Turn off the TV?
That's it?
Amy widened her eyes, looking at Kieran in disbelief.
Isn't this too easy?
What happened to the power, strangeness, nervousness, and fear of him?
Why wasn't she nervous or afraid? Instead, she wanted to laugh?
"Just like that …"
Before the word "bind" escaped her mouth, Amy saw the TV switch back on by itself and this time, it wasn't the hand on the screen.
It was a man with messy hair, a greenish purple face, and Amy couldn't tell the man's gender.
The man just stood there, looking at Kieran with a gloomy and cold gaze.
Then, the man slowly approached the TV screen.
Then, under Amy's horrified gaze, one of the man's hands reached out to Kieran.
It was as if the TV screen didn't exist but a tunnel. The man's pale hand reached out and grabbed the inner edge of the counter, pulling his body hard.
Amy's body froze when she saw the man's body squeeze out from the TV screen bit by bit.
The smile that rose up in her heart was gone.
All that was left was the fear of the living towards the dead.
Starbeck was also afraid.
For the cowardly Starbeck, he was afraid of most things.
However, with Kieran beside him, Starbeck could overcome any fear.
In simple words, Starbeck believed that as long as Kieran was beside him, he wouldn't be hurt.
As a matter of fact, he was right.
Just as the dead were trying their best to squeeze out of the TV, Kieran pulled the plug on the TV.
Pak!
The TV was switched off again.
The arm that reached out from the TV screen and half of the head that squeezed out from the TV screen were stuck in the TV screen, and as if they were struck by a spell, they couldn't move at all.
"This works?!"
Amy looked at the power plug in Kieran's hand, as if her entire outlook on life had been flipped upside down.
She was still imagining how Kieran would display his might and kill the dead that squeezed out from the TV screen, but in the end, he just pulled the plug.
What was the difference between this and switching off the TV?
Was it really that easy to kill the dead?
Amy really didn't believe it.
But reality seemed to be telling her that it was that simple.
Amy fell into deep self-doubt when she saw the stiff arm and half of the head slowly disappear.
There was no secret technique or secret technique at all. It was just like that … hmm, according to the local conditions.
Did all the demon hunters do this?
"You bought this kind of small screen TV just for times like this?"
Amy could not help but ask.
"No."
"To save money!"
Kieran replied, but his eyes didn't move away. He was still staring at the TV.
His battle instincts were telling him that things weren't over yet.
And it was just as Kieran expected.
The next moment, the television that had lost its power source was turned on again.
The arm and half of the head that seemed to have disappeared reappeared and crawled out at an even faster speed.
However, Kieran's sword was faster.
A cold light flashed in the restaurant.
The dead who were struggling to crawl out were cut in half by the sword.
The upper half of the body fell on the restaurant floor and turned into nothingness; the lower half of the body was stuck inside the TV before disappearing as well.
The TV returned to its normal black screen.
Huu, Huu!
Dong, Dong, Dong!
Amy panted heavily, her heart pounding violently. She thought everything was over, but she didn't expect such a scene to unfold before her.
If it wasn't for the fact that everything happened so fast, she would have screamed out loud.
"Is … Is it over?"
Amy asked carefully.
As she asked, her eyes were glued to the TV.
She was afraid that something unexpected would happen when she opened her mouth.
"Em."
Kieran nodded and turned to Starbeck.
Starbeck smiled, telling Amy that he was fine.
At the same time, he didn't ask why this happened.
The tacit understanding between the two of them didn't require words anymore, all they needed was a gaze to understand everything.
But Amy couldn't.
She looked at Kieran and then at Starbeck.
"What happened?"
"Can someone tell me why this suddenly happened?"
Amy always believed that everything had a cause.
What happened just now was no exception.
"Something happened here before this.
"Although I've dealt with it, the frequent movements still made this place 'conspicuous'. That's why this happened."
Kieran explained.
Since the other party had agreed to be his assistant, there were some things that the other party had to know.
"Which means this place is very dangerous?"
Amy nervously looked around again.
"If it's compared to other places …"
"It's like this."
Kieran nodded.
"I remember I still have something to deal with."
Amy stood up and wanted to leave.
"Wait.
As my assistant, you have to investigate this. "
Kieran stopped Amy, who was in a hurry to leave, and pointed at the TV.
"Understood.
After I get the results, I'll try to come to you during non-business hours. "
Amy wasn't an idiot, she immediately understood what Kieran meant.
However, she wouldn't come to the TV at night anymore.
"After 3 in the afternoon."
Kieran emphasized on the time.
Although he was fine in the morning, afternoon, and afternoon, Starbeck wasn't.
It was just that Starbeck, who had a normal body, had to have enough sleep.
Amy waved her hand and ran out in a hurry.
The door shook a few times under Starbeck's force before it returned to normal.
However, the cold wind still blew in through the opening, Kieran clearly felt Starbeck's body shiver in the cold wind.
Frowning at the door, Kieran decided to remind Starbeck to be careful next time.
But now?
Kieran took out a heater from under the bar counter.
The one with electricity.
It was left behind by John Dickson, Kieran found it when he was cleaning the place. After checking if it was usable, he wiped it clean and put it under the bar counter.
After it was plugged in, the heater blew hot air out.
Starbeck's face quickly turned red under the warm air.
"I'll buy some face oil tomorrow."
It's warm but your skin will be dry. "
Kieran said.
"Em."
Starbeck nodded.
Whatever Kieran said was the law.
Although Starbeck was in the kitchen, he didn't feel cold.
However, if he could stay at the bar counter for a long time, he would feel great.
Even though Kieran was a man of few words and didn't speak often, it was the same.
Sitting aside, Starbeck quietly watched Kieran turn on the TV and read the newspaper, a smile curling up on his face.
