Genius Warlock

Chapter 251

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Arriving at the 30th street in District T, Oliver expressed his admiration. Or rather, it was the 27th street of District T. The newly acquired restaurant of Forrest was larger and more impressive than he had expected.

While the old restaurant on the 27th street used only a part of the building, the newly opened one on the 30th street used the entire building.

Even considering the relatively low real estate prices in District T, it was easy to predict that a significant amount of money had been spent considering the murderous real estate prices of Landa.

"It seems a bit excessive... Ah, no."

Oliver muttered, looking at the crowded store through the restaurant window.

Inside the restaurant, several people were dining.

It was quite surprising that such a restaurant was doing well in District T, where the main population was low-income workers.

However, his admiration was short-lived. Oliver followed the other customers into the restaurant.

Tak- Tak- Tak-

Each time Oliver walked, his quarterstaff hit the floor, making a regular sound, and the neat yet atmospheric interior of the restaurant caught his eye.

Just like the restaurant at the 27th street, the new restaurant on the 30th street was more focused on a neat interior than on being flashy.

At least on the first floor.

‘But why do they all seem to be looking at me?’

Although they didn't show it externally, Oliver felt sharp eyes on him as soon as he entered.

A man and woman who looked like Solvers sitting by the window, an old man with glasses sitting in a corner, a young man in relatively casual attire that didn't fit the restaurant atmosphere, and so on.

Everyone was looking at Oliver in their own way.

Some were staring at him and murmuring, others were pretending not to be interested and glanced at him, and some looked at him with subtle interest.

He had received such attention occasionally after completing big tasks, but this time it was much more intense.

‘Why are they doing this? I haven't done anything recently... Well, as long as there are no malicious people, it doesn't matter, right?'

With that thought, Oliver looked for the staff, ignoring the surrounding gazes.

Somehow, there seemed to be many new faces among the staff as well.

"Mr. Dave?"

An familiar voice interrupted his observation.

Turning his head, he saw Al, an employee of Forrest Restaurant.

"Ah... Mr. Al. Hello, how are you?"

"Yes, Mr. Dave. Hello. It's been a long time. Thank you for visiting."

Al greeted Oliver sincerely, as his words suggested.

The uniforms of the staff had also changed slightly like the restaurant, and the current ones looked a bit better.

"The new restaurant looks great. It seems to be doing well too. Impressive."

"Don't mention it. It's all thanks to you, Mr. Dave."

Oliver shook his head at Al's words. Al's words were not mere flattery, but sincere.

"Me?"

"Yes, I would like to explain... But, are you here to see the boss?"

"Ah, yes. That's right. I came to see Mr. Forrest. Is it possible?"

"Of course, it's more than possible. If you don't mind, could you follow me?"

Oliver nodded, and Al guided him with his characteristic polite and refined gestures.

The place he led him to was the second-floor hall above the first-floor hall. Although it was the same restaurant, the second floor was a bit more luxurious than the first floor, and the nature of the customers was slightly different.

They appeared to be wealthy person, not Solvers, information merchants, or brokers.

Tak Tak Tak Tak.

As Oliver went up, tapping the ground with his quarterstaff, just as when he first entered the restaurant, the people gathered in the second floor hall fixed their gaze on him.

There was no one with ill intentions, but just as much, interest, observation, greed, and various emotions shone briefly but intensely.

"Please wait a moment.”

Al spoke to Oliver, then went over to Forrest, who was chatting with a group of old men in the corner.

Only Forrest seemed unchanged.

‘It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen him......'

Oliver thought as he looked at Forrest.

It was understandable, as this was the first time he had seen him since finalizing the contract between the Crime Firm and the Fighter Crew.

It seemed like he had spent more time on the Magic Tower job than he thought.

‘I don't regret it, and I've gained a lot of interesting things.'

Forrest, who heard a whisper from Al.

He politely excused himself from the old men he was chatting with and rose from his seat.

Ewan, the master of Smith, and the one who made the Meat Hammer used by the disciples of Human-meat Chef.

They had parted ways at the Angels' house, and Forrest had said he would take care of him.

"Um... He's probably in District X. He's like a rubber ball, always moving around, so it's hard to pin down his exact location."

Forrest, who usually did not show any signs of struggle, sighed.

"However, if you want to know if he is in District X, I can check for you."

"Then, can I ask you to do that?"

"Of course. After all, I promised to do so. But can I ask why you're looking for him?"

Upon hearing the question, Oliver immediately stood up from his seat and took out Bigmouth from the leather case behind his waist.

Bigmouth materialized, swelling like bread dough and sprouting limbs.

"Gruuuu?"

"That's... your Bigmouth.”

Forrest looked at Bigmouth with a mix of surprise and admiration.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would be faster to show you directly.”

Forrest gestured for him to continue, and Oliver asked Bigmouth to take out the object he mentioned earlier.

Upon hearing Oliver's request, Bigmouth's mouth around its head wriggled, and it threw up something.

It was the Meat Hammer.

The Meat Hammer that had consumed a large amount of Bathori's blood.

"It seems to have changed from what I saw before. The feeling too..."

Despite the bandage, the Meat Hammer, yearning for blood, could not hide its altered appearance and atmosphere.

"I had some issues. I wanted to ask Mr. Ewan about this and ask him for a favor.”

"Hmm... I'm not an expert in this field, but I have a feeling he might be interested. I'll try to find him as soon as possible.”

"Thank you."

"Thank you is always my part."

"Pardon?"

Oliver asked back. Even earlier Al said something similar. It seemed like everyone was talking in a way that was hard to understand.

"I'll explain in detail later... Do you have any other questions? It doesn't seem like you came just for this."

"Ah... Yes, I do. Could you perhaps help me meet Mr. Edith?”

“Edith?"

Forrest furrowed his brow, asking back as if the name was unexpected. Well, Oliver somewhat agreed with that too.

"I'm sorry, just to clarify, are you referring to Edith Rock who owns a large amount of real estate in District R and became a big shot by investing in Prometheus Corp? The one with the nice figure?"

A nice figure meant that he was plump.

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Edith Rock. Miss Jane's Father.”

Even though Forrest got the correct answer, he didn't relax his brow. Instead, he furrowed it even more.

"I don't know what to say, it's so sudden. Why do you want to meet him?"

"I have some business with him?"

Oliver answered vaguely, but Forrest didn't pry further. He was indeed a very considerate person.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I can't help you right away. I've never had any dealings with him, and as far as I know, he has recently been unwell again and is not active. ...Oh, you don't know? After his request last time, he suddenly got better, but now he's unwell again."

"I expected that."

"You expected?"

Forrest looked suspicious again, but shook his head. It wasn't the first time Oliver had been like this.

Even though he seemed to know nothing, he sometimes knew a lot and succeeded in surprising things.

"Well, anyway, I can't help you meet Edith right away. I don't have a direct line to him. If you want, I can try to find out, but it might take some time."

Oliver recalled Edith’s name that was written in Bathory’s notebook.

It was a bit tricky. There wasn't much time left.

"Is it urgent?"

"Probably?"

"How about asking her? I don't know the details, but among the people I know, she seems to have the highest possibility."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else? Jane."

(To be Continued)

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