"So, you don''t have it at all?" asked Aaron, trying to confirm.


    Daniels shook his head, saying he didn''t have thepensation slip. Aaron asked about the whereabouts ofpensation slips in other stores. Daniels had heard of someone selling them, but it was three months ago.


    At the moment, Daniels wasn''t sure if they were still selling it or not. Even if they do, the people buying it must be people with criminal records. Becausepensation slips are only useful for those with red titles.


    The door to Daniels'' office opened, and Elsa wore casual clothes: a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. She told Daniels that dinner was ready, and she didn''t hesitate to invite Aaron to join them for dinner.


    "There is no need."


    "I''ve found the answer to what I was looking for," Aaron exined.


    "Answers?" asked Elsa, confused.


    Not wanting to continue staying in that ce, Aaron stepped toward the door, saying goodbye to Daniels and Elsa. Daniels nodded, allowing Aaron to leave the residence.


    Elsa''s curiosity was high in her mind. She stepped closer to Daniels with her face haunted by deep curiosity.


    "What exactly is he looking for again?" asked Elsa.


    "Compensation slips."


    "Compensation slip? Wait! How did he know about that?"


    Daniels was silent as he shook his head, feeling sorry for Aaron''s fate, who had to continue to be haunted by the death threat from one of the major groups, the Night Liberators.


    The two could have helped Aaron, but their response was limited because of Aaron''s reluctance to join a group.


    "Hopefully, he can find what he''s looking for."


    ***


    Three dayster.


    A city tavern on the fourth floor.


    Aaron made a long search of all the shops across the city, but none of them soldpensation slips. His mind was filled with uncertainty, so Isabe chose to take him to a tavern to rx.


    Aaron''s presence became something different for them. People nced to the side, towards the tavern entrance. They clearly saw Aaroning with a red title disyed above his head.


    Aaron didn''t really care about it. Since he killed those people, he should be ready to bear the risk of bing an outcast in themunity. Isabe tried to distract Aaron by inviting him to order the food menu there.


    "Hey, you murderer!" snapped a man,ing in striding with three men beside him.


    "There''s no ce for a murderer in this tavern," heined, whispering sharply to Aaron''s side.


    Aaron''s hands were clenched tightly into fists. If only he hadn''t been trapped by Elvan and his men, maybe he wouldn''t have to suffer from getting the title of a murderer like now, nor could he get to the next floor quickly.


    This was Elvan''s fault! Death was not enough for him.


    "I''m not in the mood for trouble. If you want to stay alive, get away from me," Aaron ordered.


    "How arrogant of you, what can you do, huh?!" the man shouted, challenging Aaron.


    Aaron sighed softly, ncing strongly behind him with sharp eyes piercing and intimidating the man.


    "Jack, Rasputin, protect me from people like him," Aaronmanded.


    [Servant:]


    Experience tales with empire


    [Servant Activated]


    [1. Jack the Ripper]


    [2. Gregori Rasputin]


    [MP -24000]


    Two lights emerged from Aaron''s forehead, appearing before the man in a sturdy and authoritative manner.


    The people were taken aback; they could only gawk in surprise when they saw that Aaron wasn''t random.


    "If you can defeat my two soul servants, I''ll let you challenge me directly," Aaron exined.


    [Transaction sessful]


    [Item:]


    [Grape Waffles (1)]


    [Stir-Fried Rosemary Duck (1)]


    [Lime and Orange Ice Cream (2)]


    [Quantity: 4]


    [Buyer: Aaron Lewis]


    [Price: 3000 RL]


    [Information: -]


    "We''ll bring it to your table, sir," said the tavern owner, Aaron agreed.


    He walked towards one of the empty wooden tables on the second floor, unwilling to be in the same room as the hooligan.


    The situation on the second floor seemed more quiet than the first floor, although they couldn''t deny that Aaron had a red title on his head.


    "Do we need to take a reserved room for your convenience?" asked Isabe. Aaron shook his head.


    "This is enough for me."


    The waiter began to deliver the pre-ordered lime and orange ice cream, both ordering the same menu to start their lunch.


    "Did you realize something?"


    "What is it?"


    "There''s a girl following us from the inn," Aaron said, refocusing on eating the appetizer on the table.


    Isabe was curious. She turned her head quickly behind and watched a beautiful girl in a thick jacket suit and ck skirt appear to be hiding in the staircase hallway. She hid immediately, right after Isabe noticed her presence.


    The woman stopped her eating and stepped behind, approaching the girl in a gentle, motherly manner. Aaron chose to ignore it, focusing on eating the soft-textured and sweet-tasting appetizer, able to bring back his mood.


    Aaron asionally nced forward, seeing Isabe having a long chat with the girl. After 15 minutes of them talking together, Isabe invited the girl to talk with her at the table where they were eating.


    "Why did you bring her here?" asked Aaron, annoyed.


    "She hasn''t eaten sincest night. She followed us because she saw me shopping for foodst night."


    "It looks like she''s been waiting for us in the cold air and deste atmosphere."


    "It doesn''t answer my question," Aaron said, still focused on eating the Lime and Orange Ice Cream.


    "I n on buying her something to eat and drink. You don''t have to worry; I''ll use my own money," Isabe said.


    Aaron cleared his throat, saying he didn''t mind it as long as the girl didn''t trouble him. Aaron continued to sneak nces at the girl.


    Her face was quite pretty for a 12-year-old girl, but what was strange was that she always wore a pink beanie patterned with clouds and unicorns.


    Not only that, but her skirt looked bigger than it should, like the skirt of a noble''s ball gown.


    Isabe and Aaron knew her as Sokia, a strange name, to be sure.


    To their surprise, Sokia had a bigger appetite than children her age. She ordered 10 tes of warm grilled meat to be brought to Aaron''s table. Even when Aaron and Isabe finished their food, she still ate the meat.


    "Something is wrong with her. How can a 12-year-old girl''s stomach fit that much-grilled meat?" Aaron said, whispering.


    "I''ll ask her after she finishes eating," said Isabe.@@novelbin@@


    For half an hour, Aaron and Isabe waited for Sokia to finish eating. In the end, she finished it all and felt full while rubbing her stomach, which looked bloated.


    "She''s really filled up," Aaron said. Isabe looked at Aaron with sharp eyes.


    "I mean, she''s already full from eating all that meat."


    Isabe stepped closer to Sokia and asked about why she was starving like that. At that moment, Sokia told Aaron and Isabe about her identity and situation.


    "I''m not human," Sokia whispered, surprising Isabe and Aaron.


    "Not hum—"


    "Sttt! If people find out, they will arrest me and kill me. I thought the enemy of society was my friend," Sokia replied.


    "Did you just insult me?" asked Aaron.


    "I''m a dragon, still in the dragonkin phase. I''m really a descendent of the dragon race."