Kapitel 250: Chapter 250: The Premeditated Explosion
Chapter 250: The Premeditated Explosion
Late at night, the stars outside the car window were blurry.
Tonight, the crimson moon seemed to be shrouded by dark clouds, with faint starlight spilling down.
Inside the car, a coal lamp hung from the ceiling, casting a dim light reminiscent of the color of rotting bananas.
"Meow."
Aisala curled up, lying on Hastur's lap, protesting discontentedly.
But it was to no avail; it could only watch as its sleek, black fur was stroked against the grain by a large hand.
"Are you still thinking about what that girl said earlier?"
Sharon's reflection appeared in the smooth mirror, her tone as calm as ever.
This calm and indifferent attitude always had a way of cooling others' emotions.
"Yes, this trip to Southwell County is more dangerous than I anticipated."
Moraka's visit tonight indicated one thing: whether or not they had evidence that we are followers of the Stars, as long as most people believed it, they would find ways to approach us.
After all, on the surface, I am the only follower of the Stars, which makes me too conspicuous. They are like moths drawn to a flame, even if it means getting burned.
"Journeys are never smooth." Sharon had a lot of experience in this matter.
"Do you regret leaving Backlund with me?"
"Danger is the whetstone of growth."
Hastur smiled and nodded, "You're right."
He stood up, took the sword-cane to the right window, and thrust it into a shadow. There was a muffled groan, blood trickled down the blade, and then a figure fell, crushed by the roaring steam train.
Hastur glanced outside, then closed the window completely and drew the curtains.
"No peeking allowed here!"
Hastur set another rule to prevent peeking, then sat back in front of the mirror, looking at Sharon inside, "I want to rest for a while. Please guard me tonight."
"Okay." Sharon's response was still very brief.
Hastur did not return to the bed but leaned against the seat, closed his eyes, and entered the Hall of Stars.
"Meow?"
Aisala emerged from the shadows, glanced at its master who was already breathing evenly, and tiptoed onto the table, lying down to rest in front of the mirror.
Hall of Stars
Hastur sat at the head, his gaze sweeping over the stars before settling on the star representing the True Creator.
He skillfully found the light representing Mr. A and initiated divine communication.
On the boundless ocean, the holy mountain stood tall, the figure of the Lord still beyond sight, but His divine pressure was omnipresent.
Mr. A knelt on the sea, devoutly facing the holy mountain.
Even though he had been here once before, his heart was still filled with excitement, his body trembling slightly, wanting to look up at the Lord but fearing such behavior would be blasphemous.
He could only keep his head down, silently listening to the Lord's oracle.
When the oracle was delivered, the world before him shattered, and Mr. A looked up to see only a statue of the Lord.
He respectfully saluted the statue, then his gaze fell on the coffin that held the divine essence.
Last time,Lanevus's sudden death left him without a suitable vessel for the divine essence, forcing him to temporarily merge it with a subordinate's body and seal him in the coffin, performing the necessary rituals to gradually fuse the divine essence with the new body.
Now, the Lord had given a new oracle to deliver this coffin near St. Samuel's Cathedral.
This was a provocation to the Goddess of the Night, a very audacious act.
When the Lord's offspring were born at St. Samuel's Cathedral, it would be a great insult and blasphemy to the Goddess of the everNight.
He couldn't wait to carry out this crazy act.
Three days was the time he gave himself to complete the mission.
...
After finishing the divine communication, Hastur turned his gaze to the light representing Bernadette, informing her of the current hiding place of the Rose School of Thought and advising her to leave the southern continent quickly and not to get involved in the war.
Before leaving, Hastur glanced at the star representing the High-Dimensional Overseer, who was still drifting at sea, with an ever-growing pirate fleet around Him.
Could He be planning to join the war on the southern continent with His pirate army?
Hastur looked for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and left the Hall of Stars.
When Hastur opened his eyes in the real world, aisala jumped into his arms, curling up.
In the mirror, Sharon's figure appeared.
"Your rest was short."
"That's enough."
Sharon didn't understand the true meaning of Hastur's words but didn't delve into it.
Hastur thought for a moment and asked, "Miss Sharon, do you also rest in the mirror when you're at home?"
Sharon glanced at him indifferently, "I'm not a mirror spirit."
"…"
Hastur coughed twice, realizing he had asked a foolish question.
"The night is long, Miss Sharon, would you like to hear a story?"
"Go ahead."
...
The night was long, and many were sleepless.
Ince Zangwill, who had not truly fallen asleep, suddenly felt someone pulling him into a dream.
Although he despised such behavior, he still cooperated.
"Who are you?"
"What is your purpose in going to Southwell County?"
"Do you know someone named Ince Zangwill?"
Ince Zangwill answered cautiously, always mindful of his current identity as a businessman traveling from Backlund to Southwell County.
After a few more questions, the other party left his dream.
Ince Zangwill's lips curled into a mocking smile. The extraordinary members of the Church of the Goddess of the everNight always believed in the power of nightmares, a trick that should have been discarded long ago, only effective on ordinary people.
After a while, footsteps passed by, and Ince Zangwill naturally relaxed his body, pretending to be asleep.
...
East Tuck County, located on the eastern coast of the Ruen Kingdom.
When the steam train from Backlund arrived here.
Ince Zangwill couldn't wait to leave the train and blend into the crowd.
He wanted to lay low for a while and then take the steam train to Southwell County in a few days.
But just as he left the station, a violent explosion erupted behind him.
The ground seemed to be lifted, and many passengers who hadn't had time to leave were buried alive in the fiery wreckage of the steam train explosion.
"That was close."
Ince Zangwill was glad he had been sitting near the door; otherwise, he would have been caught in the premeditated attack.
"Who could have orchestrated such a grand scheme, destroying an entire steam train?"
Ince Zangwill pondered for a moment, then hurriedly hailed a carriage to get away.
The burning steam train not only engulfed the passengers who hadn't escaped but also damaged the tracks leading to Southwell County.
The station quickly raised the alarm, and a large number of police officers arrived to rescue and evacuate the nearby passengers.
"Damn it!"
"Who dares to act so brazenly, completely disregarding the kingdom's laws!"
"If I catch you, I'll hang you all on the gallows!"
A middle-aged man with a small mustache looked at the wrecked steam train, his face dark and grim.
"Boss, we've lost track of Earl Hastur Campbell. He didn't seem to escape in time, and all his guards perished in the explosion."
"Dead?"
The middle-aged man scanned the explosion site several times, then coldly said, "If he's really dead, find his body as evidence. Otherwise, he's missing, understand?"
"Understood, we'll contact the local police to handle this."
On the other side, Crestai Cesima, who also survived, looked at the explosion site with a frown.
The explosion was too sudden, too fierce, engulfing all the carriages in a short time, turning the entire steam train into ashes.
This was definitely not a natural accident but a premeditated plan!
The steam train had been tampered with before leaving Backlund!
But why wait until the train arrived at the station to detonate it?
If the goal was to kill someone on the train, wouldn't detonating it while it was moving cause more damage?
The more Crestai Cesima thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Although the explosion was terrifying, many passengers survived, about two-thirds died in the explosion.
For a premeditated plan, this was an unacceptable flaw unless it was intentional from the start!
But what was the purpose?
What was the reason?
As Crestai Cesima pondered, the enforcers and members of the Heart of Machinery from East Tuck County arrived.
"This might be an opportunity to find Ince Zangwill."
Crestai Cesima's eyes gleamed. In a major incident like this, ordinary passengers would be at a loss, waiting for officials to handle it.
Only those with something to hide would take the opportunity to slip away.
(End of Chapter)
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