LRAB Chapter 62 Heroes Gather Here
Chapter 62 Heroes Gather Here
"Strange? Why do I feel so uneasy..."
The magician leaned against the headboard, his left leg trembling so much that the whole bed creaked.
He closed his eyes, trying hard to clear his mind...
……
He gave up after a moment.
No, I've been meditating all night and I still can't fall asleep... The magician was puzzled. He was clearly exhausted, but he just couldn't sleep.
As for why he was half-sitting on the bed instead of lying down directly, it was a habit he had developed over many years. This posture allowed him to react immediately to any slight movement.
He felt even more uncomfortable lying down.
Compared to before, these tasks of training new recruits may have made him a bit lax. In the past, he would always keep two loaded pistols under his blanket.
Although he gained the ability to use air bullets after becoming a true "magician," the importance of handguns has diminished considerably.
However, in terms of power, air bullets are no match for anti-magic bullets.
Returning to the present, the magician hadn't slept all night and was constantly in a state of heightened alertness.
"We're leaving soon, we can't afford for anything to go wrong at this time..."
Perhaps his complaints had an effect, as a sense of drowsiness crept into his heart.
However, just as he was getting sleepy, a ray of sunlight shone into the room.
Daylight broke...
"Ugh!"
The magician sighed softly, then roused himself and got out of bed.
There's one last performance today, so we can't afford any mishaps.
After a quick wash, he went to the wardrobe, changed into his performance attire, and looked at the slightly exaggerated top hat in front of him. He chuckled wryly and put it on his head.
Then, looking in the dressing mirror, I quickly styled my hair a couple of times.
Looking at her haggard face in the mirror.
These jobs are inhuman… he thought to himself.
"After this mission, I definitely need to take a good vacation. Hmm... the beach would be nice..."
The longing for vacation life dispelled some of his fatigue. The magician roused himself and checked his belongings again. After confirming that everything was in order, he opened the door.
The faint sunlight shone on his face, and the magician instinctively covered it.
Strange, why is it so quiet?
The magician sensed something was amiss when the usual commotion was absent.
Looking around at the morning mist, the magician suddenly realized that it was still early morning.
It's still early... it's only been a short while since dawn.
What's wrong with me today?
Realizing it was still early, the magician retreated back into the room.
……
Could it be that the authorities have discovered it...? The magician always trusted his intuition, and he didn't think that today was just a matter of being uneasy.
He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was almost six in the morning, and there were still more than three hours until the morning performance. There was plenty of time.
The magician went to the desk, picked up a pen and paper and wrote something down, then took out a pendulum and prepared to perform a divination.
When faced with a dilemma, people resort to divination; this is a consistent characteristic of the "diviner's" approach.
Since he has plenty of time now, he plans to have his fortune told.
……
Lanius's boots swept over the iron railings of the drainage ditch and trod through the putrid mud.
His stomach, churning from not eating all day, clung to him, and cold sweat soaked his linen shirt, which clung to the festering gunshot wound on his back. The instant he turned the corner, his pupils contracted sharply.
The team of substitutes is almost catching up.
"Damn it, are those guys dogs? How did they get here so fast?"
Because the train station was sealed off by the authorities, he was caught red-handed while waiting for his train. If it weren't for the large crowds at the train station, and the fact that the person in charge of the punishment was hesitant to go all out because of ordinary people, he wouldn't have been able to escape at all.
"Make way! Make way!" He pushed and shoved the pedestrians around him, trying to find a suitable way out.
However, he had only taken a few steps when he noticed something was wrong.
Why are there so many more people around?
There were more and more people in front of us, almost blocking the road.
He surveyed the crowd around him, looking towards the area with the largest number of people.
Pointed tents adorned with colorful flags float on the horizon, along with balloons released into the air and the occasional sound of fireworks from all around.
……
Is this a circus?
Lanius's eyes lit up with excitement as he realized he had stumbled into a circus.
Such a crowded and intrusive place is the perfect place to hide.
He quickly blended in with the crowd.
……
"This circus does seem a bit suspicious..."
"According to intelligence, this circus comes to Tingen once a year."
Leonard, having changed into casual clothes, arrived around the circus.
For the past few days, he has been investigating the allegations against Klein.
However, the leads with Lorne Disenke had run out, and his neighbors did not approve of his investigation into Lorne Disenke.
He had to change his approach.
He always believed in his heart that Klein was innocent, and even if he had some secrets, he shouldn't have betrayed the goddess.
So assuming Klein is truly innocent, then the motives of the person who wrote that whistleblower letter are highly suspicious.
Klein's actions were likely a tactic used by the other side to cause internal strife among the Night Watchers.
Perhaps it's a trick played by a wild extraordinary being they've fought before.
Leonard knew that his thinking might not be correct. After all, if the other party was determined to retaliate against the Night Watchers, there was no need to expose Old Neil's matter.
An official who has been secretly corrupted by an evil god and is on the verge of losing control is like a time bomb that could explode at any moment; the damage it would cause if it did explode would be unimaginable.
For him, the sudden loss of control of his teammates, with whom he had spent every day, and the subsequent purge by his own hands, was an unimaginable psychological trauma.
"If Old Neil loses control in front of me..." Leonard couldn't imagine what kind of expression he would have.
"No, perhaps this is just a smokescreen."
It's not impossible for someone to anticipate your predictions.
After much deliberation, he set his sights on the group of extraordinary individuals he encountered on the night he hunted down Mrs. Sharon.
Based on the intelligence he gathered, and with guidance from Palles, Leonard successfully located the circus.
"Old man, you're saying that the group we encountered that day were all 'fortune tellers'?"
"Hmm, that's probably why they wanted to steal the Antigonus family's notes."
"After all, the Antigonus family's lineage is that of 'diviners.'"
"Could they be members of a secret society?" Leonard thought of a certain clandestine organization.
"..." Pales did not speak.
"I forgot, they stole Antigonus's notes from the Secret Order..." Leonard smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"How come you've become just like your captain...?"
"Are you sure it's a circus?" Leonard asked.
"Yes, for those extraordinary individuals using the 'Diviner' pathway who want to impersonate someone, the circus is indeed a good choice. They can appear openly and legitimately without arousing suspicion."
"Hmm," Leonard nodded and noted down this point.
Even finding that notebook would be good...
With that thought in mind, Leonard followed the crowd and entered the circus.