Reincarnated Hero System

Evan's expression changed to one of shock as the person that he had recognized, was not someone who should be in this part of the continent at all!

It was someone he knew very well, probably even more so than this person knew themself.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in casual clothes, wearing a hoodie on his head while he was drinking alone on the counter not far from where the receptionist was.

He was a fairly muscular man wearing a dress shirt underneath his hooded jacket and black trousers.

His face was visible even though he had his hood up as it was not covering much in the first place. To an onlooker, it seemed he wore it just because he could, rather than to hide his face.

While he looked to be expressionless, Evan could see the amused glint in his eyes as he gazed at the adventurers moving around in the guild hall.

Evan contemplated talking the man, but upon remembering his character description from the game, Evan decided it wouldn't do him any harm to try.

'If he lets me, I may even end up getting his skill...!'

The eleven-year-old walked towards the man while placing his guild card in his inventory.

Evan had grown far taller than the average eleven-year-old, it was a result of his rapidly increasing level as his body was growing in response to match his level.

Looking at him, one would think he was about thirteen or fourteen years of age, an age where most children who wished to become adventurers, started out.

Since most younger adventurers were at this age, it was not strange to see Evan in the guild. This reduced the amount of attention he gathered because of his age.

As for those who knew him personally, they were all surprised at his strength that was a way too high for a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old.

The fact that his mystic eyes gathered a bit more attention due to the crest in them was something unavoidable, as such Evan could do nothing about that.

Besides, if people like the man he was going to meet see the crest and look into it, they would be able to discover information about the seven heroes and the coming invasion, allowing Evan to share a bit of his knowledge on it.

Evan contemplated this as he walked up to the man and took a seat beside him, ordering a glass of strawberry juice while reminiscing about the time he went to a bar with his friends back in his previous world.

'I wonder how those guys are doing.'

He snapped himself out of his reverie and turned to the man before speaking.

"Didn't expect to see someone like you here."

The man, realizing he was being spoken to, turned his gaze to Evan who continued speaking.

"Name's Evan by the way."

'If he sees my face, he'd definitely recognize who I am. After all, even if a normal people don't recognize me, someone of his status would.'

The man's brown eyes flashed with recognition as he saw Evan's face. To be sure he was speaking to the right person, he asked aloud.

"The runaway kid?"

"Yep, the runaway kid."

Evan chuckled a reply as he downed the glass of juice and ordered for another.

"Hmm...You look a lot older than the portrait but the similarities are still there. Why'd you run away?"

"The place felt too stuffy. Besides, it would have been disadvantageous in the long run."

"Disadvantageous?"

"Yep. You'd understand in due time."

Evan's reply made the man burst in to laughter as he playfully slapped Evan's shoulder with his large muscular hand.

"You are really one funny kid!"

"I know."

The man laughed even louder at Evan's words, only stopping to chug down his mug of beer. After doing so, he ordered for a refill while Evan took this chance to address a different matter.

"Old man, you know I'm not the only one who can recognize you around here. If you wanna mess around in another country, at least change your looks."

He had the looks of a middle-aged man, with long legs that would make him fairly tall if he was standing. His hair was a light-brown colour and he had brown eyes to match.

"Says the kid who didn't do the same even after running away from home."

"I left it on purpose to troll the knights who were after me. Too bad they've called of the search"

"Troll them? You say funny things kid, you know who was leading the search party, right?

"It's Ralphie. He's a bit too stuck up, that's why I'm doing it."

Evan gave a small chuckle as he spoke, remembering how he caught sight of Ralphie's frustrated face once. He did have to teleport away immediately after because his gaze was sensed in the next moment and he was almost caught.

'Good thing Ralphie couldn't read the traces of spatial magic. If it was Jenson then I'd have been fucked!

Come to think of it, Laurene had probably already told her dad to call of the search party by then otherwise Ralphie should have still been able to find me.

I can't teleport very far, after all .'

Jenson was more skilled in spatial magic than Ralphie could ever hope to be. If he was the one leading the search then Evan would have long been captured by him.

However, the search party was not intending on capturing Evan due to Laurene's intervention, hence the reason that even though they knew he was using some sort of teleportation to run away, they had not dispatched any magician proficient in spatial magic to go after him.

In fact, after the first two months, the search party going after him, was only doing so to put on a show so it would not seem like no attempts to capture Evan were made.

"Oh! Old man, can you look into this for me, with your full authority, that is."

Evan pointed at his eyes as he spoke, causing the man to look at them. He studied the crest in them, even when he knew Evan had activated a skill.

"Is it a unique skill?"

"Well, I didn't expect you to miss that. All I can say is I'm 'POSITIVE' about some things now."

"Hmm...? Oh! What a roundabout means of answering."

The man wondering what Evan meant, but he noticed the boy's weird emphasis on the word; Positive.

"Perhaps, can you not answer me directly?"

"As expected of someone with great 'Intuition'. You figure it out instantly."

His question caused Evan to heave a sigh of exasperation. The man had instantly figured out that Evan could not give a direct answer about his Mystic Eyes.

"Can you look into it? You can tell the others too.

Even the ice dude you don't get along with. It's important you do so, for my sake, yours and the rest of Aidos."

Evan stood up after speaking, ignoring the shocked look on the man's face as he placed a silver coin on the counter before tapping his shoulder and saying a few parting words.

"Got to prepare myself for the dungeon exploration. I'd probably come over to your country in a few months time, or maybe when you guys move in on Wolfen.

Till then, Old man."

He then walked out of the building, leaving the still surprised man behind. It was only after the door closed behind Evan that the man recovered from his surprise.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He laughed loudly, attracting a few gazes but he could not care less. After paying for his drinks, he walked out of the guild building and entered a deserted alley.

After making sure no one was around, he took out a fist sized stone from his trouser pocket and poured magic power into it.

**HUMM!

The moment it let out a small humming sound, he crushed it in his palm.

With a puff of smoke, the man disappeared from that spot.

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Unknown Location

Great Eastern Empire

November 3rd

Year 1051

Re appearing in a dark room, the man took a step forward before sensing the presence of another being and turning his gaze in their direction.

"Duke Bourne, you're back."

"Can you stop calling me that?"

The brown eyed man, Duke Bourne retorted as he walked over to the couch and dropped his hoodie on it. He then turned back to the other man seated on his couch who was dressed in a white ceremonial military uniform.

It was a clean-shaven man with dark eyes and hair worn slicked back. The man matched his gaze and asked a question, one he knew would displease his brown eyed friend.

"What's the big deal? There's no one here."

"I'm here, you know."

A third voice rang out as a man dressed in all black appeared from the corner of the room. It was a tall young male with red eyes and straight red-brown hair that fell just above his shoulders.

His clothes consisted of a necktie wrapped around the collar of a white button-up, a black hoodie underneath the school blazer, plaid pants for lower garments, and a pair of rubber shoes for footwear.

Looking at him, Bourne picked up the hood he just dropped and threw it at the man in black.

"Oh, you fool."

The man in black caught the hoodie and dropped it on the floor before replying with an annoyed tone.

"Huh? You wanna pick a fight?"

"What you gonna do about it? I'd literally melt you if you pull any bullshit."

"And I'll literally freeze you if YOU pull any bullshit."

The tension in the air increased and it seemed like a fight was about to break out. The magic power concentration in the room increased exponentially as a white steamy haze began rising from Bourne's body.

As for the man in all black, the ground around his feet began freezing as his eyes flashed with a blue light, magic power condensing in his hands as he was ready to fight Bourne to the death.

However, the timely intervention of the military uniformed man prevented this.

"Calm down both of you."

""TELL THAT TO HIM!""