When one was hungry, the smell of fried chicken was tempting.
Even Edersen, with his title, was stunned for a moment.
However, at the next moment, the Hunter Blade came back to his senses. He gripped his dagger tightly, ready to subdue the bastard who approached him.
As for killing him directly?
Edersen didn't plan to do so since he didn't sense any malicious intent.
However, Horlaika's speed was even faster.
"Snake school."
Right before Edersen made his move, Horlaika spoke softly. At the same time, he made a few hand gestures that only the Demon Hunter knew.
"Snake school?"
Edersen was stunned.
Horlaika, however, didn't care. He took out the fried chicken that he bought at the market.
Although he didn't know why his teacher told him to bring fried chicken to the Wolf Sect Demon Hunter, Horlaika didn't question it. His teacher must have his own thoughts.
Kieran just had to follow his teacher's instructions.
When Horlaika reached into his pocket, Edersen's eyes were filled with vigilance.
No doubt, the slightest movement from Horlaika would result in a fatal blow.
But …
Fried chicken?!
Edersen was stunned again.
He really didn't think Horlaika would take fried chicken out of his pocket.
"For me?"
Edersen asked blankly.
"Em."
Horlaika nodded.
After a slight hesitation, his stomach growled twice before Edersen took the fried chicken. After a careful check, the Old Demon Hunter gobbled it down.
Horlaika was stunned when he saw how Edersen ate.
'Did I buy too little?'
Horlaika asked himself.
Less than 5 seconds later, the whole fried chicken, skin and bones were chewed up by the Old Demon Hunter.
"Do you need more?
There are biscuits at the market. "
Horlaika asked.
"No need."
The Old Demon Hunter said lightly.
However, the grease at the corner of his mouth was extremely conspicuous.
Horlaika glanced at it and lowered his eyes.
"I'm here to tell you about the Silent Night Secret Order …"
Horlaika relayed the Instigator's plan.
"That guy!"
The Old Demon Hunter narrowed his eyes. A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he revealed his killing intent.
The Old Demon Hunter was no stranger to the Instigator.
Moreover, he was a member of the Silent Night Secret Order, so the Old Demon Hunter had to kill him.
However, before that, he looked at Horlaika.
"You're a spy?"
The Old Demon Hunter lowered his voice. His lips didn't even move, but his voice came from his throat.
Although the Snake School member before him had concealed some things, if Edersen still couldn't discover some of them, he should really retire.
Horlaika nodded.
Before he came, he knew he had to let the Instigator know his identity.
On top of that, some things required the Instigator's cooperation.
Therefore, there was nothing to hide.
The Old Demon Hunter stared at Horlaika for a few seconds.
Then, he bowed slightly.
It was the respect of a Demon Hunter.
He knew how dangerous the spy was, and at the same time, he knew what kind of burden he had to bear.
"Hiding myself in the shadows …"
"Blending into the enemy?"
The Old Demon Hunter exclaimed in his heart.
He recalled the three Snake School Demon Hunters that he had met before.
One of them was a very traditional Demon Hunter, his presence couldn't hide from him.
The other one had a hidden presence, which made him alarmed.
And the one before him was willing to lay low.
Until now, the Old Demon Hunter finally had a more specific understanding of Snake School.
It was similar to the Demon Hunters of Wolf Sect.
However, they had a different way of doing things.
Hopefully, Kieran would remember the rules of the Demon Hunters.
After wishing Kieran well in his heart, the Old Demon Hunter spoke.
"Now, you need me to be the fuse to blow this matter up?"
"That's right.
"You need to 'kill' me and quickly break out of the prison."
"The Carrot Hotel is our temporary lodging. Once you're done with the rescue, you can find us there."
After that, Horlaika hid in the shadows and left quickly.
The mission given to him by his teacher wasn't completed.
He had to keep working hard.
The Old Demon Hunter waited until Horlaika was out of sight before he came out from the corner. He didn't move right away, instead, he went to the market to buy some necessities.
Biscuits, for example.
…
Luncar was walking in the Central First Ring of Aïtantin Castle.
It was still the commercial district.
However, because it was closer to the Upper Seventh Ring, the place was tidier and the shops were more luxurious. Those rare jewelry and accessory shops became common in the area.
