"Yes, this is Snake school!
Transform into a snake and live in darkness. "
Kieran said calmly.
Darkness, transform into a snake …
Khorów stood there blankly, his mouth muttering uncontrollably.
No one knew the meaning of the phrase better than Khorów, a retired Monster Hunter.
Snake.
In the eyes of normal people, it did not have a good image.
It was often described as cold-blooded and merciless.
It was often referred to as sinister and cunning.
No normal person would want to be associated with a snake.
But some Monster Hunters were willing to be a snake.
They were willing to live in eternal darkness, never to see the light again.
Khorów's body trembled.
The moment he became a Demon Hunter, he stood in front of his teacher and swore an oath, replayed in his ears again.
We don't belong to the light.
We don't belong to the darkness.
We walk on the edge of death.
There is no glory to praise.
There is no hymn to sing.
All we have is the pride in our hearts.
At that moment, he had a deeper understanding of the oath.
"You don't belong to the light, you don't belong to the darkness. You walk on the edge of death because of the belief in your heart. You are more worthy to be called a Monster Hunter than a retired old man like me."
Khorów's tone was filled with admiration.
He could imagine what his Snake school friends would have to face after infiltrating Silent Night Secret Order.
The danger was self-explanatory.
Once they were discovered, they would die.
But more than that, it was torture.
Going against the Monster Hunter's belief, forcing them to cooperate with Silent Night Secret Order.
Then …
It would be worse than death.
Kieran looked at Khorów's admiring gaze and shook his head.
"When we choose to become a Demon Hunter, nothing else matters."
We have made our choice a long time ago.
For our family and friends, we are willing to die a thousand deaths! "
Kieran emphasized each and every word.
It wasn't a lie, it was the truth.
Truthful words resonated the most easily.
At least Khorów was infected.
He took a deep breath.
He lowered his head and looked at the axe in his hand.
He gripped the handle of the axe tightly.
There was also a group of unknown companions advancing silently, risking their lives to act as a protective umbrella for them, carrying the burden for them as they moved forward.
Some people naturally needed this.
They were just ordinary people.
But … did he really need it?
Khorów asked himself.
At this time, he felt that it was too hasty for him to retire like this.
There was another group of people like him.
Thinking that he was done, he sat dejectedly under the sun to enjoy his retirement.
But in reality?
A group of young people were doing what they should do for them.
Shame rose from the bottom of Khorów's heart.
It was not that demon hunters did not retire.
But!
He was not at the age where demon hunters retired. He and the others were just avoiding reality because of the Black Cataclysm.
Now?
Were they going to continue running away?
Look at the guy in front of me.
Although he looked very mature, that was only his temperament. How old could he really be?
At this age, he was still being trained by a teacher.
And the other party had already taken charge.
Is there no one else in Snake school?
There must be!
But why did they let a young man take charge?
Other than the young man's outstanding strength, Snake school might have suffered a great loss during the Black Cataclysm. Those experienced old guys must have died, hence the young man had no choice but to step up.
Snake school still chose to fight when faced with danger.
Why couldn't Wolf Sect?
Right away, Khorów made up his mind.
He wanted to tell those old guys that Demon Hunters were not dead yet!
No!
The Demon Hunters will never die!
Wolves ran proudly under the sky.
Snakes hid in the darkness … Eternal life!
As long as Snake school was alive, Demon Hunters would live forever.
As for Wolf Sect?
He didn't mind bringing more protection to Snake school and at the same time, let Wolf Sect run again.
However, it would take some time and judgment.
Khorów had some bad guesses about some hidden things during the Black Cataclysm.
"I'll leave Snake school to you.
Wolf Sect … "
"We will move out again."
After that, Khorów turned around and headed back to his collapsed room. An indescribable vitality exploded from the retired Demon Hunter.
The heavy lethargy was gone.
Kieran looked at the Demon Hunter.
He didn't say anything else.
He didn't need to say anything else.
Snake school had truly appeared.
Everything was enough.
