A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 39 Golden Wind
Ankuya is the only one who knows Quinn's address.

This apartment was rented by Ankua through a second-hand landlord, so no one should know who lives there. Quinn was always very careful when he came back, even when he went up the stairs, he would look to see if anyone was following him.

Ankuya paid the rent for next month, and the landlord would not come to the house before then. Quinn had no friends and was an orphan. The only people who might come to him were the Church of Light and Xia Dai'er, but the Church of Light could not enter the city of Eswell, and Xia Dai'er did not know his address.
Quinn pulled Mista out from under the mattress, held the gun in both hands, and slowly walked towards the door with the muzzle pressed down.

"Mr. Quinn, I know you're home."

An unexpected voice came from behind the door: "I'm Tatsuya Murata. We met three days ago at the college interview. Please don't misunderstand me. I mean no harm, and I'm not following you. Could you please open the door first?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Quinn's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he held the door with his pistol and turned the handle, revealing a gap.

The man outside the door had an ordinary appearance, with black hair, purple eyes, and was wearing a long brown windbreaker. He was the Eastern Country arcanist who had tried to get close to Quinn during the interview that day.

"How did you know I lived here?" Quinn asked coldly.

"I happened to be passing by and saw you going upstairs."

Murata Tatsuya was interrupted before he could finish his words:
"But I don't remember you appearing downstairs in my house."

“Maybe you didn’t notice.”

"I have a good memory, don't talk about useless things."

Knowing he wouldn't tell the truth, Quinn asked bluntly, "What's the matter?"

"Okay, please believe me, I mean no harm." Murata Tatsuya laughed dryly and took a step back, revealing his hands and the lining of his windbreaker - this was an arcanist's gesture to express friendliness. His empty hands indicated that he was not holding a wand, and revealing the lining of his windbreaker meant that he was not hiding any arcane props.

"It's just that someone wants to make a deal with you. I'm here to pass on a message for him, inviting you to dinner."

"who?"

"You don't know him yet, but you'll know once you get there. The location is at the Lakeside Restaurant in Eastwell, right under the academy's nose. There won't be any danger. Of course, Mr. Quinn, you can also designate a location and then discuss it. We are very sincere."

“…What deal?”

Quinn's hand remained on the trigger, not releasing it.

"I don't know either. You'll know only when you go there, but I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"No," Quinn replied decisively. "Go back and tell me I'm not interested."

After saying that, Quinn was about to close the door.

"——Don't you want to know why Mr. Amamiya chose you?"

Murata Tatsuya whispered, "In the past three years, Amamiya Ningning has changed fifteen assistant teachers, and no one has been able to stay under her for long. We have some information about her that will definitely help you—"

".Who are you guys?"

Murata Tatsuya smiled slightly.

"Under the academy, the city of Eswell is divided into two halves. The council governs one half, and we govern the other half. Let me introduce myself again. I'm Tatsuya Murata, the arcanist of Golden Wind."

Quinn's eyes narrowed slightly.

When Ankua sorted out the five suspected heroes for him, Ike Capone's file wrote:
In the year 1450 of the Divine Promise calendar, 22-year-old Ike Capone established his own smuggling team in a small tavern in Westville. Initially, he had only five members: a driver, a waiter, and three thugs. Three years later, this five-man smuggling group grew into the largest gang in Elshville, with a core of 500 members and thousands of peripheral members. They monopolized the underground arcane product market in Elshville, and the underworld called this gang—】 【Golden Wind】

As night fell, the carriage slowly stopped on a winding but wide road beside Mirror Lake.

The waters of Mirror Lake are crystal clear, reflecting the three full moons in the night sky, as tranquil as if there were no ripples. Where the lake meets the foothills, a beautiful artificial beach has been created, planted with coconut trees and kapok flowers imported from southern China. Along the lakeshore, elegant, snow-white villas stretch out. There are few pedestrians, and the evening breeze is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.

This is the most central area of ​​Eswell. Even the neon lights of Cloud Avenue can only serve as a backdrop to these houses. Those who live here are all the most powerful people in Eswell.

Most of the luxury homes along the Mirror Lake are vacant. Their owners come from all over the world, some are princes and nobles, and some are the richest people in a country.

It is said that if you walk along the lakeside, there are four largest manors distributed on the corners with the best viewing angles of Mirror Lake. Their owners are the Branson family, King Luo, the dean of Grindelwald Academy and Emperor Philip of the Northern Continent.

The Jinghu Restaurant is an oval-shaped building, built on a high platform. It cleverly uses vegetation and coconut trees to cover the facade. From a distance, it looks like a giant coconut egg supported by coconut trees.

Quinn, with a cold face, walked into the restaurant with Murata Tatsuya, and was then led by the waiter to a private box.

Two men were waiting in the box.

"Mr. Quinn, we meet again." The younger one stood up with a smile and extended his hand to Quinn.

"You are the interviewee that day?" Quinn was a little surprised.

He was deeply impressed by this man. At the end of the written test, he was the only one besides Quinn who was still sober enough to turn in his paper.

I hardly took a break during the whole process and finished 60 out of 49 questions, which is almost complete.

He is the strongest person among that group of interviewees.

"Heh, I didn't say hello to you that day. I thought I was a sure winner...but I didn't expect there was such a strong candidate among the interviewees."

His attitude was far less humble than Murata Tatsuya's. He simply said with a hint of admiration, "My name is For Douglas, from the Minerals Department of the Clock Tower. You can just call me For."

Quinn shook his hand briefly, then parted ways, saying indifferently, "Quinn, no last name."

Immediately, he turned his gaze to the man beside him.

He was about fifty years old, with a striking scar on his bald brown head. The collar of his floral shirt was slightly open, and his black suit was draped behind him like a cloak, with the cuffs rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing his wheat-colored skin. He had the typical appearance of a person from the Western Continent, and there was a deep-seated fierceness in his eyes, making him intimidating without even being angry.

"Let me introduce you—" Murata Tatsuya said at the perfect moment: "This is Mr. Borna."

Borna didn't stand up, but just nodded slightly to Quinn.

"Sit down first, what would you like to drink?" he asked with a smile.

Although he was smiling, his tone was full of irresistible majesty.

Quinn remained unmoved, still standing there, looking at him coldly.

"—Forget the politeness. What do you want to do by going to all the trouble to find me?"

(End of this chapter)