Having a Sharp Weapon Breeds a Desire to Kill

Oswald did not offer to accompany her.

Clearly, although he didn't think much of his student's sense of time and intelligence, he had great faith in her martial prowess. This also confirmed Iver's judgment.

Although he couldn't see Hai Na's attribute panel, he could imagine it just by thinking about it... After all, she was among the best of the best students in the country's best Extraordinary School. Given the lack of resources and early education, being able to keep up with the courses among the nation's elite, and even stand out as a leader, already proved her aptitude.

Although she was currently gleeful about "becoming a Royal Capital Supervisor before graduating," in reality, it wasn't much of a deal.

Although the Bureau of Supervision was also an Armored Profession, its status wasn't very high. It usually handled civil cases. Its main responsibilities were street patrols, maintaining law and order, inspecting whether shops met safety standards, investigating some relatively simple extraordinary cases, accepting public reports, dispersing illegal gatherings, arresting low-level extraordinary individuals, and so on.

When they encountered difficult enemies such as enemy spies, high-level extraordinary individuals, or cultists, the Inspectorate would be called in; and if a serious case involved a member of a knight family violating the law, the Arbitration Hall, which had the highest status, would be called in.

"Arbitrators" were high-level professionals starting at level 30, and all of them were Young Knight Councilors who could enter the Round Table Hall. Extremely wealthy, well-equipped, and experienced, they were Avalon's highest-level elite troops. One level higher were those few top experts.

Although Hai Na didn't have a good background, no connections... and even seemed clumsy and naive due to lack of experience and training before graduating.

But according to Iver's experience, if personal ability was strong enough, having no background and a straightforward, simple personality might not be a bad thing.

She was now being sent to a district Bureau of Supervision to be a front-line supervisor, partly to allow her to quickly accumulate experience, and partly to lower her personal expectations of herself. Hai Na was unaware of her own value. If she adapted to this job that was clearly unworthy of her education and ability, then the leader who "exceptionally promoted" her would become a benefactor worthy of gratitude.

In a few years, as she came into contact with society, accumulated enough work experience, and her personal extraordinary professional level also increased, she could at least get a position above the head of a district bureau before the age of thirty.

If all went well, she would have the opportunity to join the Inspectorate at thirty. It was not impossible for the Queen to grant her armor and enter the Round Table before she turned forty.

Iver estimated that she should have a professional level of around 20.

That was the level of mastering the extraordinary power of the second or even third energy level—at least a dozen levels higher than himself.

With a level 20 character carrying him, it shouldn't be difficult to clear a level 10 dungeon.

Just in case, Oswald also gave Iver a pistol for self-defense in an emergency.

It was a delicate lady's pistol.

Its shape was similar to Hai Na's short sword style, and the shell had hollowed-out silver thorns. It was only about the size of a palm, and it was not a common revolver of this era, but a pneumatic magazine pistol.

[Lady's Grip +2]

[Refined Weapon (Dark Blue)]

[Firearm, Burst Pistol, Capacity 5 rounds]

[8mm Bullet (5/5)]

[Trait: Its weight and volume are only 60% of pistols with the same power]

[Elven Style: Failure rate greatly reduced, maintenance cost increased]

[Module - Elegant Aiming: Accuracy greatly increased]

[Module - Light Shooting: Recoil greatly reduced]

--That's fine.

A lady's pistol was fine too.

Iver, who originally wanted to decline, accepted it happily after seeing the attributes clearly.

Refined Weapon was already the strongest level that mortal artisans could create!

It was only one level below the purple Extraordinary Weapon, which required Extraordinary power to create.

What more could one ask for?

In the game, one could only reliably get blue equipment from dungeons after level thirty. As for purple Extraordinary Weapons, they had to be made through ritual spells and alchemy, or dropped by killing high-level Extraordinary individuals.

Not to mention that the mods on this gun were quite good—the attributes of blue equipment only had fixed characteristics and styles, and the remaining one to three random attributes were all random. There were positive attributes and negative attributes.

Double positive affixes, and the "recoil" and "accuracy" attributes were even placed together... This was a tool-type weapon that could be used even in the mid-to-late game. At the very least, it could be used to quickly fire some special effect bullets and ritual bullets that didn't require damage.

Even if higher-level pistols definitely had higher damage, their accuracy might not be as high.

But just as Iver was about to leave, Oswald suddenly stopped him.

"The master said, remember to wear this. And put on the cloak."

As he spoke, he handed Iver a black neck cover and a black hooded coat.

