Good morning, Gwen."
"Good morning."
"L!"
"Helen."
"Hawk."
"…"
Hawk, who had just arrived and sat down in the classroom, looked up at the Mother of Dragons who had walked to his desk.
No, that's not right.
It was Amelia Targaryen.
Her appearance was strikingly similar to the Mother of Dragons with the long title that Hawk had seen in his previous life.
Her name was similar too.
"Hello."
Amelia Targaryen smiled and extended her hand to Hawk: "Nice to meet you, my name is Amelia."
Gwen, sitting next to him, watched impassively.
Hawk looked at the right hand extended towards him, unmoved, and looked up at Amelia: "I know, hello, Amelia."
Shake hands?
Didn't she see the dangerous rays Gwen was shooting from the side?
Amelia Targaryen's smile faltered slightly upon seeing this, but she quickly recovered, smiled, and said: "Mrs. Fula said your French is the best. I haven't been in the U.S. for long, and I'm not very familiar with the U.S. language yet."
This was true.
His French skills were by far the best among his many foreign languages.
It seemed like one out of ten targets was proficient in French, but it was quite strange that only one French person dropped German.
But that wasn't the point.
Hawk smiled, looking at Amelia: "Your English is already very good."
Amelia thanked him, and seemed to understand that Hawk had no intention of continuing the conversation. After saying that, she returned to her seat.
Hawk watched Amelia return to her seat with a smile, and as he withdrew his gaze, he saw another gaze fall upon him.
It wasn't Gwen's.
It was from another transfer student, Lauren Strucker.
"It seems you're very popular with the transfer students."
"…"
Hawk snapped back to reality and looked at Gwen, who was sitting next to him, head bowed, tidying her long golden hair, her tone light, seemingly indifferent to this. He blinked: "Am I?"
Hawk understood why Lauren Strucker was looking at him.
After all, he and Lauren had met once, and although he had been well-disguised at the time, it was undeniable that some women's intuition was very unreasonable.
But Amelia…
Hawk truly didn't understand.
Is it related to the person who bought my intelligence?
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
Yesterday, Yekaterina had asked to meet him after school. At first, Hawk thought it was for a new mission, but it wasn't. It was information about the Dark Dimension.
Someone was collecting intelligence on Killer King.
And this had been going on for more than a day or two.
Yekaterina told Hawk that initially, the source of the information collection on Hawk came from Paris, France. An anonymous client was anonymously paying a high price for any intelligence related to Killer King, including but not limited to Killer King's age, real information, the people he had taken missions from, and the arms dealers he had dealt with…
The anonymous client even directly contacted Yekaterina, stating that he would pull out a check, write a one, and then close his eyes and write zeros, just waiting for Yekaterina to decide when she was willing to accept the check.
Yekaterina didn't agree.
Are you kidding me? She could distinguish between being full every meal and being full for one meal. Being a middleman in the Dark Dimension also required strength.
Killer King was Yekaterina's strength. The higher Killer King's reputation, the more successful Yekaterina, as his agent, would be, and she wouldn't be targeted by others.
In short.
You can try, but Killer King will directly make you deceased.
In short, according to Yekaterina, this guy appeared on the black market about two weeks ago, and then he started buying any information about him at any cost.
Yekaterina said she would find a way to figure out this guy's identity.
But Hawk wasn't worried about this.
For no other reason.
If Killer King's identity were exposed, it would actually be a good thing. At the very least, he could make a hundred percent decision to interrupt his studies on the surface and wholeheartedly devote himself to the blood money business.
Hawk even felt a little emotional.
Wouldn't it be better to try to collect his information? Just ask Yekaterina to publish a mission, set the price high, for example, one million U.S. dollars to kill someone, and nine million to buy lunch with Killer King?
It would be very difficult for Hawk to refuse.
Anyway, for the cheat, as long as he didn't exploit loopholes, even if it was ten million to kill a chicken, that ten million could be legitimately and reasonably included in the scope of blood money.
So…
Hawk looked at Amelia Targaryen, who was sitting a few rows in front, muttering to himself why Amelia Targaryen had to greet him of all people.
It couldn't be just because I'm handsome, could it?
Although that was the truth.
Around noon, after his history class, Hawk found Mrs. Fula in her office and asked if the person involved had indeed said that.
When Hawk emerged from the office behind her, he had already received the answer he wanted.
Mrs. Fula had indeed told Amelia that.
Hiss!
Did she really approach me just because I'm handsome?
Hawk was bewildered.
Hawk knew that exchange students from Paris were very enthusiastic. There was also an exchange student from Paris in ninth grade who had snatched the boyfriend of the ninth-grade student assistant less than five days after arriving at school.
Not only enthusiastic, but also bold.
However, before this, Hawk had only heard about it. Now, he had truly experienced it firsthand.
Of course.
Hawk had considered whether Amelia Targaryen might be approaching him because his identity had been exposed.
He had thought about it, but then dismissed it.
Not to mention, including him, there were only three people who knew he was Killer King.
Himself.
His agent, Yekaterina.
His master, John Smith.
Yekaterina had said that people had closed their eyes and told her to add zeros, but she hadn't said anything, so there was no possibility of a leak. As for John Smith?
When Hawk was a killer apprentice under John, he had no title; he was just an unknown. Plus, Hawk had not joined John's killer organization, so to the outside world, he and John had no connection whatsoever.
So…
Without any leaks, it would be very difficult to conclude that Killer King was only seventeen years old and still attending Midtown High School as a twelfth-grade student.
Killer.
Student.
Any normal person would probably not associate a bloodthirsty killer with a high school student who was still in their prime, would they?
Just like people don't believe Conan is Shinichi Kudo.
For no other reason.
The gap between an elementary school student and a high school student is like a chasm, let alone between a killer and a student.