And some high-end restaurants could be found everywhere in this place.
However, Luncar didn't care about those.
What he was looking for was a hidden sentry, a hidden sentry in the War Shrine.
In Aïtantin Castle, the War Shrine used to have many guards in the light and hidden.
However, after the Black Cataclysm, the light guards retreated to the Upper Seventh Ring, where the War Shrine was located, and the hidden sentry was reduced to nothing.
At least, that was what it looked like on the surface.
But in reality?
The number of hidden sentry was reduced.
But more than that, they became even more secretive.
The deacons of the Holy Inquisition were even more difficult to distinguish.
Fortunately, as one of the most famous field agents of the Silent Night Secret Order, Luncar lived up to his name. He knew there were no less than five hidden sentry posts in the War Shrine in Aïtantin Castle.
However, he didn't make it public.
He needed these hidden sentry posts to bring him more value.
For example, now.
Why did he choose this one?
Because the hidden sentry posts here were of the highest value.
Based on Luncar's multiple encounters, the mastermind behind this place was at least a priest, or even an armed priest.
So, when he walked into the Etolin Tailor Shop again, he was very careful.
He tried his best to remain undiscovered and treat the person as a common tailor, a member of the Silent Night Secret Order.
Of course, it was all in his heart.
On his face?
He still had that habitual smile on his face.
Any difference would cause the other party to be on guard.
The priests of the War Shrine were not that easy to fool.
Ding!
The wind chime rang.
"Etolin, I'm here again."
Luncar greeted the only tailor cum owner of the shop.
The tailor was an old man with white hair and glasses. His body was slightly hunched but his movements were still agile. A tape measure was hung around his neck, and even when he was talking, the scissors in his hand didn't stop.
"Welcome, Luncar.
What do you need this time? "
The old tailor called out Luncar's alias.
"I need a formal suit.
I have a meeting to attend in a few days. "
Luncar said with a smile.
He wasn't lying.
The Council Meeting was also a meeting.
"Oh, what kind of meeting?"
The old tailor adjusted his glasses.
"A very complicated meeting."
Luncar's smile faded a little and he shook his head, obviously not wanting to talk about the topic anymore.
"Do I need to prepare anything?
Other than the formal suit. "
Luncar asked.
"I suggest you to prepare a silver brooch as the only accessory for the dark suit. As for the hat, you'll have to choose according to the situation but a pair of leather shoes of the same color is a must."
The old tailor said in a professional manner.
"What about the shape of the brooch?
I'll order the shoes from you.
"You know my size."
Luncar said.
"Sure.
Try to keep the brooch simple.
It doesn't have to be too complicated.
Don't be too sharp either.
What do you think of a four-leaf clover?
It represents luck. "
The old tailor pointed again.
"Luck?"
"Sure.
This is what I need.
How much in total? "
Luncar took out his wallet.
"85 Gold Purton, formal suit 50, leather shoes 20, silver four-leaf clover brooch 15.
If it's urgent, you'll have to pay an extra 10 Gold Purton. "
The old tailor gave a price that suited the location of the Upper Seven Ring.
Luncar took out a really good money order from his wallet and placed it on the old tailor's table.
"Please be quick.
I need it urgently. "
Luncar reminded the tailor before he left.
"Don't worry.
You can come back for it in two days. "
The old tailor promised.
Both of them parted like a real tailor and a customer.
However, when the tailor's shop door was closed, the old tailor's slightly hunched body straightened right away.
His sharp gaze couldn't even be covered by glasses.
He closed the back door and went upstairs.
Luncar heaved a breath of relief when he walked out of the tailor's shop.
Everything was smoother than he expected.
Next?
Wait patiently, of course.
However, waiting was not what Luncar was used to.
He chose a high-class restaurant and sat on the second floor.
"A glass of lime water, a cream cake, and a cocoa cake."
Luncar took out 2 Gold Purton and placed it in the waiter's hand.
Cream cake and cocoa cake weren't cheap.
However, it didn't cost 2 Gold Purton.
Half of it was considered as tips.
Luncar knew how important Gold Purton was.
Therefore, in less than two minutes, all the dishes he ordered were served, and when he asked to sit by the window, the waiter took the initiative to negotiate with the guests at that table.
