When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!
Chapter 53: The Start Of Intersection

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: The Start Of Intersection

As they were searching the ruins, Cail encountered at least seven suspicious people. They reeked of rot and sourness. Cail avoided them at all costs.

Veyr had already forgotten about the Dealer. While he was smart, he did have the short attention span that children are usually known for.

After feeding the child, Cail remembered something important. Wasn’t he supposed to ask how to get out of here? How did he forget that? Probably because of how excited he was about the deal.

"But aside from discovering something wrong about the sister’s relationship, it seemed like Inshi’s man really did care about her." Cail remembered the trap inside the house. It was a physical trap, not a void one. Cail was certain that man would probably come running back.

"How sweet," he thought, but his face didn’t say so. He looked like he had eaten something disgusting thinking about that.

As for how to escape this void rift, to be honest, Cail was feeling a bit good right now. Maybe he’d find a way later.

Veyr peeked at him. "Brother, I’m feeling exhausted. Carry me!"

Cail looked at this little burden. Although he would carry him, the way this guy ordered him around made Cail think that this kid was treating him like a servant. Was he also like this to his parents?

He crossed his arms as he looked at Veyr. "You have been pretty troublesome. You walk." Anyway, he was not in a rush.

To be honest, this kid had been a handful. But also because of him, Cail discovered that some devices still worked. Even though this place was still abandoned, appliances here seemed to be wired to exist for a long time before recharging. Cail remembered the note that he read before... The Project Coreline. Did that have something to do with why the energy stored within the appliances was still there even after many years?

The door was still nagging Cail in the back of his mind.

"Why am I thinking about that? Even if there was something off about that situation, it’s none of my business."

Cail squatted on the ground and kicked a small pebble.

Cail was really the blessed one of misfortune. Because what he thought was a gentle kick was miscalculated. The small rock flew and hit a very hollow metal.

DING!

Cail closed his eyes in resignation. That was a loud noise, damn it even echoed as if fate was afraid that the sound won’t land Cail in a dangerous situation. Without even opening his eyes, he could already sense a lot of people coming.

Veyr sensed it too. He dropped the broken teapot that he was holding and rushed to Cail. He hugged his legs and looked around warily.

Cail, seeing his reaction, smiled. "Your survival instincts are strong."

This kid was very self-aware. Veyr looked up. "If you’re a menace, you should have the skills to back it up in order to survive."

The plants rustled and Cail could feel the shift in the wind. They were standing in the middle of a ruined church. The altar was shattered; its face was missing. Cail had a feeling that the statue where the God should have been placed was the statue of Virehn.

All the wooden chairs were corroded with time. The stained glass was the same as Cail’s world. The reflection of the sun hit it. Because of some discoloration, the glass looked a bit red. With that, the light it reflected made it look as if Cail and Veyr were bathed in blood.

Cail heard the church door shatter. He looked at the new people.

A cult.

That was all Cail could say after seeing their attire. They were wearing black robes, the usual go-to get-up of sketchy people and demonic masks. Cail couldn’t describe what they looked like, but when looking at them, he would say that they looked pretty much like someone who had eaten a lemon. It was a very contorted grimace that looked very demonic.

They smelled of sourness and death. Cail didn’t want anything to do with such foul-smelling people.

"But this smell does remind me of something." The Shards that attacked Jael a while ago.

The Shards smelled the same sourness, but it wasn’t this revolting, so Cail thought that it was just normal body odor. But now, it seemed like something was off with the smell.

There weren’t a lot of them. There were five people standing at the church door. Cail felt a strong oppression coming from them. It annoyed him a bit. The smell, the oppression... everything was making him feel uncomfortable.

Cail narrowed his eyes. "Let’s see how I can bluff my way out of this."

...

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"YOU KIDDO! Stop blasting that door!" Seban frowned as he looked at the Tyrant with disapproval.

Seban was Neris’s grandfather (the patriarch). He went there inside the rift because of the news about the War Bell Dealer.

"This kid. He’s giving me a headache. Can someone rein in this mad horse?!" he yelled at the group behind him. All those people were as quiet as quails. Seban, this money-greedy old man, was probably the only person who dared talk to the Tyrant like that.

Ainer looked at the rampaging Tyrant and pulled Sirae behind him.

Vale, seeing that action, clicked his tongue. "Is that your new girl? You’ve got a type. She looks similar to your past fiancée before she was toasted."

That provocation came out of nowhere. Ainer was immediately enraged but tried to keep it down out of respect for the elders. But just looking at his tightly closed mouth and bulging veins, it was clear that he was about to smash that guy’s mouth if he kept talking.

The Tyrant ignored them as if their existence was beneath his presence. He continued blasting pressure on the metal door to the point that people inside could feel the entire building shaking.

Seban became serious this time. He looked at the group that the Tyrant brought. "You’re not stopping your young master?! The VRA said to specifically preserve this place and not destroy it! We need clues, not destroyed evidence!"

An old man who looked like a butler from the Tyrant’s group had an unchanging smile on his face even after hearing Seban’s irritated rebuke. He shook his head. "Seban, you’re still as old-fashioned as ever. This door... just look at it. It’s made out of some unknown steel that the void couldn’t penetrate. If we don’t find any place to enter, how will we search for clues?"

Then his eyes narrowed. "Besides, our young master will be the son-in-law of the VRA chairman in the future. A girl can’t inherit a business, so the VRA will still fall into our young master’s hands."

Seban felt that the old man’s face had gotten thicker with age. He grinned mockingly at them. "How shameless. Who doesn’t know that the young miss of the VRA avoids your young master like the plague?"

This time, the Tyrant finally looked back. He stared at Seban straight in the eye, without any fear or respect for the elderly.

"Stop running your mouth, old man. You’re noisy."

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