The golden radiance shone brightly in the underground storeroom.
The golden radiance didn't come from the light, it was from the inside of the Crossing Gold Coins.
Kieran's whole body was bathed in the radiance.
Then …
He saw black, tiny, interlocking chains.
The chains came from the void and tightly bound his limbs and torso.
Kieran was stunned.
He raised his hands and moved his legs. His movements were normal. There was no sense of sluggishness or weight, but the chains were real.
"A seal?"
Kieran quickly reacted to the situation and carefully sized up the scene before him.
Especially the chains!
They were black in color and looked natural, there were no traces of them being forged.
There were no runes or words on them either.
However, as long as he focused his attention on the chains, he could not help but feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
Moreover, the black chains were not the only ones in the air. There were also hair-like chains that were almost transparent.
These chains were different from the black chains that bound him.
They pierced into his head one by one.
"Spirit attribute is really different!"
Kieran suppressed the disgust in his heart and looked at the transparent chains. Then, he realized there were other faintly discernible chains around him.
It wasn't just a description, it was really faintly discernible.
Unlike the transparent chains, these chains were like phantoms, appearing and disappearing in a flash. Their speed was extremely fast.
If one didn't look carefully, one wouldn't be able to tell.
"Are these skills or talents?"
Kieran wondered.
Just when Kieran was guessing —
Kak!
The transparent chain that had sunk into his head broke just like that.
This collapse seemed to have triggered a chain reaction.
Kak Kak Kak!
The black chains snapped one after another.
Kieran's sight returned to the underground storeroom.
[Spirit broke through a layer of seal, increased from A + → S-]
[Strength, Agility, Constitution, Intuition broke through a layer of seal, increased from A → A +]
…
The system notifications kept popping up, and Kieran looked at the gold coin in his hand. The gold coin had lost its dazzling brilliance, and all that was left of it was a rotten and unbearable object.
You wouldn't even be able to tell from its rusty, pitted exterior that it was a coin.
"Crossing gold coin?"
Kieran muttered to himself.
If he was just guessing before, the gold coin was different.
Then, at this moment, it could already be verified.
It didn't just allow him to see the 'seal', it also allowed him to see the energy contained within. When he used the silver coin to break through his Spirit attribute, he had spent a total of 20 silver coins. Based on the pattern that Kieran figured out, he would need at least 26 silver coins to break through the seal, maybe even more.
As for the remaining four attributes, he would need around 3 silver coins.
In other words, if he wanted to break through his Spirit attribute with silver coins, he would need at least 38 silver coins.
According to the market price, 1 gold coin could be exchanged for 30 silver coins, but because of the rarity of gold coins and the special effects they had, the conversion rate was higher. It would take 33 to 35 silver coins to exchange for 1 gold coin.
After a careful calculation, Kieran curled his lips into a smile.
Even if he used 35 silver coins to exchange for gold coins, it would still be a profit for him.
He could save 3 to 5 silver coins in one go.
10 times and he could get 1 gold coin in one go.
The money he saved was the money he earned.
In addition to the special effects of the gold coins, Kieran made up his mind: he would try his best to break the seal with gold coins in the future.
As for the method of exchange?
With his current identity and position, it shouldn't be hard for him to exchange gold coins from the Herders.
The only problem was, how should he save more silver coins?
Kieran casually sat down on one of the boxes in the storeroom and started to think carefully.
Bloody Mary, on the other hand, dutifully stood guard outside the door.
It didn't know what its boss had encountered.
However, it knew that when its boss was deep in thought, it would be best not to disturb him.
Time ticked by.
The sun soon rose to the top of their heads, and then began to lean to the west.
Calculating Starbeck's biological clock, Kieran returned to the master bedroom a moment before Starbeck woke up. A few seconds after he sat on the sofa, Starbeck's eyelids fluttered and slowly opened.
After a short daze, Starbeck rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Morning."
Starbeck greeted Kieran out of habit and walked into the washroom in his pajamas.
After washing up and putting on the apron, Starbeck was full of energy.
"What do you want to eat?"
Starbeck asked Kieran.
"Anything you do, I'll do it."
Kieran said honestly.
