Chapter 251: The Convergence of Destiny

Chapter 251: The Convergence of Destiny

East Tucker County is close to the capital Backlund and has a relatively prosperous coastline. The overall economic level is very good and the daily security is relatively stable.

But today, a steam train from Backlund exploded at the train station, killing and injuring hundreds of passengers. Among them, an earl disappeared mysteriously.

This made the entire Eastern Tucker County Police Department, Nighthawks, Punishers, and Heart of Machine members busy.

Cresty Sesima no longer hides his identity. As one of the three giants of the Red Gloves, he takes over the local Nighthawks team and is also responsible for coordinating this incident.

Working from early morning to dusk, he got the information he wanted.

"All statistics have been completed. A total of 42 people died and 90 were injured in this incident. The whereabouts of a total of 12 people are currently a mystery."

"The identities of these twelve people have also been investigated, namely Morey Lahan, Rhea John, Hasta Campbell..."

Cresty Sesima listened to the report silently, and then asked the local police station to start investigating the whereabouts of these people, but don't be too cautious, just know where they are hiding.

…

A few kilometers away from the train station, there is a luxury hotel on North Street.

On the second floor, in a large and luxurious room, Hastur was standing in front of the window, looking at the police officers patrolling the street.

"Meow."

Azshara walked along the window and lay down in front of the window, staring outside, occasionally sweeping her little tail, which had a small tuft of singed hair on it.

When the train exploded, Hastur took a slight risk in order to keep the escort team in the sea of ​​​​fire.

The price was that Azshara's tail was almost burned by the fire, but fortunately, only a small amount of hair was burned by the high temperature.

As for the goods on the carriage, Hastur didn't care much. He had already carried all his belongings worth half a million pounds with him. The things on the carriage were all daily necessities, nothing too valuable.

After quietly leaving the train station, Hastur took a carriage and came to this hotel to check in. He also deliberately concealed his identity to avoid being discovered.

Now that the track from East Tucker County to South Wales has been damaged, it will take a lot of time to completely repair it. After planning to purchase some things in East Tucker County, he will secretly go to South Wales.

"Miss Sharon, do you need to buy anything?"

"Need not."

"Then take a rest tonight and set off tomorrow."

"okay."

After Hastur finished speaking to Sharon in the mirror, he left the room and went to the next room on the right. He had just opened two rooms, which was more convenient for Sharon.

…

It's night, around nine o'clock.

Ince Zangwill found a suitable place to live, a B\u0026B, which was not expensive and was hidden deep in a small alley.

There was only a small square table on the desk, and there was an oil lamp that was obviously behind the times. A notebook was opened in the dim light, and a pen began to automatically write a paragraph.

"Ince Zangwill's luck is as bad as ever. This time he seems to be attracted by some force. No matter how he wants to change the direction, he will eventually converge to the source of destiny."

"That Baron Hastur Campbell, oh, he is already an Earl. He did not die in the big explosion and escaped. He seems to be planning to go to South Wales secretly."

"This choice coincides with Ince Zangwill. Will they meet on the road? And what kind of story will happen? It's hard to see clearly."

"Strange, why do I pay special attention to Earl Hastur Campbell? Am I also affected by some kind of power?"

"I'm really curious. Unfortunately, Ince Zangwill is too timid and has never been willing to have direct contact with the other party. This makes it impossible for the future I predicted to come accurately."

Ince Zangwill looked at these paragraphs silently, holding up a pen and wanting to write on them: "Ince Zangwill and that Earl Hastur Campbell have no intersection at all. The fate is always staggered."

But after thinking about it, he still put down the 008 in his hand without writing a single symbol in the diary.

He still remembered the lesson from Backlund last time.

The more scripts you write about Count Hastur Campbell, the more likely you are to be criticized, which will increase your chances of meeting him.

Letting it go and turning a blind eye is a better way to deal with it.

Late at night, Ince Zangwill, who was still asleep, suddenly received a spiritual warning. He opened his eyes and climbed out of bed, quickly taking 008 and his diary with him.

Open the window and jump directly from the window.

He was on the second floor. He quickly landed in the alley and left the place along the intricate alleyway.

Being wanted for many years, he has developed the ability to leave at a moment's notice.

As long as there is something abnormal spiritually, he will leave.

Sure enough, three to five minutes later, Crested Sesima led a team of nighthawks to the B\u0026B and conducted a search and verification.

