"Bounty hunter? Kid, do you know what you're talking about?" Slanty Eyed Jimbo wasn't amused by the answer.
He just frowned as he expressed clear annoyance.
"Go somewhere else and don't bother me" he said.
However, Irwiz didn't budge a bit.
Instead, he looked at the slim eyed person in front of him indifferently.
He just stared, observing his features.
Clearly, this guy had faced his own share of problems. Not only was there a long horizontal red scar that went from his left ear to his nose, his left ear was clearly chipped, as if bitten by an animal.
Overall, he had a fierce but sly look.
Seeing the kid that sat beside him not answering, Slanty Eyes grew more frustrated. Then, he reached for his belt, and opened his jacket a bit, showing a revolver.
"Look, kid, I'm warning you" clearly, this would be enough to scare away any child from their pranks.
But Irwiz wasn't a normal kid.
Seeing Slanty Eyed Jimbo clearly threaten him, he didn't even show any expression as he moved his mouth.
"Try, and you're dead." his voice was a bit high-pitched, just like any other kid. However, something else seemed to be hidden within that tone, resonating slightly.
It was a voice very much unlike a human's.
Slanty Eyed Jimbo didn't pick up on that anyways. Instead, he was fuelled enraged by his words, putting down the newspaper in his hands, and reaching for his gun.
But just as he was about to pull his gun out, his hands stopped in place.
Then, it started moving back, albeit stiff like a robot. Slowly, it retracted his jacket, concealing the gun once again, before moving to grab hold of the cup of beer.
However, it was very clumsy, and knocked over the cup. After that, it seemed to have gained its consciousness back, and landed back on the table docile.
The actions of the hand was very rough and crude, but the eyes of the man revealed hidden emotions.
Fear.
Tenseness.
Bewilderment.
The pupils darted to various places, looking for places to escape to.
For a man with thin slim eyes, he sure managed to express a lot of emotion with his eyes.
Unfortunately, no matter how much the man perspired, or shook, he couldn't move from his position.
"Do you believe me now?" although Irwiz was still indifferent as he said this, the corners of his mouth seemed to slightly raise up.
Hearing the childish voice, the man no longer dared to take him lightly. He just nodded his head slightly.
"I won't do bad things to you. I heard that you have information around here, so I just want to ask you a few things. I'll pay, of course." Irwiz said, then retracted the strings.
Hearing the last part, the tense body of Slanty Eyed Jimbo loosened up and his face also seemed much more relaxed.
"Okay, what do you want to know?" Slanty Eyes asked. His voice was still shaking a bit but Irwiz didn't care as he replied "First, buy me a beer."
Hearing his reply, Slanty Eyes looked at him for a moment, before shouting towards the bartender "One Iron Beer!"
The bartender quickly poured the beer and brought it upon before them.
Irwiz took the beer and sipped from it a little, tasting it carefully. He wanted to understand the resistance of his body to various substances.
As a child, he should be pretty vulnerable to it, but at the same time he felt like his immunity had increased since his body's constitution had also increased.
The instant the beer touched his tongue, he felt a tingling sensation. After drinking a bit more, he felt a hot sensation spreading throughout his throat and stomach - his immunity hadn't changed a bit.
If not, Irwiz could be even more susceptible to alcohol now.
"So tell me, what is the reason a heretic like you is seeking me?" seeing the kid before him drinking beer, Slanty Eyes asked curiously.
In response, Irwiz restated his previous words.
"I want to become a bounty hunter. I believe you have information that can connect me to these bounties."
From what the homeless man said, informants were usually neutral. However, this guy Slanty Eyes usually worked with their gang - the Bestruck Wolves. Perhaps he would have some tasks that were spread by the gang.
Irwiz reckoned that since he had no money, becoming a bounty hunter was the best option for now.
Hearing his words, Slanty Eyes picked up the newspaper once again, and then drank a gulp of the beer.
"Bounty hunter, yeah I can give you some bounties. But where did you hear about me?" his eyes slimmed, and he looked at the boy before him carefully.
"A guy from the Bestruck Wolves told me about you" Irwiz replied.
Hearing his reply, Slanty Eyes' body visibly loosened and he again asked -
"But why's a heretic looking for bounties? Or do you belong to an organization and just looking for some side money?" his words seemed bold, but were a bit cautious.
"Heretic? You should be more careful in using that word." Irwiz replied and looked at Slanty Eyes with threatening eyes.
However, what he was doing was merely just a mask. He didn't know why the man had called him a heretic, perhaps it referred to lone wolves without an organization like him.
Just from the name of heretic, Irwiz knew it couldn't mean anything good. It was better to place this guy in his place to construct a false image.
In fact, Irwiz would rather kill this guy off, in order to protect himself from future danger. However, the benefit this guy represented, which was an entry into the hidden world of mystics, along with his restrained ability due to the damage from before, stopped him.
"Okay, okay" Slanty Eyes backed off, showing with his hands.
Then, he slid his hands back into his jacket's inner side, then brought out a small poster.
"There's a bounty for this guy. He's the leader of a small group of the Sylvian Brotherhood. He's been a bother for a long time but he has even managed to evade mystics." he dragged his words as he spoke.