Starbeck: 2567, my dish is still missing a main ingredient, I want to go to Ro Street and there's a food festival going on there, do you want to come?
: Where are you?
Starbeck: I'm at the corner of Ro Street middle.
: Wait for me
Starbeck: Okay.
…
Middle of Ro Street. Starbeck was slowly walking forward when he saw the affirmative reply from his PM tab. He couldn't help but hum a little tune happily.
It was a tune Kieran used to hum.
Starbeck noted it down.
The rhythm wasn't fast but it was soothing.
It could make one relax unconsciously.
It was very suitable for this moment.
"Sigh, I failed again.
As expected, it's not that easy to change the recipe … "
"But if I don't change it and the ingredients are too lousy, it won't be of much help to 2567."
"It would be great if I could enter that 'Food in the Name' dungeon world."
Too bad I'm too cowardly. "
Starbeck was humming the tune he heard from Kieran, trying his best to relax himself but he couldn't help but think about the research and development of that dish.
He failed three times in a row.
This was something that Starbeck had never experienced before.
If Starbeck failed in other aspects, it wouldn't be surprising, but when it came to cooking, it was rare.
It wasn't just his talent, it was his confidence as well.
It was more like he had it at his fingertips.
Starbeck's control over food was as if he was born with a clear understanding of everything. It wasn't just his talent [Nimble Heart Hands] but something deeper.
He had it all when he was born.
Just like the wealth that could rival a country.
Starbeck was used to it.
Until he met 2567.
At first, he didn't care about the talent but it turned into gratitude because he never realized how important the talent was to him.
He wanted to help 2567.
Just like how 2567 helped him many times.
Every time he stood beside 2567, the feeling of safety, comfort, no nervousness, no fear … was great.
He didn't want to let go.
He wanted to stay beside 2567 forever.
However, in this city where he didn't know if it was real or fake, there were too many dangers lurking around.
2567 was strong.
Starbeck knew it.
However, Starbeck knew 2567 was involved in too many troubles and the slightest misstep would lead to eternal damnation.
Especially those troublesome opponents that he would have to face, Starbeck knew it very well.
At the thought of 2567 disappearing from this place one day.
Fear that Starbeck never felt rose from the bottom of his heart.
It was the first time Starbeck felt fear that threatened to swallow him whole.
Starbeck was a coward.
He knew it himself.
Therefore, in front of strangers, he was used to pretending.
Not only because of the awkwardness, but also because of his identity — having what ordinary people didn't have, he naturally had to endure what ordinary people couldn't.
However, Starbeck was able to tell the difference in the fear.
He could accept other fears.
But, this … won't do!
So, after the initial panic, Starbeck came up with his own plan. He knew his weaknesses, he wouldn't be of any help in the battle but he also knew his strengths, he would use what he was good at to help 2567!
2567 wasn't strong enough to deal with those troubles.
Then he would make 2567 stronger!
Just like that woman!
She could do it.
He could also do it for 2567.
Dok, Dok, Dok.
The melody continued, Starbeck knocked on the door.
Unlike the anxiety he felt when facing strangers, Starbeck was extremely calm this time, even his aura was different.
It wasn't his strength but his mentality.
And …
Confidence!
Starbeck knew how to utilize his advantages.
The only similarity was that the melody didn't change.
Tssk Gak!
The door opened.
When the player who opened the door saw Starbeck, his pupils shrunk.
The other party clearly sensed that aura.
It was as if the person standing before him wasn't a common player but a king patrolling his hunting grounds. Not only was he high and mighty, he had the power to decide life and death.
It wasn't strength!
But it felt like strength!
It was strange but it pressured the player!
The unusual sense of fear made the player shake his head.
'Illusion!
It's all an illusion! '
The player told himself before he went straight to the point.
"What you want, we have prepared."
The player then passed a pouch to Starbeck.
There were layers upon layers of sealing techniques on the cloth bag, but even so, there were still traces of power leaking out. It was not evil, chaotic, or bright, but a sense of tenacity, a tenacity that was filled with life.
