shock! I became the savior of the infinite game at full level

That was what happened at Dirkmont five years ago.

The tall young man pushed open the bar door, sat down at the bar in a familiar manner, took off the hat on his head and put it aside.

The bartender who was making drinks glanced at him and said hello familiarly: "Long time no see, Charlie."

Kver Charlie smiled back: "Long time no see."

"Still the same?"

"Well, that's troublesome."

Kver took out a few coins from his pocket and pushed them along the bar.

The bartender accepted it and quickly brought a glass of beer and placed it in front of Kver.

"How are you doing?" the bartender asked smoothly.

"Just like that, as the New Year approaches, there are fewer commissions." Kver took a sip of beer.

The bartender smiled and said: "It's normal. Even those big shots can't hang out outside for 365 days a year. They always have to spend a certain amount of time to maintain their marriage."

Kevir also smiled and did not answer.

He glanced at the crowded bar: "You are not affected by the festival much here."

"Most of them are workers from the East District. They have just been paid their wages. They still have a lot of money and come here to spend some money."

The bartender seemed to have remembered something, "I heard that you recently hired a new assistant?"

"...You are quite well-informed."

"Of course, we are one of the largest bars in the East District." The bartender winked, "Girl?"

"Ah, a top student who was just recruited by the University of Michigan. I heard that the conditions at home are not very good, so I used my spare time to work and make money."

"College student? You're not old, are you?"

"She seems to have just turned sixteen."

The bartender whistled: "Are you just doing this for fun or for training?"

Kvir gave him a warning look.

"Okay, okay, why don't you stop talking... A guest is coming, I'll go and get busy first."

Kvir waved his hand, signaling him to get out quickly.

After the bartender left, he casually pulled out the newspaper on the shelf next to him and read through it while drinking.

Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded next to him: "Dekmont Daily? Is it the latest?"

Kerver looked up at the date and said, "Well, do you want one?"

"Thank you."

"Need not."

Kvill took another one from the shelf and inevitably glanced at the face of the girl in front of him as he handed it out.

So familiar...as if I've seen it somewhere just now.

Kver's eyes unconsciously turned to the newspaper in his hand.

The front page is a report about the famous painter Elizabeth Campbell, and next to it is a black and white photo of Elizabeth with her work.

Kerviel glanced at the photo.

Look at the young girl opposite.

He slowly opened his mouth wide: "...Miss Elizabeth Campbell?"

The girl nodded slightly.

"Miss Elizabeth, your cocktail."

The bartender handed over a glass and asked in a friendly manner, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No more for now, thank you."

"That's what I should do!" the bartender replied quickly.

Elizabeth bowed politely to express her gratitude, turned and walked towards the corner of the bar.

From the moment she left the bar until she sat down on the chair, the bartender never took his eyes off her.

Kver really couldn't stand it: "Your expression now is like a homeless man who has been hungry for three days before receiving relief food."

"……You do not understand!"

Having said that, the bartender looked away honestly, "That's Elizabeth! She's worth millions at a young age! Do you know how much she tipped just now?"

The bartender opened his palm mysteriously: "Five pounds! He said he had no change, so he gave me five pounds!"

"Cough cough..."

Hearing such an impactful number, Kerver almost choked on his beer.

As expected of a wealthy family, their spending is generous...

He complained in his mind: "With her status, how come she is here?"

The East District is a separate industrial area. Not to mention millionaires, even some middle class people often avoid it unless there is something urgent.

"I heard that he just returned from overseas. Isn't there a new dock not far from here?"

"so."

No wonder I always feel like she smells salty...

Kver didn't ask any more questions and continued to drink with his head down.

After a while.

Another unfamiliar voice came to my ears: "This Mr. Detective?"

Kevir raised his head in surprise and looked at the young man opposite him seriously.

He has an ordinary appearance and a slender figure. The yellow windbreaker he wears is old-fashioned but neat and clean. He doesn't look like a worker from the East District... a reporter? Or a colleague?

It's no wonder that Kver thinks so. After all, his detective agency has just opened not long ago, and his abilities are not too eye-catching among the talented Dirkmont... In this case, there are only practitioners of these two professions. Can recognize his identity at a glance.

He said after careful consideration: "You are..."

The young man said nothing, only smiled and handed over a leaflet.

Kver took it with confusion and found that there was nothing written on it, only a strange yellow pattern printed in the center of the paper.

Several triangles are connected to each other to form a less than standard circle... Is this a cult symbol?

Kver was about to say that he did not believe in religion and was a staunch materialist, but he found that the young man in the yellow windbreaker had left at some point.

"...You're not really being targeted by a cult, are you?"

Kver shivered inexplicably, folded the flyer in his hand a few times, and threw it into the trash can far away.

"stop."

He waved in the direction of the bartender, "Another beer."

After all, I had just encountered such a terrible thing, so I had to comfort myself.

"okay!"

……

Kvir's eyes passed over the cultists with different expressions in front of him, then turned upward, looking at the night sky shrouded in water vapor.

The thick velvet curtain was dotted with a few stars, sparse but bright.

Not even the bright moon in the center of the sky can take away their unique brilliance.

Why……

Why do you suddenly think of what happened at that time?

Such thoughts emerged in his mind inexplicably.

……

the other side.

Chi Yu was about to take action when he keenly caught the sound of footsteps coming from far away.

She pressed the action and played the sound.

A young woman slowly walked into her field of vision.

She looks to be in her mid-twenties, and her facial features are not outstanding, but they are very soft and attractive. Although she was also wearing a black robe, compared to those cultists whose faces were full of savagery, she had an inexplicable intellectual temperament.

Chi Yu couldn't help but attract a few more glances.

Seeing Chi Yu looking at me, the woman smiled generously: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lucy. Of course, you can also call me by my other name - Shikodi."