Genius Warlock

Chapter 265

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Once the deal was done, Ewan stuffed the meat hammer into his cloak and stood up from his seat to leave the warehouse.

“I'm not sure when, but I'll contact you later.”Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

He spoke so cheerily, it was hard to believe he was the man who'd just been shackled and imprisoned.

Joe, who had been standing guard outside the warehouse, looked questioningly at Oliver, who nodded in reassurance.

Seeing this, Joe made no attempt to stop Ewan.

"It was nice meeting you too. Enjoyed the free drink.”

After giving Joe's chest a light pat, Ewan left the scene. Joe observed Ewan's departure, his face displaying a disgruntled expression.

Once Ewan was out of sight, Joe cautiously approached and asked, “......Has the conversation concluded satisfactorily?”

Forrest looked at Oliver as if deferring the answer, and Oliver tactfully responded.

"Yes, I think it ended well.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, may I ask what was discussed?”

Joe asked very politely. It was not merely a show of courtesy, but genuine.

Just when Oliver was struggling where to begin explaining, Forrest chimed in.

“Dave showed him an interesting black magic item, and he agreed to modify it."

Oliver nodded in agreement.

"Ah, I see....... So, isn’t it dangerous? He just left, didn't he?”

“He can't modify it here, He must go to District Z to do it.”

“District Z?”

Confusion etched across his face, Joe furrowed his brows, a natural response to the situation.

District X had a notorious reputation, even within Landa, but it still fell within the boundaries of common sense.

However, beyond District Y, lay unexplored territory, with District Z being treated as an ominous and treacherous frontier.

This perception was not unfounded, as mutants, criminals, and dangerous organizations found refuge there.

The Anti-development committee stood out as the most formidable among them. It was an exceedingly perilous place, one that outsiders could hardly fathom venturing into.

Upon hearing this, Forrest shook his head.

"No need to worry. Ewan said he trades with the Anti-development committee in District Z, so he won't be treated as an enemy.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I haven't seen the trading personally, but I did witness their friendly relationship.”

“Then, isn't it more problematic? He might run off with the item. We can't even send our people to watch him if it's District Z."

“......? I apologize, Joe. Even though I am the one who received help just now, why would the Fighter Crew watch Mr. Ewan? This is my business and my deal.”

At Oliver's question, Joe was left speechless.

Along with that, Joe's emotions flared with confusion, hesitation, and fear.

Oliver could not understand why he reacted this way.

"......Anyway, I appreciate your willingness to help. However, as I mentioned, to modify the item, he has to go to District Z. That's the truth. And, he won't just run off with the item.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, he was sincere about the trade. I believe he's not the type to break a promise rashly.”

"Ah, yes....... I understand.”

Joe nodded without any further objection to Oliver's words.

He seemed to have softened considerably compared to the past.

Oliver stood up from his seat and formally thanked Joe.

“Thank you for your help, Joe. Thanks to you, I was able to meet Mr. Ewan sooner than I expected. I was worried about falling behind schedule, but I am truly grateful."

“It's nothing. I just did what I should have.”

Even though Oliver was the one who received help, Joe seemed more humble.

Something was off.

“Um....... May I ask you a question?”

“Yes, please go ahead.”

“You mentioned that all the suits are tailored in the same style, right?”

"Ah, yes....... We designed the style, and Crime Firm did the tailoring.”

"How did you usually get back?"

"I asked the taxi I came in to come back a few hours later. Today, I came in a car instead of a taxi, so I failed to reserve another for later."

"How about the car you got a ride in?"

"I can’t make someone busy wait because of my personal affairs, it's not good, so I sent it first. But, I think I made a mistake."

"That's going to be tricky. It's quite hard to catch a taxi in District X... Shall I call you one?"

"If you could, thank you. Mr. Kent."

Oliver said, looking at the beggar sitting in the corner of the alley.

He was wearing a worn-out long coat and holding a quarterstaff disguised as a cane in one hand.

Oliver looked down at him and asked.

"By any chance, were you waiting for me?"

"Would it be a lie if I said no?"

"Yes... How did you know and waited for me?"

"You heard how our poor brothers make a living, didn't you? It's not that hard to find out that you're coming here."

"Ah... That's amazing."

"Hehe. Amazing? And somehow I thought you would come here when you came here... Anyway, nice to meet you."

"I'm sincerely glad to meet you too. It's been a long time."

"It's been a long time. Actually. I came to ask you a favor."

"Ah......."

Oliver gasped a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

There was no case of visiting someone in this busy city without any business. Rather, this was natural.

"Please tell me. If it's something I can help with, I'd be glad to help."

Kent lifted one side of his lips and pulled out a bottle of alcohol hidden in his long coat.

"Can you have a drink with a lonely old man?"

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That was really all.

Kent's purpose for coming was simply to enjoy a drink and have a conversation together. He expressed that it seemed to be the only opportunity to catch up with the busy Oliver.

Oliver tasted an unknown joy from his words and talked about this and that about his life as solver Dave.

Among them was a tale of attending an upper-class party, which greatly impressed Kent.

He remarked that not just anyone could attend such an event, as it required exceptional skills, reputation, and presence.

Curiosity piqued, Kent inquired about a rumor he had heard.

He asked if Oliver took the lady he brought last time as a girlfriend to show off his wallet and if he became the boss by overpowering the entire fighter crew with force.

Of course, Oliver calmly explained the situation, refuting the false rumor. Kent simply chuckled in response to the explanation.

‘Yeah... Somehow I thought you would, if it was you.'

‘How are you, Mr Kent?'

‘I'm just living as usual.'

Kent revealed that he was currently expanding the reach of the Poor Brothers, establishing a new information network.

He had been in contact with the taxi union, forging an alliance of sorts with beggars from other areas, and even expanding his network beyond the gang by connecting with factories and companies.

Without any pretense or ostentation.

It was truly a sight to behold.

As the bottle of alcohol was emptied, Oliver and Kent bid farewell to each other. Kent extended a genuine invitation for Oliver to visit him sometime, expressing sincerity in his words.

Oliver promised to visit when he had time, returned home, and spent his daily routine again– waking up early in the morning, going to work at the Magic Tower, leaving work late in the afternoon, and working as a solver at night.

Just like now.

"This monstrous guy...!"

The mercenary, whose arms and legs are Golem prosthetics, shouted. Oliver quickly stuck to his side and replied.

"I'm sorry. It's part of the job."

(To be Continued)

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