When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!
Chapter 112 - 113: Meh?

Chapter 112: Chapter 113: Meh?

The school had just started, but before the first subject could even enter the class, another chaos occurred. A student jumped off the building because of depression—or so they said.

Most students had already lost trust in the school after that Diran cover-up. Many suspected school bullying or even murder. The victim’s sister was especially adamant about making the school pay.

The only difference between the Diran incident and this one was that the new victim’s parents were rich. The school couldn’t just sweep the case under the rug.

"Why do I feel like everything has become a mess?" Iven felt exhausted. Stress at home, then stress at school. When will this end?

Cail was eating a snack beside him—and it was a raw lemon. Iven’s face scrunched up at the sight. He even noticed that Cail seemed to be eating the peel, too.

Iven finally couldn’t help but ask, "Why did you eat the peel?"

"I like the taste of zest." That was the reason why Cail loved lemons.

Oris was also concerned. "Is that really okay? What about the pesticides they use on it?"

"It’s alright." Cail didn’t care. He had already fallen from the 15th floor of a building; pesticides wouldn’t harm him. "Don’t follow what I’m doing," he added. He didn’t want to see them trembling on the ground with their mouths foaming.

"My mouth is watering from the sourness just looking at you. Hell no." Iven quickly refused. Just watching Cail eat it was already painful enough.

Suddenly, Oris flinched. Cail quickly picked up on it and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"The transfer student who joined our club..." Oris puckered his lips in the direction of the ’transfer student.’

Cail and Iven looked to the side and immediately knew who Oris was talking about. Iven was the first to react. His head swiftly turned. "That guy?!" He had no idea what possessed Oris to let someone as sketchy as that join.

The other guy had neck-length hair. His eyes were blank—like a doll’s. If Cail looked dead pale, then this guy was grey. It was as if he had come out of a black-and-white painting. His eyes looked so emotionless, they appeared two-dimensional.

Cail gave off a cold vibe that deterred people from approaching him. But that student... he gave off an eerie aura. He would stare at people for uncomfortably long periods, as if observing them. He didn’t look human at all.

Cail took his eyes off him and looked at Oris. He gave him a thumbs-up. "You really know how to recruit people."

There was him—someone who wasn’t right in the head. Then Jael, the son of an arms dealer. Then the guy he had just murdered. The plastic Sirae and now, this freak.

Cail even remembered that Auren wants to join them right? That suspicion guy seemed to be suitable for their group.

Iven nudged Cail. "Our group is weird enough already. I don’t know what people will say once they hear about our club lineup."

"They won’t talk about us. Our group’s too irrelevant to be noticed. There are too many issues going on." Cail really didn’t care.

"Hey, he’s coming over." Iven jumped closer to Cail when he saw the transfer student walking toward them. Oris also felt uncomfortable, but since he was the one who invited him, he felt it would be irresponsible to leave him alone.

"Hello..." Oris suddenly realized he didn’t know his name. "Want to sit with us? I’ll introduce you to them."

The transfer student looked at Oris. "Ilan." Then he pointed at Cail and Iven. "Cail Xeren and Iven Ysen?"

Iven was even more creeped out. Cail didn’t really care, so he stayed silent. Knowing their names wasn’t that difficult. Anyone could ask their classmates.

Ilan didn’t seem to care. He sat beside Oris and continued staring at Cail and Iven. Oris felt that this interaction couldn’t continue like this. He offered Ilan some of his food and asked, "Do you want some?"

"I’m vegetarian." Ilan pushed Oris’s tray back and continued staring.

"No wonder you look skinny and weak as hell," Iven muttered under his breath.

Cail glanced at him. "Don’t discriminate." Then he went back to eating his lemon.

This Ilan... Cail was actually a bit interested in him. It was rare to meet someone so obviously off. "Hello. What made you join the club?"

Oris and Iven stared at him, wondering why he suddenly became talkative.

"I like ghosts. I like the supernatural," Ilan replied. He pulled a lunchbox from his bag and opened it. Iven and Oris immediately wanted to run away once they saw what was inside.

When Ilan said he was vegetarian, they expected tomatoes, cabbage, broccoli, and the like. But this?! Why were there weeds in his lunchbox?!

Iven was honestly horrified but also concerned. "Man... is your family poor? If so, don’t worry. Lunch is on us."

He couldn’t believe someone would choose to eat grass when given the option to eat real food.

But Ilan shook his head. "No, thank you. I like grass. I feel sad and sympathetic toward animals. I can empathize with their fear."

If that’s the case, then at least eat fruits or vegetables! Iven thought Cail eating lemon peel was already bad enough—but Ilan, who was eating grass, was the limit.

Don’t try to fool him by saying it’s some special kind of grass! He could still see soil on the roots.

Cail looked more closely at Ilan. He wasn’t actually as skinny as Iven said. His exposed arms were muscular. The reason he looked weak was because of his oversized uniform and long torso. This guy could probably beat ten Ivens.

Iven had no idea how long Cail had been imagining hypothetical combat strength. He was still stuck on what Ilan was eating. "Now you feel like a goat or a cow..." he muttered.

Ilan looked at him. Just when Iven thought he had offended him and was about to apologize, Ilan suddenly smiled.

"Meh meh."

Iven’s mouth twitched. "Hahaha."

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