[Pebble: Small stones commonly found in Yharnam, which can be thrown at people for a thrilling and exciting experience.]
Although Goki no longer feared the so-called Five Dog Slaughter Array after becoming an Old Hunter in the Late Stage, when he first arrived in Yharnam, it was difficult for him to deal with even two locals at once. Locals with dogs had killed him countless times.
Therefore, the small stones of Yharnam became a good way to attract enemy attention and divide their positions, and it was also one of Goki's few non-lethal attack methods.
The remaining weapons... throwing knives, poisoned throwing knives, and napalm bombs, although pitifully low in damage in the game, were all capable of killing people in reality when aimed correctly.
No matter how brilliant Parvis was, even a Genius was stabbed to death by Goki with a throwing knife—people die when they are killed, after all.
However, using it to knock down a little guy who had been peeking at him was incredibly convenient.
"Nona 'Gardener,' I didn't know that gardeners would completely fixate on us shortly after we entered this district—what do you want?"
Looking at the brown-haired Liberi girl in front of him, Goki narrowed his eyes and showed a friendly smile.
Although she looked dirty, the little bird's light yellow eyes were exceptionally bright and full of vitality—he recognized this child.
Soon after entering the Slums, Goki's sensitive Hunter instincts detected many gazes.
Although the street was empty, every few broken rooms projected glances.
They might be residents who had finally found a temporary residence and were working hard at odd jobs; or thugs standing guard, wary of other Gangs; or robbers looking for innocent passersby, seeking easy targets to rob.
These gazes were either wary, fearful, or greedy—just like the gazes from the windows when Goki hunted in Yarnam.
Generally speaking, as long as there was no desire to attack, Goki always ignored such gazes.
Moreover, when the police from the Smokestone Administration launched their arrest operation earlier, these gazes instantly disappeared, showing great cowardice.
However, among a host of hostile gazes, the last one that remained, devoid of hostility and filled with curiosity, stood out even more.
Goki simply tossed a small stone and easily knocked the little bird down.
"Yes, why are you following us?!"
Skadi stood beside Goki, hands on her hips, chewing candy, and widening her big eyes, cheering him on.
For people without hostility, the Abyssal Hunter also noticed them, but generally ignored them. However, since Goki had called her out, Skadi certainly had to do something.
"No, not at all, I wasn't specifically following you two—I'm just an ordinary little girl, very ordinary, right?"
Patting her somewhat dirty clothes, the brown-haired girl stood up, a well-behaved smile on her face.
"I just… saw that you were looking for a way, Big Brother, Big Sister. In this district, map navigation isn't very useful. If you want to find any place, I can help!"
Tilting her small head, the Liberi girl, whose height reached Goki's chest, straightened up, patted her exceptionally flat chest, and offered her services.
"Just call me Kafka. I may not know about other places, but at least in these few districts, I know all the places inside out. With just a small fee, I can take you to your destination!"
Looking at the two outsiders from outside the Slums, Kafka tried her best to appear well-behaved.
"This isn't like other major districts; there are many vicious villains here. If it's just the two of you, you could easily be robbed, and you might even lose your lives! Even the cops don't dare to go deep in here."
As an orphan who grew up on communal meals, Kafka had lived in the lower parts of this city since childhood, mingling among these Gang members, maintaining a self-preserving stance.
She didn't want to engage in murder and robbery, so she chose to become an information broker, independent of the various Gangs. Perhaps because she was weak enough, she lived quite well.
Today, hearing that the Smokestone Administration had launched another round of arrests, Kafka naturally ran to the outskirts of the Slums to gather information.
As a result, she saw these two unfamiliar faces directly entering the lower district.
Looking at the large bag of snacks the young white-haired girl was carrying, the branded goods on both of them, and their completely unguarded movements, Kafka knew that these two people were completely unaware of the dangers in the Slums.
[Ordinary citizens understand the dangers of street thugs. This tall man and this little girl... they have no common sense at all. Could they be the Nona and Young Master of some company? That shouldn't be; at least they should have some bodyguards.]
No, to be precise, these two guys must be a Young Master and Nona from another city.
The white-haired girl was even wearing a small vest with "I Love Saint Fokos" written on it, which is sold in the commercial streets near customs.
Wearing this kind of clothing means you're an outsider who can be easily exploited—and they actually dared to wear it and run into the Slums. Isn't that clearly advertising themselves as easy targets?!
No matter how Kafka thought about it, she felt that if these two guys blundered into the Slums like this, their outcome would definitely be terrible.
