Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

It's not like Zaroth had much to do, so he decided to visit the address on the card.

"Let's recall what I know, I was clutching my head because it hurt, and then the man approached me and offered me the pills alongside the card." Even after recalling the information he knew, he realized that he didn't really have much of an idea of what he should expect.

"Well, if Elysia wants to look into it, it must mean that it is important, plus I really do need that money," he muttered.

'No seriously, it's not like I was wasting money left and right!' he thought.

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'Are you sure about that? Do you even know how many times you've gone out to drink with Roran and Zack?' Luna asked.

At the question, he could only stay silent.

'Not only that, but it's rare to see you try to save money at all!'

'Alright, alright, I guess I have become somewhat greedy in the past few months, but can you blame me? It's not like I had any access to all these things before!' he admitted.

'Listen, it's fine if you want to get drunk with your friends, you're young, so it's not like you have any responsibilities, but just don't be surprised if Elysia is reluctant to give you any more money. You can't blame her for wanting you to work for your money from time to time!'

Zaroth massaged his forehead. 'Okay, you're right,'

Making note that he should try to save the credits he gets from now on, he walked toward the address on the card.

"But this place is quite far, if I must say so myself," he muttered as he walked in the streets.

The more he got closer, the more the atmosphere seemed to get heavier. The surrounding streets were becoming dirtier, and the air was becoming harder to breathe.

'Is this supposed to be a poorer part of the capital?' he asked himself.

Soon after, he saw people wearing ragged clothes, their hair was dirty as they hadn't washed in weeks, and they lay on the ground. Some were rifling through trash cans, searching for something.

It was no doubt that Zaroth had entered the poor district of the capital.

Looking at them, he couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic. Even if he had lived outside the cities for most of his life, his living conditions hadn't been better. In fact, he'd probably had it worse, as he had to also take care of his sick mother.

'I don't want to attract attention,' he thought to himself as he quickened his steps.

In this moment, he was glad that he wasn't wearing the academy uniform, but cheap clothes that he had bought from the market before. They at least made it easier to blend in with the crowd.

'But to think that the address is somewhere here... There's no doubt something shady is going on,' he thought.

After about a dozen minutes of walking, Zaroth stopped as his eyes widened in awe, and he looked up.

He was in a poorer district of the capital, so most of the buildings were small, no more than one floor. But the building in front of him was at least five floors. Not only that, but it was clear that a lot of care was put into building it. It was made of stone and was decorated with beautiful premium wood.

Shifting his gaze to the entrance, he saw a line of people waiting. One thing that he noticed was that all of them were clearly homeless.

"Here goes nothing, I guess," he muttered as he joined the line.

He slouched and ruffled his hair to blend in better with the others, as most of them had the same messy look.

The line was quite big, as there were about 30 people waiting, so Zaroth thought it would take a long time for his turn to come. But…

A scream was heard from the front, and one man was sent flying. He hit his head on a trash can and began to bleed. It seemed that he had gotten a concussion, as he wasn't able to get up. Yet, curiously enough, nobody paid him any mind as they acted as though the man wasn't slowly dying.

Zaroth, of course, didn't pay any attention to it either. What did that random homeless guy have to do with him?

"NEXT!" a shout was heard from the front, and the line moved forward a bit.

A few seconds later, a woman was thrown to the side.

"NEXT!" another shout was heard, and the line moved again.

'At least it seems that I won't have to wait a long time,' he thought.

A few minutes later, it was almost his turn. There was just one man in front of him.

"Reason?" a bald, two-meter-tall man with broad shoulders, who guarded the entrance, spoke as he glanced at the homeless man in front of him.

"I… the pills, can I ge—"

"Do you have the money or the card?" the two-meter man interrupted.

"No, but—"

Without hesitation, the bald man grabbed the person in front of Zaroth and threw him to the side.

"NEXT!" he shouted as his gaze turned to Zaroth.

Zaroth took a step forward. 'Okay, let's see what happens now,' he thought.

"Do you have the money or the card?" the bouncer asked.

Zaroth, moving slowly, picked up the business card from his pocket and handed it to the man.

The bouncer took it and studied it. A second later, his eyes widened in both awe and confusion.

"You… how the hell did trash like you get a card like this?"

'Now, do I tell the truth or do I lie? No, there's no point in lying. Seeing as he didn't try to throw me to the side, it must mean that he'll let me in,' Zaroth thought.

"A man with a suitcase gave it to me," Zaroth spoke, looking at the ground as he made his voice sound uncertain. He was mimicking how the others had acted up until now.

"Do not lie to me. The only one who can give you this car—" the bouncer suddenly went silent.

'Did I do something wrong?' Zaroth asked himself. Why did the bouncer go quiet?@@novelbin@@

A faint echo of footsteps was heard from Zaroth's side, and a moment later, a man was standing next to him. Because Zaroth still had his eyes on the ground, he wasn't able to see how the man looked, but he could see that he was carrying a suitcase.

"Gentlemen," the mysterious man spoke.

"B-Boss!" the bouncer spoke in fear. "This guy has one of your cards!"

There was a silence for a moment until Zaroth heard a voice, "My card? I don't recall giving it to homeless… hey, look at me."

Following the command, Zaroth's gaze fell on the man. A second later, his eyes widened—this was the salesman he was supposed to investigate.

The salesman took a long look at Zaroth's face. "Weren't you a student of that academy?"

Feeling it was the right thing to do, Zaroth nodded.

The man smiled. His smile was cold, devoid of any emotion, almost like he was inhuman.

"I managed to get a student hooked? Oh, this is great news!" the man proclaimed as he took a step forward.

"Follow me," the salesman spoke, addressing Zaroth.

He, in turn, took a step forward. It seemed that he had successfully infiltrated the building.