Chapter 146 - The Rise Of The Corrupted Detective (1/2)

On a bustling morning near the fountain in the middle of somewhere within the Dorian Citadel, Robert blended in the background with an easel, small improvised chair, and a nice painter's hat. He would look really friendly with a smile if not for an excessive face scarf and an alchemist goggle that made him somewhat blended even more?

From outside, nobody would know what he stared or whether he was smiling behind the cloth.

'The marked location had been fully prepared, now I only need a legit Usurper to bait.'

His eyes wander from person to person, one of them was a busty well-built female feline with a somewhat tattered outfit, with menacing otherworldly dragon plated arms and legs. She was nonchalantly eating a whole skewered street bbq on both hands. Robert wanted to look at another target but this woman had some serious muscles of pure effort. Although the only thing that made it stand out was the fact that she carried a whole mini shrine strapped onto her back.

'The description of a Usurper is a superhuman and this foreign screen in my eye described the face to face situation when meeting one of them to be unfair. She must be one of those Usurpers with that physique.'

Although he was wrong about Usurper needing to have beautiful muscles, Robert had found his target. By theory, he had to emit any kind of animosity intent or intense staring. His goggles made people didn't know which way he was gazing. By facing in another direction, he cornered his pupils and began to stare at the feline excessively.

The feline stopped and began glancing back suspiciously. It seemed like Robert's staring behind the goggles was perceived by his target. The silver haired feline faced at him and began walking into his direction.

'Great perception, another sign to check off.'

But before the fit feline was able to reach him, another muscly man suddenly appeared and blocked half of Robert's vision.

”Mr. Painter! I want some sketches of my gorgeous body, please!” The man threw a mid rank crystal at the mug beside him, he then opened his patterned battle robe with some segmented protection and held it by his waist. The man then started to flex his muscles.

The feline felt deterred and began to walk away in the opposite direction. Robert's disappointment was unfathomable. Another heavy sigh had been hurled.

'Gosh-darned bullock!'

As he painted the man onto the sketch almost realistically, he realized that the person he painted could actually be the Usurper he searched for.

”Mister, do you happen to be a Usurper?” Robert casually asked him while simultaneously working on the painting.

”Golden Orb Stage, of course! Comrade! Do you need anything? Considering that it's weird for a street painter like you to ask such things.”

”Indeed I do.” Robert stopped painting, knowing that he had purposely brought insufficient paint beside him so that he wouldn't finish his sketch. Without moving his lower part of the body. He then tried to reach for the canvas and painstakingly redirected the easel for the buffed man to see his unfinished sketch. ”As you see, I really wanted to finish your beautiful image but I'm running out of a unique kind of oil paint that made your muscle look protruding from the image.”

”Man, this is one hell of an unfinished paint. It would be a waste if you didn't finish this one, especially with how stunning your art style is... Want me to buy them for you?”

”Well, you can't buy them from a normal vendor, you see. I'm actually homeless and my temporary settlement is down on the west alley near the market, let me go there to restock my painting equipment—”

Robert then tried to stand up, he acted as if something was wrong with his legs. He made himself stand unstable and then fumbled over as the man caught his hands.

”Are you okay?” The Usurper was genuinely worried.

”I-I'm fine, it's an inherited disease and I think it began to act up.”

”Man, how about I go there and you wait for me here? Only a few street painters are as skillful as you, I admire your talent so let me help you!”

If not because of the face scarf and the Victorian goggles, the man in front of Robert would be terrified of the devilish wide grin he made.

With some lengthy description of the pathway, Robert gave him the path he needed to take to reach his secluded fake shelter.

Before the man left, Robert asked him, ”What is your name?”

”Dunir Pail, how about yours? Lanky man.”

”I'm Jack.” Robert paused before continuing, ”Jack the Ripper.”

”That is one hell of a weird name, but I got your back, Jack.”