Both to earn some extra money and to prevent these two greenhorns from dying for no clear reason, Kafka quietly followed them.
But unexpectedly, just as Kafka was about to appear before them, the man suddenly hit her with a small stone, causing her to fall directly from the tree—he was quite perceptive.
"So, what do you think?"
Putting on a sincere expression, Kafka looked at the young couple in front of her and winked at them.
"Is that so—"
Looking at the seemingly well-behaved small girl in front of him, Goki curled his lips—the world was indeed small.
Of course, Goki recognized the little girl in front of him—the future Rhodes Island Special Operator, Columbia's information broker, an interesting Liberi.
However, Goki didn't expect that six years ago, she looked exactly the same as she did in the main story six years later.
Arriving in Terra, Goki had seen many familiar faces. Most of them were younger than he remembered, but Kafka in front of him looked no different from her portrait.
Six years had passed, she hadn't grown taller, her chest hadn't developed, and it seemed she would forever have the physique of a legal loli—which seemed pretty good?
Don't ask, if you ask, they are all wives. All Rhodes Island female Operators over fourteen are wives—even those from Reunion Movement!
"Alright then, little friend—I want to find someone at this place. Can you lead me to the nearest path? Price is negotiable."
Without much thought, Goki nodded in agreement and handed his phone to Kafka.
He was originally a terrible navigator, having died countless times in Yharnam before memorizing the terrain, which was ten thousand times more complex than in the game. Arriving in a mobile city even larger than Yharnam, he was completely lost.
Now that a local expert appeared before him, Goki was naturally happy to have an extra guide.
Of course, he didn't mention Kaltsit's name. That Big Sister had countless enemies all over the world, and Goki didn't want to bring unnecessary trouble.
"Hey, I'm not a child! I'm already 18, and although I can't buy alcohol yet, I have the right to vote—though no matter who gets elected, they won't care about this damn place."
Glaring at Goki, Kafka didn't particularly like being treated like a child—but it seemed everyone did.
"Ah, that place, I've been there once… Shall we go?"
However, when she saw the coordinates Kaltsit sent to Goki, Kafka's previously well-behaved attitude suddenly became somewhat serious, and she couldn't help but glance at the two "greenhorns."
Recently, many people had indeed asked her about a certain name, inquiring where she lived, but Kafka had never revealed the exact address.
A good person lived there—although Kafka didn't like going there.
And just as she hesitated, a violent shout suddenly came from deep within an alley not far from them, followed by a flurry of footsteps.
"Ha, I finally found you, you little brat—Kafka! I advise you to tell us the address of that stinking bitch soon; my patience is limited!"
Not far away, a tall, masked Sarkaz thug was holding a rather informal knife, pointing it at Kafka.
Behind him, nearly ten Sarkaz, armed with baseball bats, folding chairs, and cleavers, glared menacingly at Kafka.
"Wow, why is it—I told you, I don't know where she lives at all, information brokers aren't omnipotent!"
Immediately showing a well-behaved but easily discernible fake smile, Kafka quickly waved her hands, softly telling the two greenhorns beside her to leave quickly.
"You two, do you know which way those Smokestone Administration cops ran—run that way now, and don't come back here for a while! I have my own way to get out!"
Pulling a small cube from her waist, Kafka anxiously urged Goki and Skadi.
"You won't escape today, Kafka, even if someone protects you, I swear I'll let you know the methods of the Sarkaz—my employer wants me to bring Kaltsit, and none of you can cover for her!"
Taking down the greatsword from his back, the Sarkaz thug, however, uttered a name familiar to Goki and Skadi.
This plot seemed a bit familiar—it felt like this scene also played out when they first arrived in Sargon, didn't it?
"Ah—it truly came without effort. She has quite a few enemies. Skadi, don't kill anyone."
"It only adds trouble for us. If it weren't for you, Goki, I wouldn't want to help her—I'll try my best."
Goki sighed, clenched his fist, and took out his surprisingly elegant retractable cane.
Skadi, on the other hand, simply clenched her fists and pouted unhappily—although she knew Goki needed Kaltsit's help, she was still particularly displeased.
"Hey, hey, didn't I tell you to leave? Don't go courting death, those are Sarkaz—"
Seeing these two foreign tourists just walk straight up, with the girl even holding a large bag of expensive snacks, Kafka quickly tried to stop them.
Bang—
But when Skadi swung the snack bag in a full circle, directly sending a Sarkaz flying, Kafka could only gulp, swallowing her saliva.
These two greenhorns who looked completely like tourists… they're incredibly fierce!
The despicable outsiders are going to start bullying the local residents again.
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