The customer was a young man.
His clothes might seem simple but they were actually exquisite; his face was rather common.
When he heard the waiter's request, he stood up.
The young man didn't reject and stood up.
"Thank you."
Luncar thanked the waiter with a smile.
"It's nothing."
The young man waved his hand and followed the waiter's guidance to sit on Luncar's seat.
It was normal.
It happened every day in the restaurant, so no one really paid attention to it.
Luncar didn't notice anything noteworthy about the young man either.
As for the young man's clothes?
Come on, this was the Upper Seventh Ring of Aïtantin Castle, a place where only the nobles lived. The young man's clothes were too common. If he was dressed shabbily, it would be very eye-catching.
So, Luncar quickly placed his attention on what he should be paying attention to.
He didn't touch the cake on the table.
He held the glass of lime water in his hand and gazed out into the distance.
From where he sat, he could see one side of the Central Third Ring.
Councilman Colipo's' prison 'was also on the other side.
Time passed minute by minute.
Half an hour later, a column of thick smoke rose from the commercial district of Castle Aïtantin.
Even though the noise was far away, it was faintly discernible.
The people who were originally sitting in the restaurant looked over in astonishment.
Including the young man.
Maybe because of his young age, the young man didn't sit on the chair. Instead, he stood up and walked to the window.
Out of the young man's kindness, Luncar slightly moved his chair aside, allowing the young man to pass.
When the young man nodded, Luncar also nodded in reply.
"That's the market in the Central Third Ring, right?
Why is there a fire? "
The young man suddenly asked.
"Maybe the fireplace wasn't fixed properly, sparks flew out.
Or maybe a charcoal brazier.
This kind of thing happens every year in Castle Aïtantin. "
Luncar couldn't help but stand up and explain when he heard the young man's question.
It was out of gratitude for the young man giving up his seat.
"Is that so?"
The young man looked confused.
"Of course.
Accidents happen every year. "
Luncar simply replied.
The nobles of Aïtantin Castle were getting worse with each generation.
Although his manners were decent, his knowledge was lacking.
If a young man like him was placed in Sicar, he would have fought a real battle, wouldn't he?
Even if he was a noble, he should have joined the patrol team.
He shouldn't have been treated like a baby.
No wonder His Majesty was getting more and more dissatisfied with his knights.
Following the announcement of the new decree, everyone knew the king's intention.
It wasn't just the ambition towards the southern islands, it was also the dissatisfaction towards his own subordinates.
However, it wasn't an easy task to push the new decree smoothly.
Luncar knew some of the older nobles were secretly forming an alliance.
The king?
He should have known.
But he turned a blind eye.
What was the king trying to do?
He wanted to catch all of them in one fell swoop.
Luncar knew it in his heart.
But he wouldn't tell the young man beside him.
His right hand picked up the hat on the table and prepared to leave.
"Your cakes!"
The young man reminded Luncar.
"No need.
"Their taste should be very ordinary."
Luncar waved his hand.
"This is a waste of food."
Said the young man.
"Sometimes, wastage isn't shameful, it also represents your strength."
Looking at the rigid young noble under the noble etiquette, Luncar lost all interest in the conversation.
What was there to talk about with a wooden block?
"Strength?
But boss said it's not good to waste food.
"I think Boss is right."
The young man smiled. His smile was neither gentle nor cold. It was just a strange feeling.
In an instant, Luncar felt dizzy.
'Shit!'
His heart skipped a beat, he quickly took out the potion and wanted to uncork it.
However, Bloody Mary beat him to it, grabbing the potion with one hand and using its other hand as a knife, it lightly struck the side of Luncar's neck.
Pak!
A clear noise later, Luncar fainted.
Bloody Mary went along with the momentum and lifted the man up like he was carrying a burlap sack.
Then, it packed the two cakes on the table.
Then, it walked out of the restaurant.
Everyone in the restaurant acted like they didn't see Bloody Mary at all.
It wasn't until Bloody Mary, who was further away, snapped its fingers that everyone woke up from their daze.
However, their attention was soon captured by the thick smoke.
No one noticed Luncar's disappearance.
A while later, a new Luncar appeared on the streets of the Upper Seventh Ring.
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