Chapter 336: Abandoned Street


    Trantor: Dess Editor: Efydatia


    After three hours of resting, Kieran went off to meet Lawless at the station outside the Harvest Inn.


    "Ready?" Lawless asked, sounding very apologetic.


    "Sure! If you could talk to me normally, and not like you owe me a hundred million, I’d feel more ready though!" Kieran joked.


    He was hoping to make Lawless get over his guilt with that joke. He knew that Lawless was thinking that he had put his friends into danger’s way.


    Lawless was unwilling to ept this. It was just too hard for him to bear. If he went alone though, then Kieran would have been the one feeling guilty.


    Kieran knew what he needed to do, and he was aware of the danger.


    Lawless had been helping him right from the beginning, so he could not walk away from this.


    After all, wasn’t this what friends were for?


    "Actually... Fine, I’ll shut up!"


    Lawless seemed like he wanted to say something, but Kieran interrupted him, his middle finger forcing him into a bitter smile.


    Lawless didn’t shut up though. Instead, he took out two cigars and lit them up in the rudest way possible. Then he gave Kieran one of them.


    "Here, have one. It tastes great!"


    "Can I say no?"


    Kieran stared at the cigar in his hand. The thick smoke had a strong alcoholic vor to it, and the moment he smelled it, Kieran realized he was too young to be tasting such a cigar.


    "Of course not! Try it, you’ll love it!" Lawless insisted.


    Kieran frowned, carefully cing the cigar in his mouth and taking a light puff.


    The smoke instantly assaulted his mouth with its spicy vor.


    Kieran started coughing uncontrobly, tears rolling down his cheeks.


    "How was it? Nice, right?"


    Lawless patted Kieran on the back hard, trying to ease his coughing, but his words only made Kieran roll his eyes.


    If he had not wanted to make the bastard feel better, he wouldn’t have taken the cigar.


    The taste of the cigar had been surprisingly good though.


    When Kieran’s cough subsided, he felt an unusual feeling bloom in his body. It was not the scent of the cigar smoke, but the refreshing sensation of trying something new.


    Under the influence of that new feeling, Kieran mimicked Lawless, holding the cigar in his mouth.


    "Congrattions! You are a man now!" Lawless said with augh, grabbing Kieran’s shoulder tightly.


    The duo went on chit-chatting as they waited until the Broker sent his message.


    "Old Strea Street? What is this bastard up to now?"


    Lawless frowned over the message before exining about Old Strea Street.


    Old Strea Street had originally been called Strea Street, and it had been a prosperous street where many yers had been "born".


    During its prime time, the street had had everything. Food, wine, weapons, armor, enchantments, potion crafts... Everything had been gathered on that street, which had been the favorite ce of the veterans.


    However, when a newly promoted veteran yer had provoked the Witch, the whole street had been annihted along with the yers who had resided there. No one had been spared.


    Besides some lucky yers who had been in their rooms at the time, 20 more yers within the Witch’s sight had been killed off during the tragedy.


    After that incident, Strea Street had been treated as a bad omen and slowly faded off the yers’ sight.


    Then a new street had taken its ce, providing the yers with a new gathering point, and Strea Street had been renamed Old Strea Street.


    The new street was Loens Street, the ce where the Broker had risen to power and wealth.


    "The old street was destroyed and a new one was established, which is also coincidentally under the Broker’s control?"


    Kieran raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. That coincidence sounded too much like a conspiracy.


    "You think it was the Broker’s dirty work, don’t you? Everyone thought so! If it hadn’t been the Witch who destroyed the street, the Broker would definitely have been a suspect. The only one responsible was the Witch though... Besides, who would daremand the Witch to do anything against her will?"


    "Plus, it was that fresh veteran who provoked her. The Old Strea Street incident was eventually treated as an ident. As time flew, nothing changed other than people’s fear for the Witch, which still lingers in everyone’s hearts..."


    Lawless shrugged as he told him the whole story.


    "Shall we go then?" he asked.


    "Yeah!" Kieran answered with a nod.


    Although he felt that something was fishy, he knew what he had to do at the moment.


    ...


    Following the Broker’s orders, the duo arrived at a broken old street at the side of the giant city.


    If Lawless had not told Kieran about Strea Street’s former prosperity, he could not have imagined that this broken street that reeked of a foul stench had ever been prosperous.


    Kieran carefully avoided the muddy waters by his feet.


    "This ce has obviously undergone some reconstruction. Why did it stop though?" Kieran asked in confusion when he saw an unfinished building.


    "Because of the lost yers! The developer behind the city’s design was a realist. If any yers were willing to stay, everything would go back to normal, but yers are leaving, so this ce is turning into a wastnd. After that incident, no yers wanted to return to Old Strea Street, and considering theck of sufficient purchasing power, the yers who had originally resided here could not help but move away."


    "This is why the current Old Strea Street looks so ugly..." Lawless said with a sad sigh.


    "I see..." Kieran nodded, getting more familiar with the underground game rules.


    The duo picked a high spot, that was less dirty and wet than the rest of the area, and tried to avoid that foul stench while they waited patiently for the Broker’s next message.


    This wait seemed to be longer than the previous one.


    About 20 minutester, they still hadn’t received anything.


    Kieran and Lawless exchanged a look. Both of them had been extra vignt with the Broker right from the start. Now they felt that something was not right.


    Therefore, when they heard a series of footsteps, they both assumed their respective battle stances.


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    Dess Dess


    We will see Lawless’s true power (other than the firearms) soon