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Chapter 17: 7: Armed with a Sharp Tool, the Urge to Kill Arises_2

Aiwass somewhat reluctantly put it on.

He had heard of the Strangler Party.

It was an upgraded version of robbers.

To leave no survivors who could trace them and also to increase work efficiency, they would suddenly emerge when passersby crossed sparsely populated areas or alley entrances, strangling their victims with a thin rope and dragging them into the shadows. After successfully strangling their prey, they would strip everything of value from the body.

It was not easy for citizens to report such crimes immediately, or even to find the bodies. Because the Strangler Party killed directly instead of subduing or intimidating the victims, it also prevented the possibility of being counter-killed by low-level Transcendents.

Although asbestos is carcinogenic... life is more important after all. And it's not like I have to be exposed to it for a long time.

It's just that my level is too low.

If I were at level twenty or thirty now, why would I fear those petty thieves?

Watching Aiwass put on the neck protector and drape a black cloak over himself, the old butler then handed Aiwass a thick stack of banknotes, "This is the investigation fund provided by the master. It's just the first investigation, so you probably won't need too much."

Aiwass could clearly hear, Hayna beside him let out a soft hiss.

He counted briefly. There were twenty silver-white, slightly reflective large bills, each stamped with crossing rods and a sword, and in front of them lay a white crown. This symbolized the god of authority, the "Silver-Crowned Dragon".

There were also twenty red bills of medium size. Ten of them showed five red candles and the number "5"; the other ten depicted just one candle and the number "1". These represented the deity of the Path of Devotion, also the god served by the Church, the "Candle Master".

This was Avalon Kingdom's unique currency, which could also circulate in other countries.

Indeed, she had lost money before. As a child, she lost her tuition money by carelessly running around on the street... which resulted in her mother crying that day. It was not a heart-wrenching cry, but a silent one, with her mother quietly wiping her tears away.

But that scene was deeply etched in Hayna's heart.

Since then, she never ran wildly on the streets again. Whenever she wanted to run, it felt like her legs were weighed down with heavy weights.

She carefully searched her pockets a few times before finding one that she felt somewhat secure to put the money in. But she dared not take her hand away, instead, she half-protected the pocket with her elbow, occasionally needing to use her hand to make sure the money was still there. Her other hand rested beside her treasured short sword.

With this vigilant posture, she pushed Aiwass's wheelchair away from Moriarty Manor.

"Where are we going?"

She asked Aiwass subconsciously, "To the warehouse where the incident happened the day before yesterday? Or to Stone Arch Gate Park?"

"—No."

Noticing Hayna's stance, Aiwass let out a gentle breath.

"Those places have been thoroughly searched. Any information to be gained you must have already found."

"We're heading east, to the Pelican Bar," Aiwass said.

"...What's that?" Hayna obviously did not recognize the place name.

Or rather, apart from the two streets around the Red Queen District where the university was located and the single route from the White Queen District Inspection Bureau to Moriarty Manor where she now worked, she was unfamiliar with any other area of the Royal Capital.

Her monthly allowance of 50 Red Candles, which was equivalent to a laborer's monthly wage, did not leave her the luxury to roam around the Royal Capital freely.