Chapter 144
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The contents of the invitation letter were as follows:
I'm glad that you can understand this invitation letter. It proves that you aren't just here to make up the numbers.
Go to 13th Lankenbelle Street. There's a test waiting for you there.
If you pass, you will become my assistant, and I will pay you a generous reward. If you don't pass … you will leave with regrets.
Remember, you aren't the only one I've invited to be my assistant.
You have a lot of competitors.
Shaman: Nikorei?
Test? Competitors?
Tell them everything in advance so that they can be on guard against each other!
"So nervous before it even starts?"
Kieran was trying to guess Nikorei's intentions.
It was obvious that the so-called 'test' had begun the moment he saw the invitation.
Kieran glanced over the Main Mission [Be a shaman's assistant for three months] and shrugged.
If he couldn't even become Nikorei's assistant, there was no way he could be Nikorei's assistant for three months.
The Main Mission would be considered a failure.
Considering the difficulty of the second dungeon, it shouldn't be too hard.
Kieran was glad that the Special Dungeon's difficulty was set to 'the number of times the player has cleared the dungeon' instead of 'the player's current difficulty'.
If it was the latter, Kieran guessed that the Main Mission might have changed.
It was definitely not the so-called [Three months as the shaman's assistant], but something more specific and related to Nikorei, the shaman.
The difficulty would naturally increase.
However, even if the Main Mission wasn't too hard, Kieran would not be careless.
Kieran had heard too many stories of people failing miserably.
He didn't want to be the main character of the story.
Besides, Kieran would not be satisfied with just completing the Main Mission.
Huu!
After taking a deep breath, Kieran started to size up the two-storey building and its surroundings.
The first thing that caught his eyes were the two tightly sealed doors made up of a sheet of iron.
The black paint on the door had gone through the baptism of time and wind and rain, becoming mottled.
The vermilion rust intertwined with the remaining black paint. It was like a pool of congealed blood clots, causing anyone who saw it to subconsciously avert their gaze.
On the right side of the gate, there was a rusty door plate as well.
13 Lanconbelle Street!
The blurry but still legible handwriting told Kieran that this was the place where he would be 'tested'.
However, Kieran did not enter immediately.
His past experience in Instance Dungeons told him that. Every time they entered a dungeon, there would be some items or people that could help the players.
Perhaps this kind of help would disappear as the dungeon difficulty increased.
However, given the difficulty of the second instance dungeon, it was inevitable.
However, 13th Lanconbelle Street was definitely not the place for the test.
Then …
Kieran looked into the distance.
On the other side of the street, a notice board appeared in Kieran's sight.
Kieran walked towards the notice board.
The notice board before Kieran's eyes was not much different from the notice boards that he knew of.
Except for the electronic ones that had been converted to paper.
"13 Lanconbelle Street Full of Accidents!"
"13 Lanconbelle Street Full of Misfortune!"
"13 Lanconbelle Street Haunted by Ghosts!"
"The Courageous One Who Was Scared Away!"
"Beware! The Ghosts of 13th Lanconbelle Street Have Begun to Devour Human Lives! "
…
The notice board was filled with news about 13th Lanconbelle Street. All of them were newspaper clippings.
There were a total of five articles.
The earliest one was dated E. 7.12 and the latest one was dated E. 8.21.
Among the five articles, the first two were about the owner of the house who moved into 13th Lanconbelle Street and all sorts of accidents happened to him.
From the third article onward, there were special incidents.
The fourth article was about a person who did not believe in ghosts and spirits moved into 13th Lanconbelle Street but was scared away a day later.
And in the fifth report, there was a murder case!
A drunkard had entered 13th Lanconbelle Street by mistake and was found hanging on the iron gate the next day.
Kieran paid attention to the fifth article which was different from the other four.
Unfortunately, other than the fact that the drunkard had been hanged on the gate of 13th Lanconbelle Street, the rest of the articles were just guesses. There was no direct or concrete evidence.
"Solve the problem at hand? As a test? "
Kieran squinted his eyes and looked at the two-story building.
Under the sun, 13th Lanconbelle Street looked extra quiet as it was covered by trees. If it wasn't for the unsightly gate that ruined the atmosphere, it would have been a nice place to hide under the hot sun.
"Hold on!
The gate?! "
Kieran turned around quickly and read the fifth article again. After reading it from the beginning to the end, Kieran strode towards the gate of 13th Lanconbelle Street.
After a while, Kieran raised a brow after a careful reading.
He found something interesting.
But there was one more thing. He still had to verify it.
Without further ado, Kieran strode out of Lanconbelle Street.
…
At night, Kieran returned to 13th Lanconbelle Street.
The quiet street at noon was now completely shrouded in darkness. The street seemed to have lost its function.
It was different from before he had left.
The iron gate of 13th Lanconbelle Street was opened and Kieran could clearly see the lights in the room through the window.
It wasn't electric lights but candlelight.
In the dark night. The little candlelight didn't bring light to the room. Quite the contrary, it made the surroundings even darker.
Especially when the candlelight flickered, the trees were twisting and changing under the light, as if they were demons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
The trees that gave people a refreshing and comfortable feeling in the middle of the day only made people feel fear and a chill in their hearts at this time.
However, Kieran didn't care about it at all.
He went through the gravel corridor between the gate and the gate, went up the stairs and knocked on the door.
Dok, Dok Dok!
The rhythmic knocking on the door spread far and wide under the night sky.
A moment later, heavy footsteps entered Kieran's ears.
Tssk Gak!
Amidst the screeching sound of the hinges and the door frame, the door slowly opened.
A face was faintly discernible under the candlelight.
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