"So, you don't have it at all?" asked Aaron, trying to confirm.
Daniels shook his head, saying he didn't have the compensation slip. Aaron asked about the whereabouts of compensation slips in other stores. Daniels had heard of soone selling them, but it was three months ago.
At the mont, Daniels wasn't sure if they were still selling it or not. Even if they do, the people buying it must be people with criminal records. Because compensation slips are only useful for those with red titles.
The door to Daniels' office opened, and Elsa wore casual clothes: a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. She told Daniels that dinner was ready, and she didn't hesitate to invite Aaron to join them for dinner.
"There is no need."
"I've found the answer to what I was looking for," Aaron explained.
"Answers?" asked Elsa, confused.
Not wanting to continue staying in that place, Aaron stepped toward the door, saying goodbye to Daniels and Elsa. Daniels nodded, allowing Aaron to leave the residence.
Elsa's curiosity was high in her mind. She stepped closer to Daniels with her face haunted by deep curiosity.
"What exactly is he looking for again?" asked Elsa.
"Compensation slips."
"Compensation slip? Wait! How did he know about that?"
Daniels was silent as he shook his head, feeling sorry for Aaron's fate, who had to continue to be haunted by the death threat from one of the major groups, the Night Liberators.
The two could have helped Aaron, but their response was limited because of Aaron's reluctance to join a group.
"Hopefully, he can find what he's looking for."
***
Three days later.
A city tavern on the fourth floor.
Aaron made a long search of all the shops across the city, but none of them sold compensation slips. His mind was filled with uncertainty, so Isabella chose to take him to a tavern to relax.
Aaron's presence beca sothing different for them. People glanced to the side, towards the tavern entrance. They clearly saw Aaron coming with a red title displayed above his head.
Aaron didn't really care about it. Since he killed those people, he should be ready to bear the risk of becoming an outcast in the community. Isabella tried to distract Aaron by inviting him to order the food nu there.
"Hey, you murderer!" snapped a man, coming in striding with three n beside him.
"There's no place for a murderer in this tavern," he complained, whispering sharply to Aaron's side.
Aaron's hands were clenched tightly into fists. If only he hadn't been trapped by Elvan and his n, maybe he wouldn't have to suffer from getting the title of a murderer like now, nor could he get to the next floor quickly.
This was Elvan's fault! Death was not enough for him.
"I'm not in the mood for trouble. If you want to stay alive, get away from ," Aaron ordered.
"How arrogant of you, what can you do, huh?!" the man shouted, challenging Aaron.
Aaron sighed softly, glancing strongly behind him with sharp eyes piercing and intimidating the man.
"Jack, Rasputin, protect from people like him," Aaron commanded.
[Servant:]
Experience tales with empire
[Servant Activated]
[1. Jack the Ripper]
[2. Gregori Rasputin]
[MP -24000]
Two lights erged from Aaron's forehead, appearing before the man in a sturdy and authoritative manner.
The people were taken aback; they could only gawk in surprise when they saw that Aaron wasn't random.
"If you can defeat my two soul servants, I'll let you challenge directly," Aaron explained.
[Transaction successful]
[Item:]
[Grape Waffles (1)]
[Stir-Fried Rosemary Duck (1)]
[Li and Orange Ice Cream (2)]
[Quantity: 4]
[Buyer: Aaron Lewis]
[Price: 3000 RL]
[Information: -]
"We'll bring it to your table, sir," said the tavern owner, Aaron agreed.
He walked towards one of the empty wooden tables on the second floor, unwilling to be in the sa room as the hooligan.
The situation on the second floor seed more quiet than the first floor, although they couldn't deny that Aaron had a red title on his head.
"Do we need to take a reserved room for your convenience?" asked Isabella. Aaron shook his head.
"This is enough for ."
The waiter began to deliver the pre-ordered li and orange ice cream, both ordering the sa nu to start their lunch.
"Did you realize sothing?"
"What is it?"
"There's a girl following us from the inn," Aaron said, refocusing on eating the appetizer on the table.
Isabella was curious. She turned her head quickly behind and watched a beautiful girl in a thick jacket suit and black skirt appear to be hiding in the staircase hallway. She hid imdiately, right after Isabella noticed her presence.
The woman stopped her eating and stepped behind, approaching the girl in a gentle, motherly manner. Aaron chose to ignore it, focusing on eating the soft-textured and sweet-tasting appetizer, able to bring back his mood.
Aaron occasionally glanced forward, seeing Isabella having a long chat with the girl. After 15 minutes of them talking together, Isabella invited the girl to talk with her at the table where they were eating.
"Why did you bring her here?" asked Aaron, annoyed.
"She hasn't eaten since last night. She followed us because she saw shopping for food last night."
"It looks like she's been waiting for us in the cold air and desolate atmosphere."
"It doesn't answer my question," Aaron said, still focused on eating the Li and Orange Ice Cream.
"I plan on buying her sothing to eat and drink. You don't have to worry; I'll use my own money," Isabella said.
Aaron cleared his throat, saying he didn't mind it as long as the girl didn't trouble him. Aaron continued to sneak glances at the girl.
Her face was quite pretty for a 12-year-old girl, but what was strange was that she always wore a pink beanie patterned with clouds and unicorns.
Not only that, but her skirt looked bigger than it should, like the skirt of a noble's ball gown.
Isabella and Aaron knew her as Sokia, a strange na, to be sure.
To their surprise, Sokia had a bigger appetite than children her age. She ordered 10 plates of warm grilled at to be brought to Aaron's table. Even when Aaron and Isabella finished their food, she still ate the at.
"Sothing is wrong with her. How can a 12-year-old girl's stomach fit that much-grilled at?" Aaron said, whispering.
"I'll ask her after she finishes eating," said Isabella.
For half an hour, Aaron and Isabella waited for Sokia to finish eating. In the end, she finished it all and felt full while rubbing her stomach, which looked bloated.
"She's really filled up," Aaron said. Isabella looked at Aaron with sharp eyes.
"I an, she's already full from eating all that at."
Isabella stepped closer to Sokia and asked about why she was starving like that. At that mont, Sokia told Aaron and Isabella about her identity and situation.
"I'm not human," Sokia whispered, surprising Isabella and Aaron.
"Not hum—"
"Sttt! If people find out, they will arrest and kill . I thought the enemy of society was my friend," Sokia replied.
"Did you just insult ?" asked Aaron.
"I'm a dragon, still in the dragonkin phase. I'm really a descendent of the dragon race."
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