Without even opening the pouch, Starbeck knew it was what he was looking for.
After taking the pouch, Starbeck put it into his waist pouch.
"What did you promise us?
The trading rights of E Port are yours now. "
Starbeck then turned around and left.
"Thank you for your generosity."
The player bowed.
He wasn't embarrassed at all because he was a high rank veteran.
One needed to know that E Port was a prosperous trading port in real life, the yearly income was unimaginable. With the trading port, not only could he leave a rich asset for his family, he could also use real currency to replenish his Points. As the dungeon difficulty got higher, it was hard for a player of his level to earn any profit.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen this trade.
That was …
The player thought of something, eventually shaking his head and vanishing from the room.
The player thought he was being discreet but for someone else, his actions were no different than seeing it with their own eyes.
Bang!
Wu slammed the table hard, the crystal ball on the table bouncing up.
"Fox!
"Damn fox!"
Wu roared.
But after a while, she sat down on the sofa helplessly.
What kind of opponent was the most difficult to deal with?
If Wu didn't know before, she knew the answer when she ran into Starbeck.
Starbeck was the most difficult opponent.
This bastard who shamelessly stayed by Crow's side was really her enemy in this lifetime!
He didn't have any malicious intent!
In fact, he was even helping the crows.
No doubt about it.
But because of that, she couldn't make a move.
Even if that bastard showed any signs of harming Crow, she had the confidence to kill him without a grave. However, she had a vague idea of what Starbeck wanted to do, yet she didn't have the leeway to make a move.
Helplessness filled her heart, making her slam the table again.
Bang!
The crystal ball bounced up again and this time, it bounced even higher, far away from the shelf. Just as the crystal ball fell on the carpet, a hand caught it.
"Don't mess up my living room."
Said Rachel as she placed the crystal ball back in its original position.
"What else can I do to get rid of her and not make Crow hate me?"
Wu turned around and looked at her friend.
"What do you think?"
Rachel rolled a white eye and continued in an annoyed tone, "Given 2567's character, if you really lay a hand on her, you two will fight to the death."
"Believe me, 2567 and Lawless are very similar."
"If someone touches his friend, Lawless will explode."
"The same goes for 2567!"
"Or even scarier!"
"At least I have the confidence to beat Lawless, but 2567?"
"Guess how powerful 2567 is after he flips all his cards?"
"I'm afraid …"
"Even he doesn't know, right?"
Rachel suddenly felt a little irritated as she spoke.
As one of the earliest players to meet Kieran, Rachel could be considered as someone who watched Kieran grow up.
When they first met, Kieran was a newbie and she was close to rank V.
Then …
Kieran was already rank V, she was still close to rank V.
Wasn't it infuriating?
Wasn't it shocking?
In fact, Rachel believed if it wasn't for Kieran's provocation, she would still be close to rank V.
"It's only been a few short months!
He has walked the path that we prided ourselves on for almost half of our lives, and he definitely hasn't received any training in real life. What about us? All of us are battle-hardened and experienced, so I feel like I've met the son of the big city. "
"Do you know what those guys looked like when they found out 2567 had reached rank V? It was like they were constipated, then all of them went into hiding. What do you think they went to do?
"And that bastard Broker!"
That bastard must have predicted all this, that's why he went into hiding. "
Rachel kept complaining to her friend.
Then?
Wu smiled softly.
It was a very proud smile.
The witch-like Wisher caressed the crystal ball and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Of course, he's a crow!"
"You …"
"Do you know what I'm saying?
Don't have any dirty thoughts about Starbeck!
Once you do, not only will the big city have no place for you, it will be the same in real life! "
Her friend's reaction made Rachel even more irritated. She tossed the [Cooking] skill book to her friend and walked towards the front hall.
A while later, Rachel's roars came from the front hall.
"You bastard, you're drinking again!"
"No, no!
I'm just trying to see if it's expired or not! "
Pak!
Lawless' argument ended when the bottle was smashed on his head.
The soundproof door was also shut.
A sense of envy flashed over Wu's eyes before she picked up the [Cooking] skill book.
