A box of lemon cake can't change life, but it can bring a good mood today.
Especially when the two children in the living room heard about the cake and looked forward to it, the hostess, who was in her early thirties, was a little moved.
However, being reserved, she didn't immediately take the box from Lex's hand, showing an awkward but polite smile: "This, this..."
Lex smiled and handed the cake to the children who had already come to the door: "You're welcome, Madam, this is just a small gift for the children. Besides, I still have something to trouble you with."
Hearing Lex say that, the hostess felt a little relieved. She opened the door a bit: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Lex looked towards Room 5: "I want to know, is your neighbor named Kyle Gaden?"
The hostess nodded slightly: "Yes, Kyle, Drunkard Kyle. Are you his friend? Goddess above, that man actually has a young gentleman friend?"
Drunkard? That doesn't sound good.
Lex kept his smile: "He doesn't seem to be home. Do you know where I can find him?"
The hostess said unhappily: "At this time, he must be drunk in the Dock Area, because I often see Sailors bringing him back completely drunk."
Lex looked surprised: "Dock Area, drinking, it's only afternoon!"
The hostess sighed, as if remembering something: "Yes, Kyle goes drinking in the afternoon because he's busy at night."
"At night, he needs to go to the hospital to take care of his wife. Speaking of which, he's also a pitiful fellow. A few years ago, he wasn't like this. Back then, he didn't drink, and although he had a strange temper, he was very friendly to his neighbors."
"Since his wife fell ill last year, and it seems to be an incurable disease. He gradually became like this."
Kyle's wife is sick?
Lex received this unexpected information, smiled at the woman, and bid farewell: "Thank you for telling me this, Madam. I wish you a pleasant life."
He left Narcissus Street without any delay, taking a public carriage straight to the Dock Area.
Upon arriving there, Lex asked a few workers moving goods at the dock and found the only bar in the area.
Evil Dragon Bar.
At the entrance of the bar, there was also a burly man on guard. Lex stroked his chin and whispered: "It seems it's not the kind of bar that welcomes strangers."
Sure enough, as he approached the door, the burly man stopped Lex and looked at him warily.
Lex smiled and pulled out a 1 soli banknote, slipping it into the big man's pocket: "I'm looking for Kyle Gaden. I heard he's here."
The burly man chuckled and no longer blocked him, stepping aside.
Pushing open the heavy bar door, Lex was almost deafened by the waves of shouts inside, and near the door, several men were beating a homeless man on the ground.
The homeless man held his head, taking the blows, and kept shouting: "Is that all the strength you have? Women are stronger than you. I truly feel sorry for you, hahahaha."
Lex carefully walked around them and saw two boxers fiercely fighting on a boxing ring in the center of the bar. Dozens of drinkers around them raised their glasses, cheering for their favored combatant, and from time to time, a string of Tingen-style vulgarities erupted.
He came to the bar, and quietly said: "Give me a Nanville Beer."
The Bartender glanced at him: "New face, just arrived in Tingen?"
Slam.
He slammed a glass full of beer on the table. Lex glanced at the glass, suspecting that if he drank this large glass, he wouldn't need dinner.
"5 pennies, thank you."
Looking at the Bartender's outstretched hand, Lex directly placed a 1 soli banknote into his palm: "Keep the change, but I'd like to ask, do you know where Kyle Gaden is?"
The Bartender expressionlessly took the money, then looked at the people who were beating the homeless man by the door: "If you're looking for the Kyle who lives on Narcissus Street, then I think he's over there. Hmm, the one being beaten."
Damn it!
Lex couldn't sit still anymore and rushed to the door, fearing that Kyle would be beaten to death, which would cut off his lead for the potion.
"Stop it!"
"Stop it quickly!"
Although Lex's build couldn't be called burly, the 'Hunter''s strength allowed him to easily push aside these strong, muscular men reeking of alcohol.
He looked down at the ground. His mother's friend, Kyle Gaden, was curled up on the floor, holding his head. His hair hadn't been cut for who knows how long, his beard was allowed to grow wild, and with his stained clothes, he looked even dirtier than a homeless man.
"What are you doing? Why are you hitting him!" Lex looked around and pushed down another guy who rushed at him.
A man with a wide jaw said in a muffled voice: "He lost at cards and didn't pay. Why can't we hit him!"
"How much did he lose?"
The man spread out 5 fingers: "5 soli."
Lex took out his wallet, pulled out a 5 soli banknote, and handed it to the other party: "Now you can leave."
The man glanced at Lex's wallet, intentionally or unintentionally: "If I were you, I wouldn't take out my wallet. The Dock Area isn't peaceful."
"Although no one dares to target you in Evil Dragon Bar, you'll eventually have to leave, eventually go home."
Lex calmly replied: "Since I dare to take out my wallet, I have the ability to protect it, don't you think?"
The man said no more, turned around: "Let's go, let's drink."
Lex then helped Kyle up and left the bar without even having a drink.
As the evening sun cast long shadows of buildings and pedestrians on the street, in the bedroom of Room 5, Narcissus Street, Kyle suddenly sat up, glanced at the wall clock, and rushed out of the bedroom.
Soon, the sound of water echoed in the bathroom. A moment later, after showering and changing clothes, he walked into the living room and suddenly saw a figure.
In the sunlight that seemed to be burning, this very young man sat on the worn-out sofa. The setting sun dyed his short, messy black hair a wine-red, and his fair-skinned face had a faint, tear-like scar below his left eye. He was looking at him with ink-blue eyes.
Without speaking, without asking questions, Kyle suddenly reached behind a nearby cabinet, and when he pulled his hand back, he already had a revolver in his hand.
A loaded revolver.
He pointed it at the strange young man, who quickly raised his hands and exclaimed.
"Don't be agitated, Mr. Kyle. I'm the one who brought you back from Evil Dragon Bar, do you remember?"
Kyle frowned, as if he had a slight impression, then he spoke: "Who are you?"
The young man smiled in the sunset, showing goodwill: "My name is Lex, and I'm from Enki Town. My mother, Amelia, asked me to find you. Do you still remember her?"
"Amelia, which Amelia?" Kyle's eyes were first confused, then suddenly brightened, "It couldn't be the Amelia who married that baboon baron, could it?"