Starbeck's cooking was the best he had ever seen, and having such a skillful chef to cook for him was the best enjoyment in life.
There was no need to specify anything, just let Starbeck do whatever he wanted. With anticipation and speculation, it would only be right when the food finally appeared.
It would elevate one's enjoyment to a whole new level.
Kieran was more than willing to do it.
He would never get tired of it.
"It will be ready soon."
Starbeck showed a smile at Kieran's reply and then went into the kitchen. Elite Hound was at the door, licking its lips.
It was also looking forward to what its second owner would do.
Although it always ate the leftovers from its first owner, it didn't complain at all.
Quite the contrary, it thought it was the best.
It could feel how powerful its first owner was.
Maybe it was masked.
But the terror hidden in its bloodline told it what to do.
Obeying the strong wasn't something hard for the Hound to accept.
In fact, it was already mentally prepared to die from exhaustion, but it didn't expect that there would be such a magical existence like its second owner.
Delicious food that was beneficial to itself.
No complaints, no regrets, a dog life was perfect!
As for work and missions?
Protecting its second owner wasn't a job or mission.
It was what it pursued in its dog life!
The wok in its second owner's hand was the belief of its dog life!
No regrets until death!
Kieran looked down at the Elite Hound.
He sharply sensed that the Hound under his feet seemed to have changed, not the bad kind.
The difference between an elite and an elite?
Kieran thought in his heart after a glance at the other Hounds.
Then, he looked outside the restaurant.
For the sake of ventilation, the restaurant's door was always open in the afternoon when it was sunny and warm. Standing at the bar counter, one could clearly see everything outside the restaurant.
The alley, the street, the streetlights, the never-ending flow of cars and pedestrians.
However, most of the cars and pedestrians wouldn't notice the restaurant in the alley.
For the busy modern people, it was hard for them to stop.
Everything was fast-paced.
They needed to finish their work as soon as possible, eat as soon as possible, earn money as soon as possible to pay off their loans and feed their families.
Tired?
Very tired.
But what else could they do?
Everything was the same.
They couldn't jump out, they couldn't escape.
Cowardly running away would only lead to quicker death.
Clenching their teeth and resisting was still a glimmer of hope.
Therefore, unless it was a coincidence, a familiar face, or someone who came for the restaurant, it was rare for customers to come in.
However, today was an exception.
Moments after Kieran opened the door for ventilation, a girl in normal clothes popped her head in, looking around. When she saw Kieran, she was even more curious.
"It's not opening hours yet."
Kieran said straightforwardly since he didn't sense any malicious intent.
He didn't like people looking at him with curiosity, it made Kieran feel like he was a monkey in the zoo.
"Sorry!
Is this a restaurant? "
After the young girl apologized, she asked directly.
"Em."
Kieran nodded and started to prepare.
Cleaning the tables and mopping the floor. Although he didn't care about the customers, the cleanliness of the restaurant was something Kieran cared about. After all, he also ate here.
Therefore, he would clean the restaurant once before it closed and once before it opened.
The young girl saw how serious Kieran was cleaning, she didn't disturb him. Instead, she took out a little notebook and started to jot down the details.
When she noticed Kieran was looking at her, she showed a smile and signaled that she wouldn't disturb Kieran.
Kieran frowned, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Kieran was usually magnanimous towards those who weren't hostile and didn't interfere with his daily life.
After cleaning, the kitchen started to emit a rich soybean aroma.
Kieran put the cleaning tools back in the corner and went to the bar counter, waiting patiently.
Two to three minutes later, Starbeck came out with a tray.
The white, steaming soybean milk was in a big bowl, shaking along with Starbeck's steps.
There were ten browned, sweet deep-fried pancakes in a stack, neatly stacked on a big plate.
The shredded cabbage was placed on a small plate.
Five boiled and peeled eggs were placed on another plate.
Without further ado, Kieran took the tray and grabbed the deep-fried pancake. With a little bit of strength, the pancake was cut in half. A lot of brown sugar crumbs fell on the tray, but Kieran didn't waste them, picking them up one by one and putting them into his mouth.
The pancake was slightly charred but full of sweetness, plus the crispness, together with a mouthful of soybean milk, it made Kieran squint his eyes in satisfaction.
