Chapter 1618: Chapter 1618
Taniel was stunned for a moment, then he thought of the ordinary-looking young man who mysteriously called himself 'Rasol' when they arrived at the 'Night Watcher's Home'.
The coincidence of his appearance, and his assured demeanor afterward, gave Taniel reason to suspect him.
This Deer Academy teacher, the second consultant of the Lorde Police Department, furrowed his brow.
"If they planned everything from the start, then we should avoid going to 19 Duke Street now."
"That Rasol might be seeking scapegoats for the 'Alliance'!"
Taniel said seriously.
Jason did not oppose Taniel's words.
On the contrary, Jason also thought Taniel made sense.
Could there really be goodwill from an unfamiliar messenger, from an organization they've never dealt with?
The latter is more likely.
From the appearance of the young man claiming to be 'Rasol', it was clear that he was baiting.
Whether he went to 19 Duke Street out of desperation or sought revenge in anger.
There, the opponent must have made appropriate preparations.
As for staying at the 'Night Watcher's Home'?
It was something the opponent was happy to see.
He, a murderer who assassinated Sewock VII, staying at the 'Night Watcher's Home', would only bring disaster upon it.
The 'Night Watcher's Home' certainly isn't weak.
Including those 'interns', there are nearly 30 'Professionals'.
In any place, that would be a strength to behold.
In the capital, Terter, it's not enough to be reassured.
The Sewock royals, that Prince Ruitai, facing such matters, would inevitably unite like never before—even if superficially—and their combined Strength is not something the 'Night Watcher's Home' can resist.
So, he must leave the 'Night Watcher's Home'.
He must go to 19 Duke Street.
That place is the key to breaking the situation.
He has no interest in taking the blame for others.
Taniel looked at his friend's expression, knowing his friend's mind was set.
This Deer Academy teacher, the second consultant of the Lorde Police Department, couldn't help but sigh.
"Alright, what should we do now?"
Jason kept walking, speaking as he did so.
"The so-called moth is a creature yearning for light. But the closer it gets to light, the deeper the darkness appears, and it too will be burned by the candle flame—in that instant, the light shines brighter!"
"Jason, what are you planning to do?"
"You wouldn't be thinking of going to your death, right?"
"We have other options!"
"Charging alone may sound romantic, but living is everything."
Jason's words startled Taniel.
This Deer Academy teacher, the second consultant of the Lorde Police Department, immediately tried to dissuade him.
"I am the most afraid to die."
"How could I be seeking death?"
Jason rolled his eyes, then lowered his voice: "Moths to a flame, it's eternal, but—who is the moth? Who is the Flame? Are you sure?"
Taniel was taken aback.
"You want to be the Hunter?"
Taniel asked directly.
"Everyone wants to be the Hunter."
Jason said, pulling out a pre-prepared note and handing it to Taniel.
"Follow the instructions on it, and we might be able to turn the tables—the result could be up to you."
Taniel glanced at the information on the note and nodded solemnly.
Then he turned and walked away.
But after just one step, he turned back and said.
"If you dare deceive me, I will never forgive you!"
"Even if you're dead, I'll come to dig up your grave!"
Taniel said seriously.
"You'll never get the chance!"
Taniel looked at his friend again, took a deep breath, didn't speak further, but nodded, then turned and walked away.
Jason watched as Taniel disappeared into the alley, then continued forward.
While walking, he stretched his body.
Then, he pulled out an ice hockey mask.
With the mask obstructing his face, a slightly muffled voice slowly emerged—
Duke Street, as the name suggests, once housed a duke.
When the Walker Empire was not yet divided into East and West Walker, 'Grand Duke Keston' owned this place.
This grand duke was extremely kind and possessed wealth that was renowned.
Each time disaster struck, he would open his stores to distribute food.
But, that particular natural disaster was too massive.
Three consecutive years of drought followed by a year of flooding.
Even the rich as a nation Grand Duke Keston had no surplus food left. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
The refugees didn't believe it.
They blocked the entrance to Grand Duke Keston's estate, demanding that he provide aid as usual, even though the duke explained several times, it was to no avail.
Moreover, each explanation made the refugees feel deceived, humiliated.
Three times, four times.
On the fifth occasion, the refugees turned into rioters.
Grand Duke Keston was assassinated by an unknown rioter.
Then, a bloody day began.
Excited by blood, the rioters stormed the estate.
They plundered everything in sight.
They killed everything in sight.
When the whole estate was stained red with blood, they opened the warehouse.
Although the kitchen stored some bread, there was not a speck of food in the warehouse.