Chapter 1313: Joke
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Kieran and Wilberst walked past each other in the darkness.
Grak!
A clear cracking noise later, Wilberst’s neck snapped into bits.
Wilberst, his mouth wide open, fell to the ground. His face still had that fearful, disbelieving look from the mont before his death, thinking he shouldn’t have died like this.
All he had wanted was a chance to speak and he had confidence that he could persuade Kieran, just like he always had.
As long as he remained breathing, he would rise again another day.
Besides, he thought Kieran would give him a chance to speak, unless...
Kieran wasn’t curious about what happened.
Humans are curious animals.
Wilberst believed Kieran was one as well, so when Kieran walked over to him, he already had an excuse in his mind, the very reasonable kind.
But before the words even ca out, he was welcod by death.
Why?
Why did it end like this?
With a pair of wide eyes absent of any signs of life, it was like Wilberst was still questioning Kieran.
Kieran?
He ignored the gaze. He not only took the cone from Wilberst, but also ripped the silver softmail from him.
[Na: Silver Sanction Replica]
[Type: Softmail]
[Rarity: Rare]
[Defense: Strong]
[Attribute: 1. Blood Kin Repel 1/2; 2. Werewolf Repel 1/2]
[Effect: None]
[Prerequisite: None]
[Remark: It is a replica of a piece of equipnt once worn by a legendary Monster Hunter. It’s a lot weaker than the original but still effective against Blood Kin and Werewolves.]
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[Blood Kin Repel: Under the silver brilliance, Blood Kin attacks below Advance Ranks will be nullified and will receive Strong reflection damage. 1 minute duration]
[Werewolf Repel: Under the silver brilliance, Werewolves will be forcefully reverted to their human form. 1 minute duration]
......
After a glance at [Silver Sanction Replica], Kieran looked further away.
A group of fully ard Special Affairs mbers were shuttling through the dark and heading toward the graveyard quickly. The leader of the group was a commissioner that he had t once before: Beadles.
When he saw Kieran, Beadles imdiately showed a flattering smile. “Good evening, Lord D. Is it dealt with?”
A greeting before the question.
“En,” Kieran nodded.
The commissioner quickly went over to Wilberst’s body; he was stunned after a quick check.
“Wilberst?! How could it be him?” He looked at Kieran, hoping for an answer.
“How could it not be him?” Kieran asked back.
“But, isn’t he dead?” The commissioner beca more confused.
“Quaker Wilberst is also dead but is that really him under the grave? During the first eting, ‘Wilberst’ here showed sufficient sadness and anger. So given the circumstances, he should have at least cleaned his son’s grave properly—this grave had been visited before, but that was a very long ti ago.
“I’m afraid that after the day of the service and when they buried the body, no one cared about Quaker Wilberst anymore, including his father who vowed to avenge his son,” Kieran said calmly.
“So, there is no such thing as Wilberst killing Hardy Lynne to avenge his son? But.. how do you know that Cook and Wilberst were seeing each other? In order to keep it a secret, their etings would have had to be very secretive, and no one should have been able to notice.” The commissioner continued asking about the parts that baffled him.
“The sll. The sll of Cook’s cigar. I got the sa sll from ‘Wilberst’ before. With that as a start, after connecting both of them together and a little more deducing, the picture was clarified imnsely.”
“I see.” The commissioner nodded in realization.
He then looked at the cone in Kieran’s hand.
“That is the item that the lord is seeking, can you...”
Before he could finish, Kieran stuffed the cone into Beadles’ arms.
After comparing the cone with the information at hand and making sure it was the sa, the commissioner showed a smile.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for the lord,” the commissioner said while bowing to Kieran. After the respectful bow, the commissioner looked up at the dark night sky.
“It’s almost midnight,” he said suddenly.
Then, he continued on to say, “Nothing, I’m just exclaiming how surreal all of this is. Everything seems a little too easy, just like how I never thought you could bring this thing out from there.”
The commissioner then shook his head in praise as if Kieran had made so remarkable feat.
“Is it because of the secret inside? Or... so rules?” Kieran squinted at the man.
“You know about all of this as well? Well, I guess that was inevitable! Given how smart you are, you must have started suspecting sothing when Syro Derl died a horrible death after using the mystical power. There is indeed a rule inside there, a hateful rule that was set by the previous generation of rulers of Eiders.”
The commissioner showed an abhorrent and mocking expression. Then he seed to realize it was disrespectful to show such an expression before Kieran, so he put it away and put on his flattering smile once more.
“Like?” Kieran asked.
“Like? There are too many things, to the point that I don’t have ti to tell you everything. After all... It’s midnight, you should rest now.”
The commissioner then grinned widely; his feet did not move but his person retreated backward like the wind, taking the cone along with him.
The Special Affairs Division mbers around the graveyard launched their attack.
Fire!
A sea of fire like divine flas fell from the sky and drowned Kieran completely.
And this controlled fire didn’t just simply burn its prey. The fire ford mystical runes and danced in the darkness like fire sprites, raising the temperature of the fire.
The scarier thing was, a blurry figure was growling at the sky from inside the sea of fire. It was like the overlord of the flas, not just burning to death with its breath, but also not leaving cinders behind.
“The ice covered in flas, other than becoming a puddle of water... No, no, my bad, I said it wrong. How could you beco a puddle of water? You will be vapourized into steam!”
As he told his lousy joke, the commissioner looked at the blazing scene again, his face showing a malicious smile.
He then turned around and walked to the darkness beside him.
In that dark spot, there were two people. One was a Special Affairs mber on guard duty and the other was an unconscious person on the ground.
The commissioner’s malicious smile grew wider when he saw the unconscious person on the ground.
“Did you really think that you could stop by putting yourself in a coma? Or do you think I really have no idea how to get around the rules set by the old bastards from the previous era? You are too naive, so naive that I thought I might be stopped by so guy jumping out from a secluded corner. But in reality? How could the ‘person’ you ntioned appear? Or should I say, how could the ‘person’ appear without my knowing? This is such a good joke! My stomach even hurts!”
After all the ranting, the commissioner laughed in an irritating way, but before his tears could roll down, a calm voice entered his ears suddenly.
“Is that so?”
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