J. Pearlman didn't answer right away at Kieran's question, instead, he went into deep thought for a while, as if he was suppressing something.
2 to 3 seconds later, he messaged Kieran.
J. Pearlman: We are being hunted.
: Hunted?
: Freedom Alliance?
…
Kieran's gaze paused on the word 'hunted' for a while. To confirm, he replied with a question. This time, J. Pearlman didn't hesitate, nodding right away and explaining in detail.
J. Pearlman: Around a week ago, some of our members started to die in Freedom Alliance.
J. Pearlman: At first, we didn't pay much attention. After all, high-rankers' death rate in the dungeon world was low, but it wasn't zero. But soon enough, we realized something was wrong: our comrades who died weren't in the dungeon world!
J. Pearlman: One of our comrades had just finished the dungeon and sent us a celebratory invitation, then … he was killed on the way to the Freedom Alliance headquarters.
J. Perelman: It was only then that we found out that three official members had died in just one week. We were also sure that someone was targeting the Freedom Alliance.
…
As he described the situation to Kieran, the seriousness in J. Pearlman's eyes became more obvious.
"Tell me everything.
Including the countermeasures you guys took after that. "
Kieran said softly.
Although Freedom Alliance was a loose organization, Kieran believed no organization would ignore their own members being killed.
Not to mention an organization like the Freedom Alliance, which only had around 10 official members.
"Em."
J. Pearlman nodded and continued to message Kieran.
J. Pearlman: When we realized something was wrong, we set up a trap to capture that person, but unfortunately, that person seemed to have noticed it and didn't fall for it. On top of that, as if he was provoking us, when we lost our patience, that person appeared again and killed one of our members, leaving a note behind.
…
J. Perelman, who mentioned the note, proposed a trade and showed it to Kieran.
It was a very ordinary piece of paper, probably torn from a notebook. On it was clearly written with a pen: The fourth one.
J. Perelman: We're angry, but more than that, we're terrified. That guy clearly has no intention of stopping.
J. Perelman: That's because our comrade has always been known to defend among us. Because of this, he volunteered to be the bait. But from the time he was killed to the time we appeared, it was less than a minute. More importantly, there were no traces left at the scene.
J. Perelman: We determined that the bastard's strength had exceeded our capabilities, so I was sent out to search for reinforcements. Among the people I know, other than you, Sir 2567, there is no one more suitable than you.
…
No traces were left behind?
Kieran raised his eyebrows.
Wherever one walks, there will be traces!
He had always believed in this sentence.
He didn't discover it. He just didn't see it.
After pondering for a moment and making some guesses related to himself, Kieran spoke.
"Sure, I'm willing to help you."
Kieran said.
"Really?"
"Thank you so much!"
J. Perelman said in surprise.
"But the conditions …"
"If this matter conflicts with you or the people you care about, we will give up."
Before Kieran could finish, J. Pearlman took the initiative to speak.
"There are rewards too."
Kieran would never forget what he deserved.
"[Siegel Iron Hammer] is one of the rewards.
After that, you can also get a piece of Advanced Rank equipment. "
J. Perelman said immediately.
"Advance Rank? Not enough!
At least rank III, and I have to specify the type. "
Kieran shook his head.
Kieran always did things according to the rules when it came to trading.
Moreover, the person in front of him wasn't someone he recognized as a friend. Kieran knew what he should do in his heart.
Of course, Kieran didn't ask for an exorbitant price.
He had come up with the conditions based on the information he had heard and his own analysis.
Given Freedom Alliance's strength, gathering a rank III item wasn't easy, but it wasn't impossible.
As for rank IV?
Kieran shook his head.
He didn't think Freedom Alliance had the strength to do so.
If they did, he would have mentioned it.
Everything was as Kieran expected.
"T-This …"
"I need to ask Amelia."
J. Perelman obviously wasn't a qualified negotiator. The moment he spoke, he revealed the most important information: Freedom Alliance had rank III items.
"Sure."
Kieran nodded.
Then, under Kieran's gaze, J. Perelman contacted Amelia.
Amelia was a rather famous player among the high-rankers. Other than his own Advance Rank strength, it was also because he built Freedom Alliance.
An organization that was in between a lone wolf and a guild.
Players who couldn't travel alone and didn't want to join a guild because they were bound by too many restrictions were more than willing to join an organization that could help them and wouldn't be bound by harsh restrictions.
Plus, Amelia's strength wasn't weak, so the attraction was even bigger.
But …
The flaw was obvious: it lacked a core member!
Amelia wasn't a core member, at most similar to J. Perelman, a contact person.
It might not be obvious during normal times, but when there was real trouble, the danger would show itself.
Just like now.
Kieran was sure the official players of Freedom Alliance were mostly doing their job when they were being hunted out of the blue.
So Amelia was forced to ask for reinforcements.
Otherwise, if a bunch of high-rankers gathered together and worked together, it would be enough to scare anyone away.
Around 5 minutes later, J. Perelman looked up and said, "Rank III is fine, but the type can't be specified."
"Then add another rank I item that doesn't have a specified type."
Kieran said without hesitation.
"T-This …"
"I'll ask again."
J. Perelman said in a difficult tone.
However, this time, the question was quick. A few seconds later, J. Perelman looked up and gave a definite answer.
"Okay.
But we need to sign a contract first. "
J. Perelman smiled bitterly.
"The contract states that [Siegel Iron Hammer] is the down payment."
Kieran said.
"Of course."
J. Perelman quickly drafted the contract, and after Kieran made sure there was no mistake, both of their names were signed.
When the contract was signed, J. Perelman obviously heaved a breath of relief.
"When do we start?"
J. Perelman asked.
"Hold on!
I'll be right back! "
Kieran stood up and walked to the living room.
The earlier he completed the things that could increase his strength, the better it would be for Kieran.
"Be careful."
Rachel reminded Kieran softly when she brushed past Rachel.
"Hope it's what you think.
After all, I've been waiting for a long time! "
Kieran smiled and replied in the same soft voice. Kieran then hastened his steps.
Looking at the direction where Kieran went, Rachel couldn't help but sigh for Kieran's enemy.
A powerful enemy wasn't scary.
What was scary was that this powerful enemy was vigilant, calm, and … petty.
"Have a good day."
Rachel picked up the empty glass on the bar counter and raised it. Then, she thought of something and raised her glass at J. Pearlman.
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