Those malicious and hungry gazes were very subtle.
They were faintly staring at the believers of the God of Mist. The believers were terrified, praying ceaselessly, hoping to get a reply from their 'lord'.
Some of the believers were disappearing.
It was obvious that those who were in hiding were using this method to force the God of Mist to show himself.
Kieran could already imagine what would happen to the God of Mist once he showed himself.
The heavily injured 'God of Mist' would definitely be torn to pieces and devoured.
He had no doubt about it.
The hunger was too obvious.
But now?
He had to change the fact.
It wasn't just because the identity of the God of Mist could help him understand more information about the current dungeon world, it was also because of the special effect of [Land of Sicar], which piqued Kieran's interest.
It was just Land of Sicar now, but if it expanded, would it become Aïtantin or even the Northern Lands?
Kieran thought for a while before snapping his fingers.
Snap!
"At your service, boss."
Bloody Mary, who had been hiding in the shadows, walked out after the call. It slightly bowed, waiting for Kieran's new order.
"The God of Mist needs an emissary to save its believers."
Kieran said.
"Understood, boss."
Bloody Mary bowed and stepped back into the shadows, vanishing from sight.
Kieran kept the spoils of war, stood up, and headed to the main lobby of the hotel.
He hadn't had dinner yet.
Although the chef's cooking was not as good as Starbeck's, Kieran had always been tolerant towards food. As long as it was appetizing, he wouldn't give up.
Kieran's courtyard was only a wall away from the hotel lobby, but if he wanted to enter the lobby, he would have to walk out of the courtyard.
At the entrance of the courtyard, he saw the hotel owner, Khorów.
The fat innkeeper was obviously waiting for him.
When he saw Kieran, he said, "Let's talk?"
"Here?"
Kieran asked.
"Of course not."
"Come to my place."
"Don't worry, I won't delay your dinner. It's my treat."
Khorów smiled and pointed at the courtyard on the other side of the inn.
It was very similar to the courtyard that Kieran saw in the illusion, but there was no shy waiter here, and there was a chef who only carried in food boxes.
In a room in the small courtyard, on a huge square table, food boxes were opened one by one.
Potato cakes, fish soup and sausages.
There were two large portions in total.
"If you don't mind, let's go together?"
Khorów asked.
"Sure."
Kieran nodded slightly when he saw that his side was ten times stronger than the other side.
The potato pancake was fried, and there was an egg inside, which made crunching noises when one bit into it. The fish soup was milky white, and the fish meat had completely melted into the soup. Some of the fish bones had been scooped out completely, and the most surprising part was the sausage. It looked like a normal sausage, but the crispy bones had been added, and the texture had been improved by more than one fold.
A mouthful of potato cake, a mouthful of fish soup, and a bite of sausages.
Khorów, who said he wanted to talk, didn't have the intention to speak, instead sweeping up the food on the table like a tornado.
Kieran's palms were so fast that they left afterimages behind.
In less than 10 minutes, all the food was swept clean.
Khorów wiped his mouth and patted his stomach in satisfaction.
Kieran looked at the chef.
"Is there more?"
Kieran asked.
Khorów was stunned.
"You are not full yet?"
This was the same amount of food for a hundred people like the one in the afternoon, and it was even bigger.
According to Khorów's estimation, Kieran shouldn't have been able to finish all this.
It was already out of Khorów's expectation that he could finish all this, but if it wasn't enough … Khorów didn't expect it at all.
"Could it be that you restrained your appetite in the afternoon?"
Khorów widened his eyes.
"70% full for lunch is fine."
Kieran replied seriously.
"What about dinner?"
Khorów pointed at the clean plates and bowls on the table.
"The sausages are nice, I'm going to have them for dinner and supper."
Kieran said honestly.
"Y-You have a good appetite."
Khorów wanted to say something, but in the end, that was all he could say. He waved at the chef, and the chef ran towards the main hall.
When he entered the main hall, the discussion about Kieran's appetite was still going on.
The chef shook his head in his heart when he saw the fervent look, like a wise man looking at a fool.
