Chapter 248 Astrologer, guidance from God
Leaving Backlund with the Witch Cult people, Ince Zangwill refused at first.
But then I thought about it, with the Black Saint from the Witch Sect here, the steam train leaving Backlund should be safer.
Even if he is searched by personnel from the Church of the Night Goddess, he does not have to worry about anything.
He understood the internal situation of the Church of the Night Goddess. As hunting dogs to track down wanted criminals, there were three giants in the Red Gloves Team, all of whom were Sequence 4 Night Watchmen.
In other words, the person chasing him is at most a night watchman, which is not enough to pose a threat in front of the black witch.
The only thing that worried him was that Baron Hastur Campbell, whom he had always been afraid of, was also on this steam train.
In the fifth carriage, Moraka stared at Serafina sitting opposite him with resentful and complicated eyes.
She didn't want to leave Backlund and go to some southern continent, that kind of ghost place, the farther away from it the better, but after all she couldn't resist the majesty of this woman.
Serafina spoke slowly: "Pain is the best gift. You have to learn to enjoy this feeling."
"Is this why you deliberately left her alone in Backlund?"
"That's right. If she wants to come, I won't let her come. If you don't want to leave, I will let you leave."
"You are so vicious!"
Snapped!
Moraka received another love slap in the face. With a cold face, she turned sideways and looked out the car window.
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At night, due to the long journey and dull environment on the bus, many passengers fall asleep due to exhaustion.
There are also some people who start to be quiet and restless, frequently using the excuse of going to the bathroom to enter and exit various carriages.
In the eighth carriage, Crestel Sesima sat in his seat, covering his face with a copy of the Backlund Evening News, pretending to be asleep.
My ears moved slightly, listening to the movement and footsteps in the nearby car.
"There have been three different waves of people going back and forth between the carriages, seemingly looking for something."
"I didn't sense Ince Zangwill's aura, but I smelled the aura from the Witch Sect and the Spiritual Religion. There are even members of the Secret Order."
"There are still some unclear and impenetrable auras, which should be some difficult characters."
Crested Sesima had some thoughts in his mind and allowed those people to continue searching. He did not want to alert the enemy for the time being, and there were many mysterious figures hidden on this steam train. It would be safer to find out the situation before taking action.
When it was approaching eight or nine o'clock, Crestel Sesima noticed that many people were gathering near the third carriage.
He could not accurately detect what was happening, but he could only vaguely sense that an extraordinary battle seemed to be taking place there.
He wondered if he should also use the restroom as an excuse to go to the third carriage to check out the situation.
But in the end, he gave up the idea. It was still early and these situations were just a small fuss. It should be more lively late at night.
He stretched out his hand and lifted the newspaper that was sliding down from his face, breathing evenly.
In the third carriage, Ince Zangwill was lying on his side, with his back to the aisle and facing the window. His face was very gloomy at the moment.
He just wanted to leave Backlund safely, but those Extraordinary people appeared out of nowhere, and many people gathered in his carriage at the moment.
Just the extraordinary abilities such as hypnosis, dreaming, psychic influence, and interrogation were used several times in turns. The ordinary people in this carriage were basically confused and lost their sense. They only knew how to close their eyes and sleep and snore.
Only extraordinary people can truly remain sane at this time.
In order not to attract attention, he was also pretending to sleep, but it was unknown whether members of two organizations or three organizations were secretly fighting at this moment.
The chosen location was his carriage.
The exchange between them was very measured. It was obvious that they did not want to damage the carriage or cause too much noise.
But he heard the group of Sequence 8 or Sequence 7 jumping around in front of him, and some even used interrogation abilities on him.
He really wanted to crush them one by one.
"Be quiet!"
A deep shout came from someone unknown, and it was like a thunder exploding in everyone's mind.
The Extraordinaries who were originally gathered in the third carriage stopped fighting and were frightened and ran back to their seats.
Ince Zangwill also breathed a sigh of relief. As for who the person who made the deep shout was, he had no interest in finding it, as long as he didn't offend him.
Now, he just hopes that the steam train will arrive in East Tucker County as soon as possible so that he can change to a steam train and go to South Wales County.
This steam train is so unsafe.
