on the notebook, Borl Nelson, who was slightly astonished, immediately returned to his normal state.
"If a shaman isn't something to be concerned about, then there's nothing to be concerned about.
2567, you don't know how famous you are now, a lot of people around me are talking about you.
If you asked me to swap places with you, I wouldn't hesitate. "
Borl Nelson said in a joking tone.
"Is that so?
But if it were me, I wouldn't do it.
"Because it will make you see things that you don't want to see."
Darkness will surround you like the air.
It suffocates you, makes you despair, and at the same time, it's mocking you.
"They became them."
"Passion has turned into coldness."
It's like … "
"The Curseman Vase!"
Kieran took in a deep breath and slowly turned around. His eyes looked through the window at the museum, which was getting colder under the setting sun.
He seemed to be staring at something.
Everyone's gaze was captivated.
They followed Kieran's gaze and looked in a certain direction.
Other than the museum, there was nothing else.
However, Kieran was too focused, to the point that it felt like he was really observing something. Under his focused gaze, the people around him started to believe that Kieran saw something that they couldn't.
After all, Kieran was a shaman.
Then …
The hoarse, heavy voice sounded.
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