"Broker, not only did you add an unexpected chess piece to your plan, but along with the appearance of this chess piece, a chess piece that had disappeared has also returned to the chessboard. So, what is the reaction of your plan?"
Kieran curled his lips into a grin.
He was never worried about his opponent's reaction.
As long as the path was taken, there would be traces.
And these traces would be the clues he needed the most.
As long as he could get ahold of these clues, he could turn his passivity into initiative and find Broker's roots in this dungeon world.
He was very curious about why Broker would set up his plan in this dungeon world.
Of course, there was also Pol.
When he thought of Pol, Kieran went into deep thought for a while before he headed to the room beside the courtyard.
It was Pol's room.
Inside the room, Pol was drinking tea.
He hoped that the tea could calm the anxiety in his heart.
However, after two sips, he couldn't help but stand up and pace in the room. Ever since the whole of Sicar was put on lockdown, pacing in the room had become his habit.
Another new habit was to go to the lobby of Anan Hotel to scout for news.
However, the news that he got from Kieran made Borl even more anxious.
Viscount Sicar was confirmed dead!
The viscount's sister would become the new lord!
He wondered if the new lord would open up the whole territory to the public!
What if he dragged it out for a little longer …
With that thought in mind, Pol's heart skipped a beat.
One thing worth noting was that his life was on the line.
Otherwise, why would a player like him care about being a noble in a dungeon world?
More importantly, this was the key to his success.
If he could complete it smoothly, he would have the chance to rise again.
He might even be able to catch up to that person's footsteps …
Once the thought of the Flaming Devil came to mind, Pol thought of the recent incident in Sicar.
Although he didn't have solid proof, his instinct told him that the recent incidents in Sicar must be related to the Flaming Devil.
It was without a doubt that the Flaming Devil must have gotten quite a lot of benefits from the incidents.
Pol wasn't jealous of the Flaming Devil at all.
All he felt was envy.
A kind of envy towards the freedom that came with getting stronger.
At the same time, the envy boosted his courage!
"I'll target the Flaming Devil!
Maybe I'm still far from it now, but one day, I'll reach that level!
And when that time comes … "
As the thought popped up in his mind, Pol's mind started to picture that woman's figure. An uncontrollable hatred rose in Pol's heart.
"Maybe you've already left.
But you left something behind in the big city!
"They've inherited everything from you and are enjoying benefits that far surpass other players."
Likewise, they will also inherit your hatred! "
Pol couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
However, he didn't act on impulse. Instead, he calmly thought about his plan.
At that moment …
Dok, Dok, Dok.
"Please come in."
Pol said politely.
Although he didn't see the person who knocked on the door, he knew only that person would knock.
His bodyguard never knew what it meant to knock on the door, no matter how many times Pol told him, it was still the same.
As for the others?
He chose his own courtyard because it was quiet. No one would come to his place, and his boss, Khorów, would choose a more suitable place to talk, not this place.
Those with ill intentions would never knock on the door.
Kieran pushed the door open and entered.
Pol was already standing up.
"Corin."
Pol called Kieran with a fake name.
"What are your plans after this?"
"After inheriting the dukedom."
Kieran asked.
Since Broker was paying attention to Pol, then Pol must have some use for him.
Kieran didn't know yet, but it didn't mean it didn't exist.
"After inheriting the dukedom, I hope to get a higher reputation and position. Although my initial thought was to reach the current foundation, it's enough."
Pol didn't hide anything.
Pol didn't think there was a need to hide anything from the Flaming Devil.
It wasn't just because of his strength, but also because Pol knew why Kieran asked.
Kieran must have his own plans.
The reason why Kieran asked was because he didn't want their plans to clash.
"Not bad."
Kieran nodded.
It wasn't a perfunctory answer, it was a real compliment.
A lone wolf, if one didn't have the mentality to complete a mission beyond his expectations, he would be eliminated sooner or later.
It might even be better to form a group and live a better life.
Obviously, Pol understood what Kieran meant.
He nodded along with Kieran's words and then bitterly laughed.
"At first, I chose the foundation because I thought I should act according to my capabilities, and now I chose to complete a mission beyond my expectations because of my unwillingness.