It was determined that Rhea John was the false identity of Ince Zangwill. Unfortunately, they arrived a step too late, and Ince Zangwill had already left early.

"well."

Crestel Sesima sighed. With 008 in his body, Ince Zangwill's spiritual warning ability was too strong. As long as there was something that might threaten him, he could basically sense it in advance and then run away. .

At this point, Ince Zangwill is more difficult to deal with than those demons.

"Keep searching, don't miss any suspicious place."

Kresty Sesima could only chase Ince Zangwill all the way like this. In this regard, they are indeed like hounds.

At this time, Ince Zangwill had gone out of the alley and headed directly to the dock with his memory of the day.

He had to catch the first ferry tomorrow to leave East Tucker County, then get off the ship in South Will County, and then transfer from South Will County to the South Continent.

At the dock, the ferry has not yet departed. It will take until 7:30 tomorrow for the first ferry to set sail.

Ince Zangwill changed his fake identity again and bought a ticket to South Will County. In order not to attract attention, he deliberately chose the lowest-priced ticket from the four tickets.

In this way, he can blend in with the crowd and hide from the Red Gloves members.

He followed several passengers who also came to buy tickets in advance and temporarily squeezed into a cabin on the ferry, resting while waiting for the fish belly to turn white in the sky.

As the morning approached, more and more passengers squeezed into the ferry. The already narrow cabin was like a can of sardines produced in a factory.

Ince Zangwill lived in a small bed that only allowed one person to lie down, and it was difficult to even turn over.

In a cabin, there were three layers of small beds, divided into two rows and five columns, with a total of 30 small beds.

There were small beds in front, behind, left and right. This almost airtight situation made him feel more at ease.

Although the smell of sweat that kept pouring into his mouth and nose, as well as the stuffy environment, was unbearable.

But he still endured it. When he arrived in the South Continent, he no longer had to worry about exposing his identity.

The time soon came to 7:30, and the first ferry began to set sail from the dock and headed for South Wales.

The not-so-calm sea shook the hull, and the hull shook the already crowded cabin. People were like weeds, shaking on the small beds, making a creaking sound.

Some people were so dizzy that they vomited directly in the cabin, making the entire cabin even more smelly.

In a luxurious single room, Hastur was sitting by the window, tasting the captain's private collection of red wine and food, while watching the red sun rising from the sea.

Last night, he dealt with two little mice who followed him secretly. In order not to be affected, he chose to take the first ferry today to South Wales.

He used ten times the price of an ordinary ticket to ask the captain for a luxurious single room, and gave him 10 gold pounds in exchange for some food and wine. He is now more and more skilled in enjoying life.

He will not treat himself badly to buy any ordinary ticket, especially the lowest-priced ticket. Even if he is locked up in prison, it is better than the environment there.

It takes about seven days for this ferry to arrive in South Wales. It is a difficult problem to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep in the place where the ticket is.

That situation is only a little better than when slaves were transported on the sea.

Hastur will not let Azshara and Sharon suffer with him.

"Meow?"

Azshara squatted by the window, looking at the unknown sea fish jumping up from time to time on the sea, waving her little paws constantly, very greedy.

"Want to eat?"

"Meow!"

Azshara turned around, came to Hastur, and rubbed his cheek flatteringly.

Hastur skillfully used the magic of the gold pound to ask the crew to bring three fishing rods, one of which was given to Azshara, he asked for one, and the other fishing rod was given to Sharon.

"Meow?"

Azshara looked down at her little paws, and then looked at the fishing rod that was several times longer than her body, and was very distressed.

Sharon came out of the mirror, came to the window, grabbed two fishing rods with one hand, fished casually, and stroked Azshara's little head with one hand.

"Meow."

Azshara lay obediently in front of Sharon, her eyes fixed on the float of the fishing rod.

Splash!

It was the sound of a big fish being caught out of the water. Azshara looked over in the direction of the sound, and it was its owner who had a harvest.

The fish was huge, several times bigger than its body, with sharp teeth and a thin mouth, and a row of silver thorns on its back.

It didn't like this kind of fish, so it retracted its gaze and waited quietly for its small fish to be hooked.

Splash.

Another big fish was caught out of the water by its owner.

Azshara raised her eyes, looked at Sharon with an expressionless face, and made a puzzled meow.

What it wanted to express was simple, why couldn't these two fishing rods catch any fish?

What went wrong?

Sharon didn't answer, but her eyes became deeper.