'What's there to discuss?
It's all gone! '
The chef started to move the food away with a sad sigh in his heart.
When the chef moved the last portion of food to the courtyard, one of the guests started to feel hungry.
"What's there to eat?
Give me some. "
The guest asked the waiter.
"There's nothing left.
There's nothing left.
The hotel's dinner was finished by the guest from the afternoon. "
The waiter said with a bitter smile.
The moment the waiter's words subsided, the whole main hall went silent. Pol, who had been sipping on his sweet egg wine, was stunned on his chair.
"The guest from the afternoon?
Is it my companion? "
Pol stuttered.
"Yes, Mr. Pol."
Pol couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth after the waiter's affirmative answer.
One needed to know, his initial plan was to take care of Kieran's food and lodging, but Kieran's appetite … Forget buying a title, Kieran would probably go broke before he even reached Aïtantin Castle.
Kieran's appetite was too scary!
If I only take care of his lodging, Hon. 2567 would understand, right?
Pol was in a dilemma.
The whole main hall of the hotel was in an uproar due to the astonishment.
The commotion spread to the rooms in the side courtyard.
Khorów puckered his lips, sympathizing with those who had nothing better to do. Then, he looked at Kieran, who didn't slow down at all. Khorów started to doubt his life.
The reason he could eat so much was because he had a fat body and an abnormal appetite.
But the person in front of him?
His stomach was flat after eating so much.
It felt like the food didn't go into his stomach but into another dimension.
Khorów's eyes started to turn strange as he tried to recall if there were any similar cases.
There really was such a case!
But …
Khorów shook his head again when he saw Kieran in his human form.
The power of that kind of existence was undeniable, but it didn't have a human form. It was more like a black monster that only knew how to eat, eat, eat, and eat, as if it didn't even have a mind of its own.
As for Kieran?
He didn't just have a mind of his own, he was also vigilant.
All kinds of observation marks were barely noticeable, but whether it was walking, sitting, or lying down, he maintained an extremely vigilant look. If he could become …
'What am I thinking?
I finally retired, how can I recommend someone else? '
Khorów mocked himself with a smile.
He then watched as Kieran cleaned up all the food on the table.
After the cook served tea and Kieran drank a cup, Lagren started to speak.
"What do you think of Sicar?"
Kieran asked with a smile. If Kieran didn't know Kieran was the owner of the hotel, he would think Kieran was an official from Sicar, someone who was there to cover up certain facts.
"Not bad.
It's prosperous. "
Kieran replied.
Khorów twisted his fat body at Kieran's reply. Amid the creaking of the chair, the fat owner lowered his voice.
"You know, that's not what I want to ask about.
It's something more secretive.
Something that you can't see but can hear.
Or should I say … "
"Did you notice the danger?"
As Khorów spoke, he tried his best to use more appropriate words to describe the situation.
Undoubtedly, his description might be confusing to most people, but Kieran knew it very well. He leaned forward, placed his elbows on the table, and supported his chin with his palms.
"From what standpoint are you asking me?"
Kieran didn't answer the question directly.
"A pitiful, retired old man who just wanted to live a peaceful life after treating you to dinner."
Khorów tried his best to blink pitifully, but his fat face wasn't convincing at all. Instead, it looked a little comical.
However, Kieran didn't laugh at him.
Kieran didn't take Khorów's description seriously, but it was true that Khorów treated him to dinner, especially the crispy bone sausage. It was obvious that Khorów put some thought into it.
Kieran thought about it seriously for a while before he answered.
"I noticed the danger.
But I'm not sure how far it will go.
It might vanish into thin air, or it might be earth-shattering.
I can't be sure about things that haven't happened yet.
Is that so? "
Khorów took in a deep breath, his fat face showing a bitter smile. He seemed to be muttering to himself, "I thought everything would be different after I left Castle Aïtantin, but it seems like Sicar is the same.
The whispers in people's ears would ring from time to time.
"Innocent people often disappear after a night," Wang Chong said.
In the market, those with ulterior motives would commit all sorts of evil deeds for Gold Purton.