In the second carriage, inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a serious face took a sip of red wine and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are there so many rats hiding on this steam train?"
"They should all be heading to the Southern Continent, and they happen to be heading to South Wales on the same route as us."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "If it hadn't been for the Grand Duke's personal instructions, I really wouldn't want to leave the beautiful Backlund."
After a pause, he asked again: "How did Earl Campbell behave today?"
"Staying in the car all day, it's very quiet."
"Keep an eye on him. If you find any clues, report them to me immediately."
"Boss, are we staring at him like this?"
"This is the Grand Duke's order. Do you dare to question the Grand Duke's decision?"
"My subordinates dare not."
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Because of the deep shout just now, all the carriages became much quieter.
In the third carriage from the end of the steam train, Hastur also heard the deep shout. It should be the extraordinary person of the Judge's Path.
It was estimated that it was sent by the Royal Family of Loen. Could it be the person responsible for monitoring him on this journey?
Although he did not leave the carriage, he still knew something about what happened outside.
The guards sent by the king were not honest at all. They almost blatantly reported what he had been doing all day.
He had to think of a way to let these guards have a decent and reasonable death.
Not now, we have to wait until South Wales.
Seeing that Azshara, who had slept for most of the day, had woken up, Hastur stretched out his hand and Isaac jumped onto the table, and then jumped into his arms.
Hastur took out a small silver fish from the food storage cabinet next to it to feed it.
In the mirror, Sharon's figure was looming, and she seemed to like Azshara very much.
"Meow."
Azshara waved her paws at the mirror as a greeting.
She had seen Sharon and had been fed by Sharon. Although she was curious about how such a big person could hide in such a small mirror, she was not panicked.
"This little guy is called Azshara. It is not an ordinary black cat, but an assassin walking in the dark."
"Meow!"
Azshara held a small silver fish in her mouth and raised her head slightly.
Hasta placed it in front of the mirror and signaled Sharon that she could touch it.
After a while, a pair of hands stretched out from the mirror, landed on Azshara's head, and gently stroked her little head.
"Meow."
Azshara closed her eyes comfortably, lay in front of the mirror, and let Sharon touch her.
This scene was a bit fantasy, but very interesting.
Late at night, around three o'clock.
Hasta, who had not fallen asleep, woke up with his eyes open, and Azshara also jumped onto a high platform behind the door, staring at the door with sharp eyes.
Silently, a figure passed through the locked door.
"Meow!"
Azshara meowed in a warning tone, and Hastur signaled her to be quiet first, looking at the late night visitor.
The man was about 27 or 28 years old, dressed in a formal white shirt and a black hat, with a deep gaze like a deep pool. There was a scar on his ordinary facial features, stretching from the right eyebrow to the side of his nose.
He could easily pass through the portal and come here. He was a Beyonder of the Gate Path, and his strength should be between Sequence 7 and Sequence 6.
A member of the Abraham family?
Or a believer of the Aurora Society?
Hastur did not greet him first, but wanted to see what the other party was here for.
"It's really rude to visit you so late at night."
The man took off his hat gracefully and bowed. Based on this alone, Hastur ruled out the possibility that the other party was a believer of the Aurora Society.
People in the Aurora Society are more crazy, and few are polite.
"Sit down."
Hastur raised his hand to signal the other party to take a seat, and poured him a cup of Marquis black tea.
The man sat down, took a sip of the still hot black tea, and said in surprise: "Did you know there would be visitors at night?"
"When I can't sleep in the middle of the night, I like to drink a cup of black tea to relieve my boredom. You haven't explained your purpose yet."
The man smiled and said: "I am an astrologer who came from afar. When I was doing astrology divination some time ago, fate gave me some hints."
Hasta raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Astrology is not omnipotent, and your so-called fate may also be wrong."
"I have always believed in my astrology. Even if it is wrong, it is my fate."
Hasta did not refute this sentence. He was just curious. With the current situation of the Abraham family, it is not easy to cultivate an astrologer.
"I followed fate, and you are the guidance given to me by fate."
"You always talk about fate. You don't look like an astrologer, but more like an apostle who believes in fate."
The man stood up and said respectfully: "Let me introduce you again, Morey Abraham, who came to you following the guidance of God."