The warm wind blew on his body, it wasn't cold at all.
More importantly, he felt warm in his heart.
His heart felt like it was melting.
The cold night should be long.
But beside Kieran, Starbeck felt like time flew by.
Unknowingly, it was almost closing time.
Starbeck stretched his body and stood up, ready to go into the kitchen to serve breakfast to Kieran.
He didn't want to eat anything before going to bed.
But Kieran was different.
Only with enough food could he sustain the exhaustion of his body's movements and thoughts.
A bowl of herbal soup was served to Kieran.
"It's beef soup.
I added some herbs to replenish energy. "
While Starbeck was explaining, Kieran didn't mind the heat at all. He picked up the bowl and gulped down the soup along with the beef and herbs in a single gulp.
The clear soup was much tastier than it looked under the light.
The beef wasn't too old either, it was tender and tasty.
On the other hand, the Chinese medicine that Kieran expected to be bitter tasted sweet and sour, unusually delicious.
It was normal yet unexpected.
This was the food Starbeck cooked.
Starbeck would never let him down every single time.
"Anything else?
I think I need more. "
Kieran asked.
"Of course."
Starbeck went into the kitchen and a while later, a pot of soup was brought out.
Kieran couldn't help but smile.
What else was more important than someone understanding you?
Of course, someone understanding you.
Kieran picked up the pot and started to gulp down the soup. Starbeck, like before, stood aside and watched.
When Kieran put the pot down, picked up the soup and went into the kitchen, Starbeck stood up and cleaned the counter, rearranging the magazines and newspapers that he read.
At this moment, the restaurant's door was pushed open.
A middle-aged man in normal clothes walked in.
"I'm sorry.
We're closed for the day. "
Starbeck said apologetically.
"I'm not here for a meal.
I'm here for someone. "
The middle-aged man looked past Starbeck and landed his eyes on Kieran who just came out of the kitchen.
"Royan?"
The middle-aged man tried to probe.
"You are?"
Kieran quietly pulled Starbeck behind him and walked in front of the middle-aged man, a bar counter between them.
His right hand was already holding the hilt of his sword.
"The Herder, Ter.
Considered an acquaintance of Ed Wong. "
The man introduced himself.
However, the self-introduction didn't lower Kieran's guard. He looked at the man in silence, waiting for what he was going to say.
The man wouldn't appear out of nowhere.
Especially after he said he was an acquaintance of Ed Wong.
"Relax.
I mean no harm.
"My identity is also real."
"Actually, you should be able to imagine that if I wanted to do something, what would you be able to do?"
A real Herder isn't someone a Weireist can fight against. "
The man said with a smile.
Then, as if to prove that he was telling the truth, he raised his hand and tried to grab Kieran across the bar counter.
He wasn't just fast, he seemed to have some sort of technique as his hand kept changing directions in the air, grabbing Kieran's neck, shoulder, and chest. It was hard to tell where his hand was going.
Kieran didn't even care about the grab, he turned his wrist and stabbed the man with [Sharp Standard-Issued Blade].
Compared to the man's changes, Kieran's attack was a lot more direct.
The throat!
It was simple and lethal.
More importantly, Kieran's sword strike speed seemed to be faster than the man's.
"Huh?!"
With a surprised voice, the man suddenly retracted his hand, changing from a grab to a slap at the back of Kieran's sword. However, just as his hand was about to touch the sword, he was forced to retract his hand.
Kieran turned his wrist and straightened the sword back, turning it into a blade.
This time around, before the man could change his move, Kieran raised his hand with the back of the sword hilt and swung it up.
The shining sword tip was swung up diagonally.
The man quickly backed off.
The tip of the sword almost brushed past the tip of the middle-aged man's nose.
But what was worse was that an invisible force whipped the middle-aged man's defenseless back.
Bang!
A physical hit was nothing to the strong man, but what followed was the trembling of his soul. He couldn't help but grunt in pain.
The stinging pain in his soul halted his movements.
Kieran was like a monkey, nimbly jumping over the counter and placing [Sharp Standard-Issued Sword] in front of the man's throat.
All he needed to do was loosen his grip a little and the sword would pierce the man's throat.
Feeling the stinging pain in his throat, the man raised his hands up in self-awareness.
At the same time, he cursed Ed Wong in his heart.
'Son of a good friend who came from the deep mountains and needed my protection?'
'With such skills, why would he need Ed Wong's protection?
I'm afraid he isn't any weaker than you! '
'And that formless whip just now …'
The man couldn't help but look at Kieran's wrist, but Kieran's long sleeve hid [Gordor's Chain], rendering the man's gaze useless.
Still, it didn't stop the man from speculating.
"Eckertis?"
The man guessed.
The term wasn't unfamiliar to Kieran, Ed Wong had mentioned it to him before.
Weireist was a new recruit among the Herders.
Harstari was a soldier who had gone through a certain level of training.
Bringepeth was an experienced commander.
Toriali was an experienced commander who was in charge of a region. Ed Wong was a Toriali.
Other than that, there was another special class, Eckertis, which referred to people with special talents and items.
It could also be referred to …
Knight.
"I really don't mean any harm.
Everything just now was a friendly test, I swear! "
The man was cursing Ed Wong for being unreliable in his heart, but his mouth didn't stop.
He could already feel the clear killing intent.
It seemed like if he didn't give the young man an explanation, he would die here.
"Proof."
Kieran said calmly.
"In my coat pocket, I have proof of my identity as a Herder."
The man said.
"Not enough.
"Get Ed Wong to come out and prove your identity."
Kieran continued.
The man smiled bitterly.
"I'm here to look for clues about Ed Wong."
He is missing. "
"Oh."
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