Lynette was eating lunch when she received a phone call from the security team. They gave a brief explanation about Tyrone, who was injured after being attacked by an unknown man. She quickly left for the specific location with the members of Unit A.
Tyrone was treated in a special sanitarium built by the IRO to keep him away from the general public. Unit A was the strongest among the security team, and they were assigned to guard the sanitarium for fear of a second attack. There was no one else there except the important people.
"How is Mr. President?" Jace from Unit A asked as soon as he saw Lynette coming out of the room.
The woman's gloomy expression said it all. "The wound is severe. It will take longer to fully heal," she replied, biting her thumb.
"When do you think Mr. President will recover?"
Lynette deliberated before responding. She frequently dealt with someone who was more seriously injured than Tyrone. However, she was surprised to find it was only one man who attacked the president, not a high-class monster.
"I can't say for certain because I don't know what weapon that mysterious man used. Any illness can be cured by my power. However, my power reacts slowly to the aftereffects of a monster attack or certain weapons," Lynette answered after much thought.
Jace then handed the piece of paper he had been holding to Lynette. Someone from Unit B had drawn the weapon they were considering.
"You must have known the president was stabbed by a dagger. This is an exact sketch from someone who saw it," Jace explained as Lynette looked down at the dagger sketch.
"I've healed the president's injured bodyguards. They should have figured it out by now. Did they say anything about the dagger?"
"Yes, they claim the weapon can move like a boomerang. That mysterious man also wields his dagger with confidence. I think the dagger is very strong. If the dagger is weak, then he wouldn't use it against the scythe of death."
No one would disagree with Jace's words. The dagger must have had something on it since the mysterious man used it to attack Tyrone.
Some hunters used similar daggers, too. Lynette knew the two-curved-blade dagger was The Haladie, a double-edged dagger from ancient Syria and India. The dagger was less popular among hunters because training in using The Haladie was very rare.
Most of them preferred ordinary daggers over The Haladie. Lynette found out about the dagger because she had to test her power on wounds caused by any weapon. Thus, she could tell how her power would react differently.
The Haladie did not have the tremendous damage that Tyrone's eyes were receiving now. The wounds produced by the dagger could be healed by Lynette's power in a short time. However, she faced a strange case today.
The mysterious man wielded the same dagger as the other hunters. His Haladie, on the other hand, was poisoned and modified to function similarly to a boomerang.
Lynette was certain Tyrone's injuries were not caused by the poison in the dagger. When she used her power, the system would show what kind of illness or injury the patient had received. However, she only found the dagger to be the cause of the damage to Tyrone's left eye.
"Didn't they say anything else? Like the dagger changes color for example," Lynette spoke after losing the idea of the dagger.
"They said the fight between the president and the mysterious man was very fast. Because of that, they had a hard time guessing what happened while the fight was going on. But they sure never saw the dagger change color."
The lack of information about the dagger made Lynette sigh and massage her forehead. She ignored Jace who apologized for thinking of a way to cure Tyrone. If she could not get the president back to health, then people would gossip about her and she did not like that.
"Send people to visit the blacksmiths around the world," said Lynette after a long silence. Her expression and voice turned more serious this time. "Also, please interrogate the illegal blacksmiths. You should find out who made the dagger."
"I will, miss. When do you need the information?" asked Jace, who somehow had a bad feeling about the mission.
"You have to finish that tomorrow. If you fail then Hector will be the one to punish you. I'm sure you know he is always going crazy over anything to do with the president."
"Y-yes, I know."
"Operate all security teams throughout the world. If you require official guild help and support, please contact Yash."
"Thank you very much, Miss."
Lynette glanced at Jace for a moment before going to the break room. She had to explain Tyrone's current condition to the people at the IRO.
Meanwhile, Jace looked nervous because the deadline given by Lynette was too short. He was worried he would not be able to find information about the dagger. Even so, he still had to try to avoid conflict with Hector.
Everyone at the IRO knew Hector was a big supporter of Tyrone. He always took action when something bothers the president. It made people dare not talk about Tyrone in front of him.
They often gossiped about The Dungeons and Gates Security Council. However, they did not dare to say one word about Tyrone. The reason was that Hector's power was quite dangerous.
The man could copy the power of anyone he killed. No one knew how much power he could copy. The scary thing about Hector was he secretly killed awakeners to gain their powers, according to rumors.
Because of that, people weaker than Hector chose not to bother him. Jace had gotten information from his friend that Yash was looking for trouble with Hector. His friends in the chat group joked, saying news of Yash's death will come in a minute.
Despite all the horrible rumors, Jace did not think Hector would just kill someone. However, he believed Hector would beat him up if he could not find out who the blacksmith made the dagger used to attack Tyrone.
Hector and Tyrone had known each other since childhood as their families were close. It seemed their families had a close relationship so Hector always supported Tyrone.
***
Radmilo had kicked Clem and Zivile out of his apartment because he had a schedule. After officially becoming a dungeon cleaner, he would start his job today with Team B. He was not surprised when he saw Dianella also come to raid with his team.
Team B had gathered at the guild building half an hour ago. Jim was still busy checking the preparations for the raid. The dungeon they were going to was the Forest of Death Dungeon.
They had to get Karm the Undead's core at the request of the Gemstone Private Hospital. The core was always needed every month for patient treatment. Hence, the Tasmanian Devils would organize a team to raid the Forest of Death Dungeon every month.
"Are you feeling nervous?" Dianella suddenly whispered to Radmilo while Jim was explaining the raid procedure.
Radmilo, who felt annoyed, had to pretend to be friendly. He smiled as he answered in a low voice, "That's how it is. This is my first raid as a dungeon cleaner. I hope I can do well."
"If you follow behind me then you will be safe."
Dianella winked with a smug expression. A second after that, she winced in pain because Jim suddenly came to pinch her ear. They argued for a few minutes before Carl finally announced the raid must be carried out.
Team B went to the dungeon using the car provided by the guild. They passed the letters from the Guild Union to the dungeon guard for permission to enter. As soon as they entered the dungeon, all of them, except for Radmilo, immediately remembered something.
The strange incident that the Golden Wattle guild's hunters had experienced had spread to all the guilds. That caused several guilds to postpone the raid schedule into the Forest of Death Dungeon. They were worried their hunters would also meet the mysterious man.
The Tasmanian Devils also offered Team B a postponement of the raid schedule. However, they all declined as the Gemstone Private Hospital urgently needed Karm's core.
"I know you guys are thinking about that mysterious man. Don't worry and just focus on the raid. He can't be in this dungeon since he already got the core a few days ago," Jim explained as he led the way toward the hole where Karm was.
Meanwhile, Radmilo walked behind with a straight face. The people on his team must never have imagined he was the mysterious man they were thinking of. He wondered what kind of expression they would show when they found out the truth.
"Everyone, get ready!"
When Jim shouted out the instructions, the hunters in Team B immediately put together the formation they had planned. Radmilo took one meter away from them according to Jim's instruction
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