Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Upon hearing this, the bartender stopped wiping the glass, looked up and scrutinized him for a few seconds, then pointed to the side:

"He's in pool room number three."

"This beer is for you."

An Ruowang turned and left, walking in the direction the bartender had pointed.

He doesn't really like drinking beer, and he's hardly ever drunk it; you could say he's a teetotaler.

He actually prefers sweet drinks to beer.

The reason for ordering this beer is more out of social habit.

It's like asking a convenience store owner to break a large bill into smaller denominations. If you're not a regular customer who recognizes the owner, you might as well just buy something directly.

However, with the widespread use of mobile phones and electronic payments, it has been a very long time since he last did something like this.

An Ruowang knocked on the door first, waited for two seconds, and then pushed the door open and entered.

Perhaps due to years of disrepair, the bearings creaked under the strain when he simply pushed the door open.

Inside the room, the two men holding pool cues stopped what they were doing and looked at the intruder.

An Ruowang repeated:

"I'm looking for Kasperas."

An elderly man with a scar on his face and a bulbous nose calmly gripped the pistol at his waist and asked in a deep voice:

"You're a new face. Who introduced you, young master?"

Kaspas knew at first glance that the man opposite him was a pampered upper-class person.

With that kind of clothing, that delicate skin, and that incongruous demeanor, she's definitely not someone who hangs out in this kind of bar.

You should know that this area is the eastern district, where poor people gather. Everywhere there are people who have to scheme and fight for their lives just to survive. It's a place where sheep eat people and the growing pains of urbanization are happening.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

"no."

An Ruowang noticed Kaspass's hand moving towards his waist, but didn't think much of it:

"If you absolutely have to have an introducer, then think of it as a 'detective.' I think you know who I'm referring to."

Rats have their paths, and snakes have theirs.

Detectives possess a certain omnipotent nature, inevitably having connections with all sorts of people.

Even Sherlock Holmes would use newsboys as his informants.

Since Isengard's secret gathering was held in this area, it must have been because he knew Caspas, a black market arms dealer. Caspas could even have temporarily sent people to the secret gathering.

An Ruowang will borrow Isengard's name here.

Even if he hadn't informed them beforehand, Isengard would have known once he received Kaspas's message, and wouldn't have cared too much.

Upon hearing the familiar name, Kaspass breathed a sigh of relief and removed his hand from his waist.

"Come in."

An Ruowang walked in calmly, and the person who was playing billiards with Kaspas knew the rules, so he skillfully put down his cue, left the room, and closed the door.

He picked up the pool cue and casually struck it, acting as if he were one of the group.

The billiard balls collided with each other, producing a sound that was both crisp and deep.

Kaspass glanced at the table and noticed that a ball had actually gone in after bouncing a few times. He gave a light, ambiguous laugh.

What do you want?

An Ruowang casually put down the pool cue and stated his needs:

"I need to hire a top-notch bodyguard, not an 'ordinary' one, but a 'top-notch' one."

Kaspass scrutinized An Ruowang for two seconds, then suddenly asked:

"You're probably not an ordinary person either, are you?"

The fact that the other person's eyes flickered at the beginning indicates that he noticed Kaspersky's action of touching the gun.

Even so, from the moment they met until now, the other party has always acted as if it didn't matter, as if he were in their own home, completely disregarding him.

"Everyone has their own troubles, and extraordinary individuals are no exception." An Ruowang smiled slightly. "Does that mean that just because I'm an extraordinary individual, I can't have bodyguards?"

Kasperz's attitude and expression improved somewhat:

"Wait a moment, I can ask for you."

After saying that, he put down the pool cue and limped away.

When he returned, it was five or six minutes later.

"He wants to meet you first before deciding whether to accept your assignment."

An Ruowang remained noncommittal, raising her chin slightly:

"Please lead the way."

So, Kasperas led An Ruowang away from the billiards room and into a card room in the bar.

Upon seeing the two enter, a pale-faced, fierce-looking man slowly raised his head, while the others playing cards stopped what they were doing and remained silent.

Marich, a temperance practitioner from the Rose School who was hunted by the Hedonists, is a Sequence 6 "Undead" in the "Prisoner" pathway.

Of course, An Ruowang prefers to call it a zombie.

He met Maric's gaze, who was looking up, and could see a deep malice in the other's eyes.

He knew it wasn't because Marich was hostile towards him, but simply the curse of the "living dead."

This curse makes extraordinary beings who become "zombies" crave warm human blood and fresh flesh, especially during a full moon.

The "Prisoner" pathway, with its significant negative abilities, is, as its name suggests, the first-rate prison pathway, and also the most filial son of the "Sun" pathway.

Yang Yi'er, step forward!

Even though Marich is a Sequence 6 and An Ruowang is only a Sequence 9 through two pathways, he is confident that he can defeat his opponent more easily with the help of the power of the Sun Brooch.

Furthermore, since both Marich and Sharon are temperance advocates, and their character can be trusted to a certain extent, An Ruowang decided to hire Sharon, a Sequence 5, as her bodyguard.

After all, if they, who have long practiced self-restraint, were to abandon their principles, they would most likely end up losing control.

If it were any other Sequence 5 or Sequence 6, An Ruowang would not have taken such a risk by contacting them now.

Seeing that An Ruowang and Maric had met, Kaspass, like his previous billiards opponents, politely left the card room and closed the door behind him.

Marich was somewhat surprised by the other party's nonchalant attitude, but his face remained impassive:

"Are you hiring bodyguards? Why do you need bodyguards? How much are you willing to pay for them?"

An Ruowang did not answer Marich's question, but instead intended to go straight to his goal:

"Are there even more capable people?"

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Marich's eyes widened, and the dozen or so people playing cards around him also looked up sharply, all staring at An Ruowang.

They didn't speak, didn't move, and their breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But at that very moment, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to An Ruowang, their gazes empty and cold.

Maric's first reaction was not anger at being slighted and offended, but disbelief.

Isn't this just saying "you can't do it"?

He was so angry he almost laughed!

He stared at An Ruowang for a few seconds, then let out a low laugh:

"Are you provoking me?"

Facing those gazes, An Ruowang didn't even lift her eyelids:

You've misunderstood.

Even as the atmosphere grew tense, he remained unmoved, neither lowering his voice out of nervousness nor attempting to counter the other party's pressure with a more forceful attitude. He simply stood there, calmly and slowly saying:

"I'm about to meet a distant relative I haven't seen in a long time, but I'm not sure if they have any ill intentions. Just in case, I need a bodyguard to ensure everything goes smoothly."

When money is no object, the stronger the bodyguard, the better, right?

The trip will take about three days, and I can offer up to £1000 for the fee.