Kieran ignored the gazes around him and continued to examine the vault carefully.
Ordinary people could not do it.
Even if they were not ordinary people, they could not do it.
If it was in other dungeon worlds, Kieran would not be so sure. But in this dungeon world, he was quite sure.
Whether it was the background information of the system or the books he had read these few days, they all stated that the 'mystical side' had long been a remnant of the world.
As for the so-called 'mystical side' hiding behind the scenes and manipulating reality?
If that was the case, a famous' shaman 'like him would have long been visited by related people instead of being so free and unfettered.
As long as the 'mystical side' had the slightest 'ability', they would not be so well-behaved. There would definitely be a corresponding organization.
After all, those who were willing to live a simple life were in the minority.
Most of the people would choose to be the best of the best.
It was also because of the endless decline of the 'mystical side' that the New Federation, which had once single-handedly destroyed the 'mystical side', had also regarded it as some kind of legend.
Of course, Kieran was also sure of one thing: In the beginning, the New Federation must have had organizations and corresponding information that specifically targeted the 'mystical side'.
But that was only in the beginning.
For humans in peaceful times, the average lifespan was only about 70 years. A thousand years was too long, so long that it was enough for them to forget any facts.
Zhan Luan sped up the process.
No matter how well-preserved an organization and information was, once it was affected by war, it would not end well.
And according to what Kieran knew, in the thousand years since the New Federation was founded, there had been no less than ten wars, big or small, that were known to the people.
It was almost once in a hundred years.
And the wars that were unknown to the people?
Kieran believed that there would be more.
So, what was happening before him was definitely not the work of the 'mystical side'.
It must be ordinary people.
It was just that they had used some methods that ordinary people could not discover.
It was just to make it look like the methods of the 'mystical side'.
And very soon, Kieran found some traces.
In the corner of the vault, he found a small grain of gold powder.
It was very small, like dust. If he did not have the extreme vision of an ordinary person and was extremely sensitive to gold, he might have missed this point.
Lifting his hand, Kieran picked up the gold powder stealthily and looked at the trolley again.
There, he found two more grains of gold dust.
"Could it be …"
Suddenly, a bold guess appeared in Kieran's mind.
He abruptly turned around and strode out of the vault.
Standing in the corridor, Kieran looked at the end of the corridor.
"Is there an office there?"
Kieran asked.
"Yes, that's the curator's office."
The museum commissioner immediately nodded and answered.
"I see."
Kieran muttered to himself.
"2567, do you know what happened?"
Riton Lystie, who had been watching Kieran, walked over.
After the vault was opened, Kieran scanned the surroundings, hoping to find something, but it was to no avail. It was at that moment that Kieran found something.
This surprised Riton Lystie and filled him with curiosity at the same time.
"Yes."
"I have some clues."
"However, I still need further proof."
Kieran then looked at Lyn Amie.
Lyn Amie quickly took out a thermos flask containing Kieran's special drink from his backpack.
Then, everyone saw Kieran's face turn pale, his body drenched in sweat, and he panted heavily.
The clueless crowd looked at each other in confusion.
Only Lyn Amie and Eckart, who knew a little, stood beside Kieran with a worried face, afraid that Kieran would fall to the ground.
In fact, after experiencing this kind of stamina exhaustion and even overexertion, Kieran had gotten used to it.
Even during the first time, Kieran was able to control his appearance.
He wouldn't be panting and sweating like he was now.
So, he was putting on an act.
He was putting on an act for everyone to see.
Likewise, he wouldn't explain anything to them.
Any explanation would be redundant.
Kieran knew the answer he gave himself was the most convincing.
"I'm fine."
Kieran waved at Lyn Amie and Eckart with a tired face. He then opened the thermos flask and drank it in big gulps.
The rich cocoa smell filled the corridor.
Lin An couldn't help but twitch his nose, his gaze at Kieran changed again.
But it wasn't sudden.
Everyone's gaze at Kieran changed.
Kieran's stamina exhaustion was obvious.
However, Kieran stood on the spot without moving.
Then …
What consumed Kieran so much stamina?
Communicating with the dead!
The thought popped up in everyone's mind.
Then, they subconsciously looked around and shivered at the same time. It was as if an invisible hand had just touched their bodies.
The loathing of death made everyone want to leave this place involuntarily.
Even Eckart, who had the most contact with Kieran, was no exception.
Only Lyn Amie, who was a little careless, didn't notice anything unusual.
"Mr. Lystie, can I talk to you alone?"
"It's related to the Curseman Vase."
Kieran said.
"Of course!
Let's talk outside, I think there's a 24-hour coffee shop across the street. "
Riton Lystie said eagerly.
However, due to the training she had received since she was young, she had to wait for Kieran to take the first step before following his lead.
Kieran's stamina was almost depleted, so it was natural that his steps were slow.
Looking at how Kieran walked as if he was moving, if it wasn't for the etiquette, Riton Lystie really wanted to help him walk.
Likewise, Riton Lystie was certain that Kieran did consume a lot of stamina, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a state.
As for the disguise?
Riton Lystie believed he wouldn't make a mistake under such a close distance.
More than 10 minutes later, the group entered the coffee shop.
Kieran was almost able to walk like a normal person, but he still put on a disguise. After sitting on the sofa, Kieran said, "Give me all the desserts you have."
He had tasted the pastries here before.
They weren't outstanding, but at least they were diligent.
"Yes, sir."
The waiter looked at Kieran and the others, but he didn't say anything.
Aside from Eckart, the big customer who booked their coffee shop for a day, Kieran himself was enough to convince the waiter.
Following the morning news, Kieran's fame rose further.
As the desserts were placed on the table one by one, everyone except Riton Lystie left the table and sat further away.
"Mr. Lystie, other than you, who else in your family has access to the Curseman Vase?"
Kieran asked as he picked up a piece of brownie cake and put it in his mouth.
"You are saying?"
Riton Lystie was stunned for a while before reacting to the situation.
As the first heir of a big family, Riton Lystie wasn't an idiot.
Even an idiot couldn't become the first heir of the Lystie family.
"Em.
Just like what you guessed, it's … be careful. "
Kieran nodded and continued.
However, before he finished, Kieran's face turned sour. He grabbed Riton Lystie and both of them rolled behind the sofa.
A moment later —
Dak Dak Dak!
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