Chapter 392
Chapter 392: Crazy?
Translator: Dess Editor: Zayn_
Allen?
Kieran frowned . He was sure it was the first time he came across the player's name . However, based on the contents that he sent over, he didn't seem to possess the courtesy of a first meeting .
"Allen: I have a grudge with Broker, I hope you can join my side . "
A message without a proper start and end; it just purely stated his intentions .
Kieran wasn't sure if it was the sender's habit or a trap that he purposely set up .
So, he didn't reply to the message . Instead, he followed his original plan to contact Blacksmith .
Kieran screenshotted [Crow's Black Feather] and some other equipment to Blacksmith .
. . .
Blacksmith: Mantle OK .
Blacksmith: Guns, [Hidden Wrist Bow] and [Buckle Stinger] Nope .
Blacksmith: U need to find better machinist and craftsman .
Blacksmith: Mantle repair fee 3000 Points .
. . .
As usual, the simple conversation explained a lot . After Kieran paid in advance, Blacksmith went silent . Kieran held back from asking who Allen was . After all, he had a better person to ask .
Lawless!
The one who helped him since the beginning . But Kieran would have to be disappointed this time .
It wasn't that Lawless didn't know, Lawless was offline .
"Things are bad, huh?" Kieran wondered .
The battle with the killer players from before was obviously not the end . Neither for him nor Lawless .
Even more so for Lawless since it was related to his real life matters . Kieran still remembered that Rachel said she'd left the game a while to investigate something, and with Lawless's character, he wouldn't allow Rachel to take the risk alone .
"Hope everything is fine!"
Kieran blessed them in his heart and left a message for Lawless . He had to ask Blacksmith since Lawless was not around, but Blacksmith had gone offline as well .
Kieran couldn't help but shrug .
Since Lawless was not around to make noise, it was a little quiet, but Kieran was used to being independent and alone, so the fact didn't cause any unsettling feeling .
He then started to neatly arrange his rewards from the previous dungeon, the books .
What was different from the books about Mystical Knowledge, the new batch of books were about sword skills and two-handed sword skills .
Kieran then placed the newer books in a messy but actually well-sorted out way beside the other books about Mystical Knowledge according to his habit .
Then, he picked up the book, "Summary of the Monolith Sect sword skills" that he had gone through rougly before and studied it in details .
He was planning to go offline after reading the book, but after a third of the book, there was a knock on his door .
[Allow Player Allen to enter?]
Kieran was astonished when he saw the notification . He never thought the player Allen would come directly right in front of his doorstep .
Not that it was brave, but he completely exposed his life to the killer players .
After all, with Kieran's current situation, besides his game lobby, every inch outside his house had Broker's sources spying on him and the killer players waiting for him .
Any players who dare approach Kieran's house would be marked down .
Although Lawless could come as he pleased, but besides his hatred for Broker, it was because of his own strength .
If that was not the case, Lawless wouldn't cause a scruple to Broker as well .
Though it might be less lucky for other players; Kieran was sure Broker would be merciless against others .
"Some reckless guy who doesn't care about his life? Or does he have something to rely on?"
With the doubts in his head, Kieran allowed Allen to enter the room .
A man with an average height and a normal physique walked in after .
Although the face was blurred out by the system, preventing a clear look, the equipment on him was clear . A brown wind coat with a stand-up collar, a wide cowboy hat and a piece of poncho over his shoulder with the same color, covering his chest area, revealing only the left waist area and a revolver . Other than that was a row of neatly arranged orange bullets on his belt and two grenades on the right side of his waist .
The leather pants were tuck into horse boots . As he walked forward, the bottom of his boots kept clashing with the concrete on the floor .
Tssla, Tssla .
As if his knee couldn't bend and had to drag his feet through the floor, but he was not slow at all .
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