The Devil’s Cage

“MOVE! You idiot!” the small, scrawny man running towards Kieran shouted.

Kieran, who was ready to move aside, raised a brow but still moved.

The scrawny man instantly showed a cunning face, as if he was telling Kieran, ‘Yeah, you better move!”

Then, just as the scrawny man grazed Kieran, Kieran extended his leg.

Bang!

There was no technique involved or whatsoever. The slightly delighted expression still hadn’t faded away before the man fell to the ground on his face.

The security guards then swarmed over and seized him quickly.

“You bastard! I’ll remember you!”

The scrawny man shouted loudly when the bunch of security guards pressed him down, but his shouts stopped right away and were replaced by a painful gasp.

It seemed like the security guards were quite pissed at this man after chasing him around the premise.

Kieran? He didn’t care about the empty threats.

Because of the recently aired ‘shaman’ show, Kieran purposely put on a disguise and make-up before he arrived at the museum in order to keep a low profile.

He was wearing sunglasses and a fake moustache, so he his real face wasn’t exposed.

The man would be hard pressed to search for Kieran once he shedded his disguise.

More importantly, when Kieran tripped the scrawny man, several malicious gazes landed on his body. Although it was just a flash, it was enough for Kieran to lock them down.

After quietly capturing these malicious gazes’ owners, Kieran related them to the scrawny man’s action just now, thus providing himself with a speculation.

If it were really what Kieran deduced, this scrawny man would have to spend quite some time in the station, but Kieran didn’t voice out his speculation right away.

Firstly, the timing wasn’t right.

Secondly, his identity wasn’t right.

The one saying this speculation should be Shaman 2567, not a bystander.

It would be natural for his speculations to be treated as some kind of ‘prophecy’ should he say them aloud, and…

‘It will be another batch of reverse energy!’ Kieran couldn’t hold back his soft grin.

What else was better than a great amount of ‘reverse energy’ for Kieran now?

A larger amount!

His brain slightly adjusted his plans for the night before he turned to Lyn Amie, who was also walking past him. However, when Kieran saw Lyn Amie’s one-piece, he couldn’t help but frown.

Even though Lyn Amie wearing a woman’s dress looked perfectly fine, but a man wearing a woman’s dress was something weird, wasn’t it?

But Lyn Amie seemed to be enjoying it.

“You seem to enjoy wearing your dress?” Kieran asked after receiving the ticket.

“Wearing make-up and dressing up as another person, don’t you think it’s something magical and something to look forward to?” Lyn Amie didn’t deny it, and instead shot back.

“Not really.” Kieran shook his head.

“You don’t have the urge to try experiencing a different life?” Lyn Amie asked.

“I don’t,” Kieran said, and didn’t want to tangle on the topic anymore. He walked towards the ticket checkpoint.

He had experienced way too many lives.

At first, he was still curious and anticipated each adventure, but as each of his ‘lives’ required him to perform his best in thinking and fighting, he hoped to get a little more rest.

So without realizing, he would go to Harvest Inn each time he finished a dungeon run.

He would relax and rest there.

Although Kieran would not accept a long period of rest, a short relaxation to charge himself up was very welcomed.

It was just that Lyn Amie didn’t know all of this.

Looking at Kieran’s back, Lyn Amie threw his tongue out.

“What a boring guy,” he commented.

The makeup artist then quickly chased after Kieran.

Both of them smoothly went through the ticket checkpoint, entered the museum and went straight towards the Curseman Vase exhibition site based on the directory behind the ticket.

Despite many other antiques currently being on display at the museum, both of them were only interested in the Curseman Vase.

In fact, most of the visitors shared the same purpose.

As for others, most of it was just a hurried glance over. Some visitors didn’t even glance at the other antiques; they went straight in and didn’t even know what they just walked past.

Therefore, the really crowded spot was around the display case of the Curseman Vase.

Row upon row of people surrounded the display case in the middle. Discussions sounded in whispers, and if the place didn’t forbid photography, the place would be filled with flashes.

With his eyesight at the peak performance of a commoner, Kieran saw the vase at the first moment despite the crowd between them.

The 300-years-old vase really had the qualities for people to admire it.

Under the spotlight, the half-meter tall vase glimmered softly, the gold and silver colors sparkling and displaying their exquisite qualities.

The Curseman Vase was slightly curvy and round but definitely not swollen and heavy. The lip of the vase was wide, and its thin, long neck was connected to an extravagant shoulder, but the lower part of the vase started to slim down until the very bottom.

Based on the records, Curseman Vase should have a concave shape at its bottom, but because of the viewing angle, Kieran couldn’t see it; the small, lively pictures of people seeding and harvesting on the vase were visible though.

“It’s so beautiful! Such craftsmanship is hard to achieve even with modern machinery, right?” Lyn Amie praised it softly beside Kieran.

“Some craftsmen are known as masters because their existence and works transcends their own era.”

Kieran then circulated the display case. After two rounds, he turned around and exited the museum.

He had completed his initial goal of checking the Curseman Vase.

Compared to the pictures, Kieran now had a more detailed image of the vase, but if he wanted to get more details from the antique vase, other than getting a closer view, he had to touch it with his hands.

Aside from the insane crowd forbidding him from getting closer, even if the museum were empty, would the museum allow him to touch the vase?

It would be unrealistic.

Rather than having unrealistic thoughts, might as well wait for Eckart to gather further information about the incident behind the vase.

The makeup artist parted ways with the vase with an unwilling gaze before chasing up to Kieran.

He really wanted to push himself through the crowd and have a closer look at the vase so that he could admire it with his heart.

But he didn’t forget his duty: follow 2567 24/7.

After Eckart promised him a raise and promotion, he had branded the duty into his soul.

Was being greedy despicable?

It may be, but if it didn’t violate morals and laws, earning wealth through a pair of hard working hands was something encourageable. Lyn Amie believed it strongly.

When the returned to the minivan parked at the street corner, Lyn Amie helped Kieran remove his make-up.

When the fake moustache was taken off, Eckart came back to the minivan with more details on the vase.

“2567, the museum curator contacted me just now. He wishes to have a meeting before the appointed time.”

“Meet me earlier?” Kieran turned to Eckart.

“Yes, I know it’s a sudden request, but are you willing?” Eckart asked.

“Sure.”