Iver squeezed the neck cover and quickly realized its material: "Asbestos?"

"Recently, the Strangulation Gang has been rampant. If you plan to leave the White Queen District, it's best to wear a strangulation-proof neck guard."

The gaunt, ghostly Oswald said in a serious tone, "They strike quickly, and Hai Na may not be able to protect you at all times. And the hood is to conceal your identity—to prevent those with ulterior motives from remembering your face."

Iver reluctantly put it on.

He had heard of the Strangulation Gang.

They were an upgraded version of robbers.

In order to leave no survivors to track them down, and also to improve work efficiency, they would suddenly jump out when passersby passed through sparsely populated places or alleyways, strangle the other person's neck with a thin rope and drag them into the shadows. After successfully strangling the other person, they would strip off all the valuable and worthless items from the other person's body and rob them.

Citizens could not report the case immediately, and even the body was not easily discovered. Because they directly killed, instead of subduing or intimidating the other party, they could also prevent themselves from being counter-killed by low-level Extraordinary individuals.

Although asbestos is carcinogenic... life is still more important. After all, he wouldn't be in contact with it for a long time.

It was just that his level was too low.

If he was at level twenty or thirty now, would he still be afraid of those petty thieves? Seeing Iver put on the neck guard and draped the black cloak over himself, the old butler then handed Iver a thick stack of banknotes: "This is the investigation fund given by the master. You are only investigating for the first time, so you shouldn't need too much."

Iver could clearly hear Hai Na gasp softly beside him.

He counted them slightly. There were a total of twenty silver-white, slightly reflective large banknotes, with crossed scepters and swords printed on them, and a white crown in front. This symbolized the God of Authority, the "Silver Crowned Dragon".

There were also twenty red, medium-sized banknotes. Ten of them had five red candles drawn on them, and a number "5"; and ten of them only had one drawn, and a number "1". This represented the god of the Dedication Path, and also the "Light Bearer" served by the church.

This was a paper currency unique to the Avalon Kingdom, and it could also be circulated in other countries.

The purchasing power of one "White Crown" was approximately equal to one thousand RMB, and it could be exchanged for twenty "Red Candle" with a face value of 1. And a Red Candle with a face value of 1 could be exchanged for ten "Copper Hourglass", the smallest denomination of brown banknotes. The hourglass was a symbol of the god of the Equilibrium Path.

In the Avalon Kingdom, only the Extraordinary Professions of these three Paths were legal.

That is to say, the value of one copper coin was roughly equivalent to five yuan, and a red coin with a face value of 1 was equivalent to fifty yuan.

A serving of roast beef in a restaurant was about six Copper Hourglasses, and a serving of smoked pork was two copper coins. And a brand new and durable outfit, not including leather shoes, would cost about seven red coins.

"Remember to keep the red coins and white coins separate. It's best to put them in three pockets."

Oswald instructed, "If you can pay with low-denomination red coins, don't casually show that you have a lot of white coins on hand—you are currently immobile and have no valet with you. More people might target you. Those 'white crowns' are for buying off high-value targets, so don't use them unless necessary.

"If you don't have enough red coins, you can go to the bank to exchange white coins for red coins. If you're really worried about taking the wrong amount, you can have Ms. Hai Na hold them for you."

"I'm not a 'Ms.'..."

Hai Na said softly, but she didn't refuse.

And Iver unhesitatingly stuffed all the white coins into her hand: "You hold them."

Even though she was just holding them temporarily, she was still a little excited to be holding so much money.

In terms of quantity, twenty white coins wasn't actually that much. A semester's tuition at the Royal Law University cost a full sixteen white crowns—she had also handled that much money before! At least for the first two semesters of her freshman year, her tuition was pieced together by her family. It was from her sophomore year that she received a scholarship and offset her tuition.

Moreover, they generally didn't use white crown coins for payment in their daily lives. The most commonly used denominations were copper coins and red coins, and the feel of white coins in her hand felt so unfamiliar.

But what made her most nervous was that she was particularly afraid of accidentally losing the money.

In fact, she had lost money before. When she was very young, she lost her tuition because she was running around on the road... As a result, her mother cried that day. It wasn't a heart-wrenching cry, but just silently wiping away tears to the side.

But that scene was deeply engraved in Hai Na's heart.

From then on, she never ran around on the road as she pleased. Whenever she wanted to run, she felt like her legs were tied with weights.

