Eretor's eyebrows squirmed and his lips were raised. Steven knew this was a sign that Eretor was irritated but he kept going.

"Sidney is a bad place for hunters to work. Besides, isn't it your job to keep otherworldly beings away from reality?"

Eretor held back his anger at the harsh criticism and answered, "I can't react to everything that happens without warning. It's not like I fully control them."

Steven glared at Eretor wordlessly and turned back to the window.

"I'm not here to blame you for what happened in the past. I've already killed them all."

Eretor then realized what Steven was trying to say.

"So, you are saying that since you took care of my job, you want me to keep the vampires from getting their revenge on you?"

Steven glanced at Eretor's reflection on the window and replied, "No. They crossed the line so I will take the price from their blood. I don't need your help with that."

Eretor felt like this hunter really had gone crazy, and it made him even more curious.

"Rainer told me before he died. He was ordered by their leader to kidnap ones with high spiritual power in Sidney to be used as offerings."

Eretor frowned. The reason why he left the 8th and 9th generation vampires alone was because he didn't want to make enemies with their families. But creating such a huge problem when they should not interfere with reality was unacceptable. They needed offerings? Then they should've just kidnapped them. Why was murder necessary?

And it was more problematic because the murders were done in such a fashion that was not possible with normal human crimes. Eretor was wondering as to why that happened and heard of an unexpected name.

"Dmitri ordered it directly?"

"Yeah."

Dmitri directly ordered them to kill the humans. This was against their rules. This gave Eretor the right to raise complaints to the vampires. As he weighed the significance of the information, Steven asked, "Shouldn't you at least stop it from happening in Sidney ever again?"

Eretor looked closely at Steven. There were various emotions swirling within Steven's eyes. Anger, fear, and determination. Eretor said, "Good. Tell me who's been targeted for kidnapping and I will send people to protect them."

"No, that will not work. What I want is something different."

Eretor laughed. Protection against an Avatar was close to impossible in Sidney. Even if they received assistance from the Sidney Hunters Guild, they didn't have highly experienced hunters to do the job. And with the ban of carrying firearms, it was even harder to fight the vampires.

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"Then what do you want me to do?"

"New Avatars, especially vampires. Tell me when they come into Sidney. Trace'em down and let me know, I'll take care of the rest."

"You really want to wage war against the vampires?"

"I know who were targeted as offerings, but I couldn't track down who they were targeting in Everfield. However, I cannot let them take those people either."

"Right."

"So, while we protect those in here, I want to track down the people in Everfield and get all of them a Stone of Spiritual Power Concealment."

"Oh?"

Eretor stared at Steven in surprise. Was there a hunter with such experience in Sidney? It seemed that he wasn't just a mad hunter after all. The Stones of Spiritual Power Concealment were only used by Avatars, and it was hard to get one in Sidney.

"I guess it's a sound plan. But it will be hard to pinpoint who the people are in Everfield. That's a large place."

Eretor walked over to his cabinet and took out a thirty-year-old Ballantine whiskey. He poured some into a glass and handed it to Steven. Just like how Jason offered dinner only to a select few, Eretor offered his whiskey in the same way. Offering a glass of whiskey meant that one had earned Eretor's acknowledgment.

Steven downed the entire glass at once.

"So, can I ask questions now?"

"If it is a question I can answer, yes."

"How did you get my number?"

"Old Jason gave it to me."

"Huh? He gave you my number?"

"Yeah."

"That old man, has he gone mad?"

Eretor frowned and Steven explained.

"This issue wasn't just any normal one. He figured it was important enough after I killed the vampires."

"Hmph. There's no need to make excuses."

Eretor poured some more whiskey into Steven's glass and then sat down on the sofa.

"I know you killed those two already, but the ones above them are much stronger. Are you really sure you can take them on?"

"I can."

Eretor looked into Steven's eyes.

"So, you used Cocktails."

"Yeah."

"You know that those are addictive?"

"Don't worry about me. I just want to ask you a favor."

Eretor raised his glass, signaling him to ask away. Steven spoke.

"If I fail, I want to give the stone to my sister so she can get out of harm's way."

"Right, they went after your sister too. But isn't she one we should be using the stone on anyway?"

"I know. Just promise me you'll make sure to do that."

"I will promise," Eretor answered. "So, there hasn't been a good hunter in Sidney until now. Did you register already?"

"No."

"Yeah, I figured. They would've contacted me if they found a hunter like you."

Steven looked silently at Eretor. In the past, he had known Eretor when he was working as a hunter. The world between the otherworld and reality became much closer after the Avatar of Amon took those people away. The ones that followed Amon turned the world into a mess, causing the Hunters Guild and the Avatars to work together to fight against them. That's how Steven met Eretor, Kim and Boris, and also Jim who wasn't here right now.

Steven got up from his seat as Eretor handed over his business card.

"You know my number already, but this card will help you in many ways."

That card would allow Steven to go into the many facilities that Eretor owned. He understood how helpful that card could be.

"Thank you."

Steven then walked out of the room, and Eretor turned to Boris.

"Find the ones he mentioned with high spiritual power in the Everfield region right away."

"Do you want me to go all the way down to Everfield?"

"Then, you want ME to go?"

Boris frowned and answered, "Ugh. Do you really think he killed Rainer and Viktor? They are young, but they are still vampires."

"He's a true hunter. I can see it."

Eretor poured himself another glass and walked up to the window; Steven was walking out of the building.

"And find out as much as you can about him while you're at it."

"I'll get on it."