"You think I'll give up?
Hmph, naive! "
…
Starbeck, who had gotten his hands on the main ingredient, was in a good mood as he waited for Kieran at the corner in the middle of the building.
The never-ending stream of people was a huge challenge for the old Starbeck.
But now?
He was looking forward to it.
He was looking forward to joining the crowd with Kieran.
"Huh?"
Starbeck saw a person whose face wasn't blacked out by the system while he was waiting.
Was it the natives?
J.Pearlman rebuilding Freedom Alliance wasn't a secret. A while ago, someone had been hunting down Freedom Alliance, it was a hot topic, it couldn't be kept a secret even if he wanted to.
However, when J. Perelman accepted the contract natives, it was still a shock.
Of course, it was just a shock.
After that?
No one would pay attention to the natives without strength, talents, or skills.
The players couldn't even take care of themselves, how would they have the time to care about the natives who had nothing to do with them?
Therefore, even at that moment, when a native came into the crowd with a broom and a dustpan, the players were only shocked for a while before they went back to their own business.
As for the native, he lowered his head and carefully cleaned up all the rubbish he could see.
It was his job.
It was also the job that Lord J.Pearlman went through a lot of effort to get.
They were the first batch.
If they were successful, more natives would get the chance to work in Ro Street.
Therefore, the native was careful.
When the dustpan was full, the native avoided the crowd and went to the trash can. He didn't pour the trash into the dustpan, instead, he carefully checked the trash can.
Metal bottles, cans, and some leftover food were all put into his pocket.
It was with the permission of Ro Street.
The metal items could be sent to the smithy in exchange for some daily necessities and food. Compared to his meager salary, this was his main source of income.
As for the leftover food?
It was his three meals.
He needed to feed his wife and kids more clean and complete food.
As for himself?
It was nothing.
He tried his best to pick clean food.
Even if it was dirty.
He just needed to blow on it.
The native picked up a meatball with some dust on it, blew on it and put it in his mouth.
Although it was cold, the bounciness of the meatball didn't diminish at all. The meaty texture made the native smile.
The satisfaction came from the bottom of his heart.
However, when he saw a player walk over, the native carefully moved his steps away, trying not to block the player's path.
They were different from them.
It was what they knew from the very beginning.
Even though they ran into a good person like J.Pearlman.
Not everyone in the world was a good person.
The native knew the saying very well, so he maintained his humble and vigilant attitude.
However, to his surprise, the player walked straight to him.
"My lord, how can I help you?"
The native asked respectfully.
"Can you help me throw these things away?"
The player passed the bag in his hand to the native.
"Very well."
The native nodded repeatedly, grabbing both sides of the bag and avoiding the player's hand.
When the player let go of the bag, the native felt the weight of the bag.
Likewise, the native saw what was inside the bag.
The food was packed in a box, but it was all opened and steaming hot.
The natives were taken aback and immediately raised their heads to ask if the player had made a mistake.
However, when the native looked up, the player was already gone.
The native looked down again with the bag of food, hoping to find some clues in the bag, but other than food, there was nothing but food.
Feeling the warmth of the food, the native's eyes turned red.
"Hot food."
The native sobbed softly.
He then carefully picked up the bag of food.
The hot food was delicious.
He wanted to try it too.
But his wife and kids would be happy with the food, right?
Carrying the food, the native bowed slightly in front of the empty space and said, "Thank you."
…
After turning a corner, Starbeck heaved a long breath.
He was nervous and also because of the fast running.
"I hope you can hold on!"
Starbeck blessed the native in his heart.
Although he could help the native more, he wasn't an idiot, he knew too much help wasn't a good thing.
It was like this in real life.
It was even more so in the big city.
A bag of food wouldn't attract attention.
If it was something else that was related to a large amount of Points, it would definitely attract unnecessary trouble.
It wouldn't be helping, it would be harming others.
Besides, if Starbeck wanted to help, he had more ways to do so.
But that was in the future.
Now?
When that deep black figure appeared, Starbeck's eyes lost everything else.
“2567！”
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