She carefully searched several pockets on her body before finding one where she felt relatively safe to put the money. But she didn't dare take her hand away, and could only protect the pocket with her elbow, and had to check from time to time to see if the money was still there. The other hand was placed next to her short sword, which she regarded as her life.

In this vigilant posture, she pushed Iver's wheelchair away from Moriarty Manor.

"Where are we going?"

She subconsciously asked Iver, "The warehouse where the incident happened the other day? Or Stone Arch Park?"

"—No."

Noticing Hai Na's attitude, Iver breathed a sigh of relief.

"That kind of place has already been turned upside down. You must have already investigated all the information you could get.

"We're going east, to the Pelican Bar."

Iver said.

"...Where is that?" Hai Na obviously didn't recognize the place name.

Or rather, apart from the two streets around the university in the Red Queen District, and the line between the Bureau of Supervision in the White Queen District where she now worked and Moriarty Manor, she didn't recognize any place in the Royal Capital.

Her monthly living expenses of 50 red candles were only equivalent to a month's salary for a coolie. This level of living expenses did not allow her to run around in the Royal Capital.

"In the Lloyd District."

"Lloyd District? Near the port?"

Hai Na's expression changed, and she suddenly remembered the name of the bar.

She had indeed heard the name of this bar!

When she first came to the Royal Capital, she was advised by a good friend she knew, who told her not to go to the Lloyd District if she had nothing to do; she trusted the other party very much, so even though her roommate often encouraged her to go to the bars in the Lloyd District to play, she was very firm in never going.

Of course, part of the reason was that she really didn't have any money. And she was too embarrassed to let her friends treat her.

Because she was determined not to go, she automatically blocked out those words in her mind. She was afraid that if she listened too much, she might be tempted.

Hai Na remembered that the name she had heard the most was probably "Old Captain Bar". Kingdom marines on leave often went there to drink, and they liked to go there to find handsome guys—young, strong, handsome, and unable to meet women for long periods at sea. They always caught one.

One of her roommates found a young marine as her boyfriend. It was said that he was a sergeant, always bragging about some secret mission he was carrying out... She didn't know if it was true or not.

If it was really a secret, would he tell them, the female college students? Hai Na didn't quite believe it.

In the small town where she was born, the blacksmith uncle always bragged that he had stayed in the Royal Capital before, and was knowledgeable and cultured.

Later, when she came to the Royal Capital herself, she realized that what the uncle meant by having stayed there was that he had wandered to the Royal Capital as an apprentice at the age of twelve or thirteen to learn a craft, but he couldn't stand it and ran away after a few years.

The way he bragged at the time was exactly the same as that marine.

And her roommate only mentioned "Pelican Bar" once to them. The reason Hai Na had a deep impression was that only when she mentioned Pelican Bar did that elder sister not have that cheap, sly smile on her face for the first time, but was very serious.

What she said at the time was... to buy some materials.

Pelican Bar... is it a place that sells materials? Hai Na felt a doubt in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud.

She subconsciously felt that it was a bad thing, and she didn't dare to say it in Moriarty Manor—especially under the gaze of that elven butler.

For a moment, Hai Na was also a little tempted. She had never dared to come to this kind of place before, partly because she was afraid of spending money, and partly because she was afraid of danger.

But now, she had become stronger. She was also wearing armor representing justice and glory, and Iver had investigation funds in his hands—she could finally go to the places she had been curious about but had no chance to see!

After all, this was her first independent investigation. Hai Na didn't have any investigative ideas either. She only mentioned the warehouse and Stone Arch Park because she happened to remember these two locations.

Even Director Kent didn't ask her to get any important information in this investigation, but just asked her to protect Iver and not to be rash.

—Of course she would protect him! She would even without special instructions!

"Lloyd District it is, let's go!"

Hai Na responded readily: "I will protect you—if any ignorant thieves dare to cause you trouble, I will let them know what the punishment of law and justice is!"

Only when talking about this topic was her voice loud and clear... even eager.

With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises.

This was all within Iver's expectations.

After training for so long, and having his level raised to this level, but never having truly fought against an enemy... it was normal to be a little excited.

"So, are you ready to kill, senior?"

Iver narrowed his eyes like a fox, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was not known whether it was kind or sarcastic.

Hai Na was stunned when she heard this.

Immediately, she said seriously: "In fact, I have already killed someone."

Oh? Iver raised his eyebrows.

This was an unexpected answer.

"Then let's go."

He didn't ask any further questions, but said softly: "My legs are not working well, so I'll have to trouble you to push me."

"It's what I should do."

Hai Na breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied.

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