When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!
Chapter 103 - 104: Enmity

Chapter 103: Chapter 104: Enmity

Same gruesome sight. Despite only seeing one body, the cause of death looked very disgusting. The leader’s head was blown off, leaving brain matter on the ground.

The aide approached the corpse and managed to dig out the bullets. He placed the bullets in a bag and, as usual, reported the cause of death."Lord, the leader died from a gunshot wound to the head."

"It’s obvious. I’m not blind." The Lord looked at the corpse in disgust. "But how did bullets manage to kill this insect? Even if the gun or bullets are artifacts, it wouldn’t be that easy to take him out. The perpetrator leaving the bullets here means that it wasn’t an artifact... Could it be the gun?"

Looking at the ransacked hideout, the aide knew that the chances of finding the artifacts were slim.

"Sir... the artifact..." The aide felt a bit terrified. He was the only person here, so if his Lord got angry, the only person he would use as a stress reliever was probably him.

The Lord managed to find an intact seat. He knew what his aide was about to say. If he were the perpetrator, such a juicy artifact would catch his attention.

"Let it be. That artifact is problematic. That’s his problem now," the Lord said, his arms crossed as he leaned his head on the wall.

The aide was curious. "May I ask, sir, what is that artifact all about?"

The Hollow Accord Lord, despite being revered as a god in this organization, is quite ’approachable.’ He is either an easygoing leader or a maniac. He doesn’t put on airs... not because he thinks that you are of the same rank as him, but because he doesn’t care who you are or why you exist.

Organization... It’s more like a loose gathering of madmen. The real Hollow Accord is one person. And that is the Lord.

"Hmm, those old men found that artifact in an abandoned rift. It was abandoned because it is almost impossible for humans, even void users to live there." The Lord didn’t mind sharing the backstory of the artifact. "It was found on the tomb of a Great Holy Maiden. No idea if the corpse was there, since they didn’t dare open the coffin, but the necklace was placed on top."

"Based on what they gathered, that type of necklace is usually used in a wedding. The man owns the ring, and the bride owns the necklace. In their culture, they believe in burying the couple in one tomb after they die. This tomb, however, had two coffins, but the husband’s side was open."

The aide had goosebumps. "Did the husband resurrect from the dead?"

"Or it could be that he was dead but didn’t want to be buried together with his wife," the Lord offered another idea. "But what if the husband is still alive?"

"But their drama is not the main issue with the artifact. The necklace would always go crazy once in a while. They believe it’s looking for its other half." The Lord chuckled. "The guy who found it... good luck finding that necklace’s husband."

Seeing that there was nothing valuable in this place, the Lord stood up. "I won’t marinate with a corpse here. Let’s go up and get some fresh air."

So he and the aide went up. The manager gave them the guest list. Cail’s two bookings weren’t strange, but they did catch the Lord’s attention since they were beside the target. But he wasn’t the most eye-catching one on the list.

"Foggy bastard is here?" The Lord saw Mr. Quill’s name on the list. He looked at the manager. "This man—where is he now?"

The manager was a bit helpless. He didn’t even know what that man looked like, much less where he was. He had never entertained the guest and was not familiar with him.

"I’ll call someone to ask." When the manager was about to call someone, the Lord looked him in the eye.

"As a manager, aren’t you the most knowledgeable person here?" Then he looked at his aide. "Little Y, do you think this guy is neglecting his duties or is this normal?"

The aide was as helpless as the manager. His Lord’s trouble-seeking streak was at it again. The reason why Veyr was feeling close to Cail was because they had the same vibe as his brother.

"The manager manages the employees, sir." The aide made an excuse for the manager. He didn’t want an unnecessary bloodbath, and his Lord didn’t seem to be that pissed.

The aide was a rare sane individual at the Hollow Accord. Too normal, it was a bit suspicious why he joined the organization. But because of this rare sanity, the Lord loved letting him tag along.

"So that’s it." The Lord tilted his head. "If you say so."

He looked at the manager. "Call a staff member and tell me where this guy is now."

The manager, feeling like he was just sent from hell and back again to heaven, was grateful. He called a staff member, and fortunately, they had just seen Mr. Quill paying the bill at the cashier in the cafeteria.

The Lord walked in the direction that the manager pointed. And sure enough, he saw Mr. Quill talking with another man at the cash register.

Without saying anything, the Lord picked up a bottle of champagne from the side and hurled it toward Mr. Quill.

Mr. Quill wasn’t a teacher for nothing. After sensing the danger, he quickly dodged. The bottle smashed into the wall, sending shards of glass everywhere.

The other guests screamed as they ran out of the cafeteria. Mr. Quill looked in the direction the bottle had come from and saw the familiar mask.

"You!" Mr. Quill wanted to immediately attack, but then he remembered that there were civilians around. He had more considerations than that psycho."What do you want?" he asked, his eyes filled with caution.

At this point, almost everyone was already out of the cafeteria. The Lord picked up another bottle."Why are you in my territory? Did you disrupt my hunting mission?" His voice was displeased... but deep down, he knew it wasn’t Quill who did it. He just hated this guy for stepping into his territory.

In that area, one could say that the Lord and Cail had similarities.

But who’s crazier?

We’ll find out later.