franphil Chapter 114 Bounty Hunter
Chapter 114 Bounty Hunter
Chapter 114 Bounty Hunter
The Fifth Age.
Basilica of St. Samuel, Backlund.
Xiaer learned from Daly that "Klein" had tragically sacrificed himself.
His expression became extremely complex; as a perpetrator to some extent, he felt it was necessary to take responsibility.
"What was the cause of death?"
Chael's expression was somewhat somber, and he seemed to find it difficult to accept the news.
"That day, he left his post as usual and rested in the duty room of Blackthorn Security Company until the next day..."
The night watchman discovered that his body had stopped breathing.
Daly only spoke about what was on the surface.
It sounds like a story of someone who worked overtime until they collapsed... stayed up all night until they were completely exhausted... and then peacefully left this living hell.
This person is truly alone; unable to bear the hassle of saying goodbye, they quietly left on their own.
"I'm talking about the cause of death!"
You're talking about the result, aren't you?
"He's still so young. The last time I saw him, he was fine, although he'd lost a little weight..."
Chael reached out and grabbed Daly's shoulder, desperately wanting an explanation.
"Calm down, the church has also investigated this matter."
"Perhaps it's because of the power of the Antigonus Notebook, perhaps Klein got involved in investigating every supernatural event, such as ordinary 'hauntings,' or perhaps it's for some other reason, but this is what the Night Watchers have to bear."
"We are guardians, but also a group of pitiful creatures who constantly face madness and danger."
Daly was equally downcast. To some extent, she had watched Klein join the Night Watch, but at this moment, she tried to appear calm.
"I see."
Chael took a deep breath and gave a somewhat forced smile.
"All I know is that the goddess's kingdom is our eternal home."
"The day of reunion will always exist, it just may take a long time."
"Ms. Daly, I won't bother you any longer."
Chael turned around, lowered her head slightly, and walked away with a somewhat unnatural expression.
There was nothing that Daly could do about it. This wasn't the first time this had happened. There had been many cases in Tingen City before. Some people who survived extraordinary events lived normal lives for more than ten years, with happy families and successful careers, and then one day they suddenly committed suicide without any reason or cause.
It is precisely because it is uncontrollable, difficult to prevent, and full of danger that the path to the extraordinary is seen as urgent by many.
Chaer walked to the restroom and paid her respects to her deceased colleague.
He knew perfectly well how Klein had died.
If a car runs out of engine oil and gasoline, in a sense, isn't it practically dead?
The audience's path sequence 1 shows that the writer personally handled the traces, so it was certainly not easy for the Church of the Night to investigate and find out anything.
Whether or not something was uncovered during the investigation, it was certainly not something that could be revealed to ordinary night watchmen.
The incident involving Klein Moretti can only be classified as an "accident".
After mourning for a moment, Chael walked out of the bathroom, thinking that Sherlock Moriarty might have already arrived in Backlund.
Without the drive of "hatred" this time, what would this man do?
Underworld.
Ince Zangwell travels through this mysterious region.
He was searching for a suitable target, and when he discovered a place with an aura close to divinity, he shifted his focus and quickly approached it.
hum!
The underworld creature, whose rank was close to that of a demigod, sensed an unfamiliar aura within its territory. Moreover, the creature dared to rampage through its territory. Its eyes burned with ghostly blue flames, clearly indicating its immense anger!
A terrifying aura spread, and other underworld creatures that happened to pass by sensed this fluctuation and, as if they had been put on pause, huddled together in their own ways.
And this is the strictly hierarchical path of the Grim Reaper.
Those in power are able to arbitrarily dominate those below them.
"Ince Zangwell" was not greatly affected. Even though he was bound by an invisible ghostly hand and his life force was constantly draining away, he did not react at all. He just looked at the underworld creature in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.
No one can stand this kind of provocation, not even creatures from the underworld.
The lord of the underworld pulled Ince Zangwell closer, intending to devour him whole.
Then everything went black before its eyes, and it was directly imprisoned in the small underworld within its body by this weak 'gatekeeper', who used itself as a cage.
"Ince Zangowell," or rather "Ince Chael," reached out and made a closing gesture, shutting down the illusory gate to the underworld in front of him, and the gate to the underworld within his body also closed.
The lord of the underworld, enraged, tried to ram the door.
He took a quill pen, drew a strange talisman, and stuck it on the front door.
The lord of the underworld bumped into a runner, causing his skeletal frame to shake, but he couldn't break free.
Of course it wouldn't accept that!
Instinctively, they unleash their power.
This chilling cold began to seep in, and "Ince's" vitality began to steadily drain away.
This almost turned him into a dead man, bringing him to physical death.
He snapped his fingers, and within his body, the near-demigod-like underworld creature seemed to hear a majestic dragon's roar.
Then he gradually calmed down, and the dark flames in his eyes were tinged with gold.
"Being half-dead can be considered a Sequence 4 demigod, an 'undying one,' right?"
Ince directly borrowed the abilities of the underworld creatures within her body to continue traversing the underworld.
Backlund.
Klein moved into his new home at 15 Minsk Street and began his detective career.
As a private detective who dares to make a living from detective work, who can make a career out of nothing without fear of starving, I am a detective who dares to make a career out of nothing without fear of starving.
Klein is quite adept at handling everyday matters.
Inferior butter and toast, cheap tea for a penny a liter.
This was his first morning in Backlund, accompanied by a gray, unhealthy-looking but presumably welcoming sky, and a cold, damp environment.
"Although I have already published GG in the Backlund Post."
"But it's obvious that business won't be coming in anytime soon."
"What other jobs offer quick pay, flexible hours, and fit the detective persona?"
Klein gave a somewhat expectant smile.
That's a bounty hunter, of course!
He's the one "taking over" – isn't catching wanted criminals more lucrative than being a detective?
Moreover, this is just and beneficial to social order.
This fits the character profile of a former night watchman and now a private investigator.
"This is my first time trying to be a bounty hunter, and I don't know if I can do it well."
This bounty hunter, who would later become famous, was still somewhat ambitious and excited at this time.