The footsteps were getting closer.
Just as Kieran expected, the footsteps stopped in front of the door.
Dok, Dok Dok.
"Good day, I am a passenger heading to Final Destination Island like you, may I come in?"
The rhythmic knocking on the door was accompanied by the voice.
"Please come in."
Kieran raised a brow, he wasn't interested in the purpose of the man's visit. After what happened just now, there must be two reasons for the man to appear at this time.
First, to find out more about his background.
Second, if it was possible, to rope him into their newly formed little group.
Before the rude man appeared, although Kieran didn't pay much attention, he heard the man's footsteps, pacing back and forth in the cabin.
The pacing obviously wasn't for a stroll.
If it wasn't for the drowning incident, Kieran believed the man would have paid him a visit.
Kieran politely declined all kinds of visits with all kinds of probing.
However, when he thought of the need for more information, he eventually let the man in.
Tssk Gak.
A young man walked in amidst the rustling noise.
He was about 20 years old, but he already had a thin layer of beard on his upper lip, but it didn't make him look the slightest bit sloppy.
On the contrary, it was just like the other party's hair, meticulously combed.
"Nice to meet you, sir.
I am Azinder, you are. "
"Oh, do you know what happened just now?"
The young man introduced himself with a smile and asked about Kieran but when he realized Kieran didn't have the intention to answer, he asked again.
There wasn't any awkwardness in between.
It made Kieran take another glance at the young man.
He was good with money and power.
He was very good at socializing, which was similar to how the young man behaved before.
"Hmm."
Kieran nodded.
"We are in trouble.
"The guy who was thrown into the water wasn't a nobody in the northern islands, but he was actually killed by the captain with a single slash. The speed at which the blade was unsheathed was extremely fast. I didn't even see it before the guy's head was chopped off."
The young man named Azinder started to narrate the story vividly.
Moreover, he even put on the same posture as he did at that time.
Kieran stared at him in silence.
He was waiting for the other party to reveal his true intentions.
Four to five minutes later, Azinder finally got to the point.
"We need to work together now, otherwise we will be finished before we reach Final Island!"
"You should be here for the Templar's trial right?"
"If that's the case, we need to unite even more."
"There's definitely something wrong with the trial this time. That captain and a few crew members are definitely here to destroy the trial. If we can stop them, the Templar's examiners will definitely have a whole new level of respect for us. At that time, we will be able to pass the trial more easily."
"How about joining us?"
Azinder then stretched out his hand.
However, Kieran shook his head.
It wasn't because he was here for the trial of the Templars. There was no doubt about that.
Even if Boyle didn't explain it to him.
Kieran also knew that the Templar's trial wouldn't be opened just for him.
It would require a certain number of people to gather before it could be opened.
Or in other words, it would be opened during a certain period of time to attract more people.
Whether it was the former or the latter.
The number of people was the key.
The simplest reason was, if the people were gone, how could the Templar continue to exist for 1500 years without any gaps in time?
Kieran's rejection was because he had learned his lesson from working with unfamiliar people before, he knew what kind of choice he should make in times like this.
No matter how tempting Azinder's words were, it would still be the same.
"It's fine, I'm used to being alone."
Kieran said.
"Is that so?
What a pity. "
"I really hope you can join us, I'm staying at the end of the cabin, if you change your mind, you can find me there."
"But you better hurry, we will be moving out soon."
Azinder then stood up and left.
Kieran raised a brow when he saw the door shut.
He had to admit that Azinder left quite a good impression on him. Throughout the process, he displayed the appropriate manners, even when he was rejected by Kieran, he didn't show any dissatisfaction.
However, Azinder's attitude gave Kieran a surreal feeling.
It was like watching a play on stage, no matter how real the performance on stage was, Kieran knew it was all an act.
"Other motives?"
Kieran smiled lightly and continued his training according to his plan.
He didn't disrupt his plans because of Azinder's appearance.
For Kieran, Azinder wasn't that important.
The night was getting darker.
The bright moonlight shone over the frozen sea, faint fluorescent light was reflected off the ice surface, forming a completely different scenery compared to the daytime or the warm sea.
It wasn't that charming, but it would make one forget to leave.
After all, the temperature wasn't something a commoner could bear.
Though, even a person who was afraid of the cold had to admit the place was quiet enough.
A quiet state would always allow one to focus.
Just like Kieran, he once again entered into a rare cultivation state.
Other than the warm current from the system, this was the second time Kieran relied on his own abilities to enter such a state.
Kieran tried his best to relax himself.
He tried his best to experience the state.
He wanted to remember this state in his mind.
Unfortunately, similar to the first time, Kieran soon exited the state.
The notifications that popped up in his vision didn't make Kieran any happier.
His attention was already focused on how to enter the state of cultivation.
"Is it focus?
Or is it the current environment? "
Kieran wondered.
But he couldn't be sure.
Focus. Every time he cultivated, he would try his best to discard all other thoughts and put himself in a focused state.
As for the environment, the last time he entered the cultivation state, he was in a broken storeroom, it was totally different from the snowy land.
"Is there anything else I haven't noticed?"
Kieran recalled and compared.
And just then.
Ah!
An agonizing scream suddenly broke the silence of the night.
Then, an intense battle ensued.
Kieran was sitting on the wooden hammock, he could clearly hear swords clashing, blood splashing, bodies falling to the ground and falling into the frozen sea.
The battle didn't last long though.
Four to five minutes later, it stopped.
Then, heavy footsteps sounded.
The man kicked open Kieran's door without any courtesy and walked in with big steps. One of his hands was holding a bloody longsword and the other was holding a head.
Even though the head's face was distorted due to the pain and fear of death.
Still, Kieran could tell it was Azinder's head with a single glance.
"Before he died, he said that you are his accomplice."
The man threw Azinder's head at Kieran's feet and said word by word.
PS: Second update ~
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