Yet the city manager of Sicar turned a blind eye to it.
He might even be a part of it in the dark.
The whispers are getting clearer and clearer.
A lot of people joined in, some to escape from reality, some for sustenance, some for the dirtiest thoughts in their hearts.
As a bystander, I can't do anything about it. "
The bitter smile on Khorów's face grew more helpless and bitter.
Kieran didn't say anything to persuade him.
He didn't think their relationship had reached such a level.
Just like how he didn't think Khorów would be a bystander.
When the nest is overturned, no eggs can remain intact. Kieran understood it a long time ago.
"Alright, alright."
"It's okay. Speaking your mind is good for venting."
Go to bed early and leave early tomorrow.
"I wish you all the best!"
Khorów waved at Kieran.
"Thank you for dinner."
Kieran stood up and said his goodbyes. Khorów didn't stand up to send him off. Instead, he saw Kieran off outside the courtyard before he slowly stood up and walked into the room.
It was his bedroom.
Other than a big bed, there was only a wardrobe.
Khorów touched the wardrobe.
"What is our mission?
The honor of a hunter … "
The voice was so soft that only a bitter smile was left.
Khorów never realized he was a person who liked to smile bitterly.
Then, the bitter smile froze on his face.
He heard the voice again.
"Get out!
GET OUT!
I WILL NOT BE BEWITCHED BY YOU PEOPLE! "
The low growl was suppressed in his throat. Khorów's hand on the wooden wardrobe unconsciously clenched, leaving a clear palm print on the wardrobe.
His fat body tilted and fell on the bed.
His mouth was muttering non-stop.
"The honor of a hunter.
Protect the honor of a hunter. "
"Protect …"
…
After leaving the courtyard and heading back to his room, Kieran suddenly frowned.
The wicked aura suddenly got denser!
A moment later, Kieran activated [Tracking] vision.
In this special field of vision, he could clearly see that the evil auras that were full of vitality during the day were becoming more and more active. If the evil auras during the day were like tortoises crawling, then at this time, these evil auras were like rabbits that were escaping from their clutches.
On the other hand, the War Shrine was the complete opposite!
Under the sun, the dazzling War Shrine was slightly dimmer under the night sky.
Still, it was dazzling.
Under Kieran's gaze, the few wicked auras tried their best to get closer to the War Shrine, but before they could truly get close, the wicked auras retreated frantically as if they were burned by a blazing flame.
Without a doubt, even after obtaining the Heaven's Time, these auras were still a far cry from the War God Temple's auras.
However, it didn't mean the wicked auras' efforts were futile.
At least, more mutters started to appear.
Kieran heard it.
It didn't require any special abilities, the mutters simply appeared in his ears.
He couldn't tell what the mutters were trying to say.
But it was triggering his emotions.
Unlike the day where he was singled out, this time, the triggering of emotions was directed at everyone in Sicar.
A lot of people started to shout and scream in panic.
More of them looked around with vigilance.
A lot of them even started to chant the title of God of War, hoping that the God would protect them.
Among them, there was no lack of believers of the God of Mist.
In fact, the believers of the God of Mist were getting more devoted than ever.
Because they saw the lord emissary.
The almighty lord emissary was helping them through the difficult times.
In a newly opened underground hideout near the civilian district of Sicar.
More than 200 believers of the God of Mist gathered in the hideout.
It wasn't all the believers of the God of Mist, but it was the largest group.
It was also the group that was being stared at by a couple of malicious gazes.
Bloody Mary stood in front of everyone, looking at the people kneeling on the ground. Its heart was filled with absurdity. A demon like itself was being worshipped by mortals?
It really had to thank its boss for giving it such a magical experience.
Therefore, it used a more solemn expression and tone to speak slowly.
"God knows what you are thinking.
God will protect where you are.
God will … "
Bloody Mary was still reciting its lines, but before it finished chanting, a withered vine perforated its chest.
It felt the pain.
Bloody Mary looked down at the vine, the corner of its mouth curling downwards, feeling helpless.
'I thought I wouldn't have to die …
It hurts! '
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