After returning to Guntherson's wooden hut, Kieran thanked Acker who brought him food and saw him off before taking out the piece of paper again.
"The handwriting is neat and it has a unique style.
The paper wasn't randomly found either, it was prepared beforehand. So the scene of him leaving the hut in a hurry was a disguise?
The culprit purposely sent Lisa to Sister Moni, letting me know where they are … "
"Just to pass this piece of paper to me?"
"Asking me to wait for them here?"
Kieran wondered quietly.
The answer was right before his eyes, it wasn't hard to guess.
However, what puzzled Kieran was why the culprit would do such a thing.
Or rather, what benefits would the culprit gain from doing so?
Nothing!
Other than losing one of his men, he didn't gain anything else.
"Compared to losing one of his men, the culprit wanted to meet me … interesting!"
Kieran commented in his heart.
Then, he started to tidy up the wooden hut.
After all, the culprit left behind a piece of paper with the words "school, wooden hut", it might be the meeting place or the culprit might have stored something in the wooden hut.
After putting the vegetables, jerky, bread and other ingredients into the cupboard, Kieran started to tidy up the wooden hut bit by bit.
About an hour later, Kieran had searched every possible hiding spot in the wooden hut, but he still hadn't found anything. He sat down on the simple bed that belonged to Guntherson.
Other than the flat stone block, the whole bed was just a wooden plank.
The mattress was also a thin layer, very fitting of Guntherson's identity as a Knight.
Kieran didn't complain at all.
He just laid down and waited patiently.
Of course, waiting didn't mean that he was doing nothing. Kieran was reading Guntherson's notes while glancing at the small chapel further away from the window from time to time.
Sister Moni was praying in the chapel.
Kieran's sharp Intuition could even pick up Sister Moni's prayers.
A piece of paper left behind by a stranger that he had never met.
Kieran wouldn't believe it completely.
If the culprit was purposely setting up a diversion, the time he spent in the wooden hut would be the best time for the culprit to strike.
Time ticked by.
The sun rises and sets.
Time quickly came to the evening of the second day.
The prayers in the chapel came to a halt. According to the time, it was time for the elderly nun to have dinner with the school security team members who were not on duty in the staff dormitory. She should have been eating alone in her room, but under Kieran's strong request, there would be people around her most of the day.
The time when the school security team was watching over him was considered one of the few times that Kieran had a break.
Similarly, it was also Kieran's dinner time.
In the fireplace of the wooden house, the fire was burning vigorously, constantly burning the iron pot on the shelf.
The soup filled with rice grains was already boiling. Kieran used a dagger to slice or dice the dried meat, vegetables, and carrots into the pot.
Then, he covered the pot and let the soup continue to boil.
Pu, pu!
Steam kept rising from the lid of the pot, making a unique sound.
But the first thing that came was the aroma of roasted potatoes.
The potatoes that Kieran buried under the fireplace were softened from hard to soft.
Kieran moved like lightning, fearless of the damage from the fire. He took out two scorched potatoes with sparks and steam coming out from the pile of firewood.
After blowing away the ashes on the potatoes, Kieran peeled the potatoes. When the peeled potatoes were peeled off, the steam came out with a whoosh, revealing the white and yellowish edible part.
Without further ado, Kieran tore off the scorched potato skin and sprinkled salt, cumin, and chili on it before stuffing it into his mouth.
It was a little hot but the soft glutinous feeling mixed with the salty taste was really enjoyable.
Especially when the cumin and chili taste that were sealed by the salty taste exploded on his tongue, Kieran couldn't help but squint his eyes.
After two to three bites, the potato was eaten by Kieran just like that.
As for the other potato, Kieran wasn't in a hurry. He scooped up the soup from the pot with a wooden bowl, tore off the skin of the potato, and soaked it in the soup.
Instantly, the soup that was already thick because of the rice became even thicker.
The spoon stirred the soup slightly and it felt like corn paste.
However, the meat, vegetables, and carrots mixed together and the aroma far surpassed the smell of corn alone. When the glutinous rice and the potato combined, the taste went up another level.
Especially since Kieran had just eaten a potato, drinking the soup now would taste even better.
Of course, it would be even better if no one came to disturb him.
A figure approached from afar.
The figure dodged along the way and soon arrived at Kieran's wooden hut.
The door wasn't closed but the figure still knocked on the door a few times to show his presence and swiftly diluted the sneaky actions from before.
"Good day, Hon. 2567."
The figure said.
His voice was thick and heavy, giving one a good impression.
On top of that, the figure took off his hood and revealed a young face.
However, what concerned Kieran more was how the figure addressed him: 2567!
It was 2567, not Guntherson!
Kieran sized up the figure carefully.
The figure showed a smile under Kieran's gaze.
"Gateli greets Hon. 2567, it's very difficult to meet you. Please forgive me for choosing the most reckless way but please believe I was forced to do so."
The figure introduced himself.
He even explained himself.
However, such a simple explanation couldn't convince Kieran.
However, Kieran didn't say anything.
He looked at the figure with a calm gaze.
Since the other party had appeared in front of him and left the corner that no one could find, he believed that the other party must have come prepared.
Kieran's Intuition told him there wasn't a second person.
The other party had come alone.
Therefore, Kieran was even more interested in what the figure had to say.
"We don't have much time.
"That person will return to the chapel after dinner. I don't want to meet him before I'm fully prepared …"
"After all, your memories are the most important, aren't they?"
The figure's words seemed to be hinting at something.
"What do you mean?"
Kieran raised a brow.
"I'm talking about memories.
That person isn't as kind as you see. Do you want to know what that person was doing when you and Sir Guntherson went to protect the legacy of the Church of Dawn? "
The figure asked.
Then, before Kieran could ask, the figure continued, "He came to Wayne Manor and found me, seeking a collaboration!"
"It is also because of this collaboration that I, the direct heir of Duke Wayne, have chosen to disappear from everyone's sight."
I'm being threatened!
I need your help, Hon. 2567! "
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