The deep-fried pancake was still steaming. After gulping down the soybean milk, Kieran put the pancake into his mouth.
Crunch, Crunch!
The outer layer of the pancake was crispy and the inner layer was very chewy. After another mouthful of soybean milk, the pancake went down his stomach, and Kieran put the rest of the pancake into the soybean milk bowl.
He soaked the soybean milk and put it into his mouth.
The crispness didn't diminish but it had a different kind of popping sensation.
It was irresistible.
The pancake was swiftly reduced and so was the soybean milk.
Especially when the crispy cabbage entered his mouth, the sour taste of vinegar and the sweetness of the pancake neutralized each other, it whetted Kieran's appetite even more.
The eggs went without saying, one bite at a time.
Gulp!
A clear gulping noise came from the entrance of the restaurant.
Kieran was focused on the food in front of him, he didn't even turn around.
Starbeck, on the other hand, took a glance at Kieran before showing a polite smile and going to the kitchen.
"Compared to the cold big brother.
Little brother doesn't just look good, he's also a kind person.
He knows how to be considerate to his customers. "
Luna thought in her heart as she stood at the entrance.
Because of that, she purposely added a star to the inconspicuous restaurant in her little notebook.
If the food satisfied her, she would add another star.
As long as the food exceeded 3 stars, the restaurant would become a decent choice for a meal. Although she didn't have to drive here, she could at least have a taste when she passed by.
As a rather famous food critic, Luna was very confident in her ability.
Luna looked at the kitchen with anticipation.
She was waiting for Starbeck to bring out the food and invite her in for a taste. She was also waiting for Starbeck to thank her passionately after her article was published.
Then, she saw Starbeck bring out a big pot.
A pot?
Luna was stunned.
The food critic was a little disappointed.
In this kind of small restaurant, she wouldn't ask for exquisite decorations but at least the utensils should be more suitable. Starbeck's action of bringing out the pot reminded her of the farm where the farm owner's wife would pour the leftover rice and water from the pot to the livestock after cooking.
As a matter of fact, the leftover ingredients in the pot were the food that Starbeck prepared for the Hounds.
As for the smile just now?
It was a polite smile.
More than that?
She was overthinking.
Luna saw Starbeck pour the bean dregs and brown sugar dregs into the dog food bowls one after another. She saw the ferocious-looking dogs crawl out of nowhere and rush to the dog food bowls, sticking their heads into the bowls and gobbling down the food. Luna was dumbstruck.
'Not for me?
For the dogs?
Then the smile just now … '
Luna stood there blankly. Starbeck, who just finished distributing the food, stood up and showed her a polite smile again.
He then turned around and went back to the kitchen.
Luna stood in front of the restaurant for more than 10 seconds before she regained her senses.
"You guys …"
"Excuse me, please excuse me."
Just when Luna wanted to say something, a polite but cold voice came from behind her. Luna turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a long gown and a pair of cloth shoes.
The man was holding a box in his hand and behind him was a luxurious sedan. Beside the car was a driver in a suit.
That buff body told Luna that the man wasn't just a simple bodyguard. Someone who could ride in such a luxurious sedan with a driver and bodyguard was not someone she could afford to offend.
Luna was smart enough to move aside.
Then, she saw the familiar middle-aged man, who was cold to her, put on the most sincere smile and bowed to the owner of the restaurant with utmost respect.
He even raised the box above his head.
"T-This?"
Luna widened her eyes, she had no idea what was going on.
Then, she saw the middle-aged man walking towards her.
"Please do not disturb this gentleman's daily life."
The middle-aged man said coldly.
"Y-You know me?"
Luna stuttered at the middle-aged man's coldness.
The middle-aged man didn't answer, he took a glance at Luna and went back to his car.
Luna suddenly let out a cry of surprise as she looked at the car that sped away.
She finally realized who the middle-aged man was!
He was the CEO of Song Shi Group, Mian Yi!
The CEO of a huge financial group that spanned multiple states would give a gift to the owner of a small restaurant in fear and trepidation!
Luna couldn't help but look at the figure sitting at the bar counter.
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