Before this, I've been avoiding the question of what to do next!
I've been thinking about how to overcome the hurdle before me first, then I'll deal with the rest later. But I neglected the fact that even if I were lucky enough to overcome the hurdle before me, I'll fall into another hurdle in the future!
If I don't get a huge reward this time, I'll be stuck in this vicious cycle forever.
Might as well … "
"I'll take the risk!"
At this point, Borl seemed to heave a sigh of relief. The anxiety and impatience in his heart seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment. He leaned back comfortably in his chair, his body relaxed and limp. A genuine smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"So easy.
It's a lot easier now that I've said it.
Corin, do you know?
Ever since I woke up and found out about my situation, I've been anxious. I used to walk in front of everyone, but now I'm behind everyone. Plus, the sense of danger that I'll lose my life soon turned me into a completely different person. In order to survive, I have to bend my knees, I have to think of all sorts of evil tricks.
I think I've done everything right.
What's wrong with that in order to survive?
"But unfortunately, I met you every time, and every time, it ended in failure. I was almost in despair, and then …"
"You and I have made a fair deal!"
You gave me the chance that I've always wanted! "
"And Lawless helped me sincerely. His sincerity was real, not fake. I could feel it, and I suddenly realized I had a friend again."
"That feeling was great!"
Borl's ramblings were similar to Lawless's, and he was even more of a chatterbox.
Lawless's habit was to keep people in suspense.
Pol, on the other hand, was spilling everything out after holding it in for a long time.
Fortunately, as Lawless's friend, Kieran was used to Pol's nagging, so he wasn't impatient at all. He listened quietly. When Pol stopped, Kieran picked up the cup of tea in front of him.
"To Lawless!"
Kieran said.
"To Lawless!"
Pol picked up the cup of tea without a second thought, clinking it with Kieran's and draining it in one gulp. Then he said with a smile, "I even promised that guy that I'll buy him a drink when we get back."
"Hope his appetite isn't too big these days, otherwise, I'll have to work in the inn."
"The fees there are too expensive."
Borl shrugged as he spoke.
Harvest Inn's fees were expensive, almost everyone knew it.
Although there were free drinks and drinks from time to time, if one dared to be stingy, the lady owner's knife was very sharp.
Even though Lawless would stand in front of you most of the time, there would be times when Lawless couldn't even protect himself. So, the lone wolf players who went to Harvest Inn knew that it was a good idea to carry around 3 to 5 Points with them.
Tea with 3 Points.
Beer with 5 Points.
It was just enough to calm the lady owner's anger.
"Believe me, Lawless's appetite has always been good."
"Working there is nowhere near as hardworking as you are right now."
With Lawless as a buffer, Kieran also started to tease Pol.
"That's right.
I wish all the best to us! "
Pol picked up his cup again.
Kieran clinked his cup with Pol's and drained the tea. He put down the cup and unconsciously lowered his voice, "Does being a believer of God of War help you?"
Being a believer of God of War?
Pol was stunned for a while before reacting.
"Yes!
Although that person's light has dimmed a little, in Castle Aïtantin, the God of War is still the mainstream.
A lot of nobles, including the royal family, believe in that person.
But it's not easy to get that person's identity, it's not something that can be done with Gold Purton alone. "
Pol said in an affirmative tone.
In fact, the reason why Pol hired Ash Kano as his bodyguard, other than Ash Kano's strength, was because of Ash's foster father, Father Mona.
However, it was a pity that Mona wasn't moved by Gold Purton alone.
Although most of the time, Father Mona was willing to help because of Gold Purton.
"If you know some secret news, it will be enough to help you.
I've run into some secret existences in Sicar.
It should be the Silent Night Secret Order that Khorów mentioned.
They are related to the recent series of events in Sicar. Father Mona should be very concerned about the news and likewise, after getting the news in the shortest time possible, he wouldn't mind providing you with more help. "
Kieran said slowly.
Pol's eyes shone.
He then nodded without a second thought.
"I understand.
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