The mention of Nymeria reminded Aria of something. Her gaze darkened a few notches. "Nymeria, the city near Ludwiten?"Colin nodded.Aria took out her phone immediately and booked three first-class tickets for the earliest train to Nymeria—three tickets for two adults and a child. Fortunately, it wasn't the travel season now, so Aria didn't need to compete against other people for these tickets. The moment she was about to enter the station with Devon, two men suddenly appeared. They were wearing similar suits, one black and one white, that looked quite dated. They were also wearing strange masks on their faces. Noir was holding a bundle of metal chains while Blanc looked at his tablet. "This is the site of that extraordinary occurrence we're looking for. Why are there so many spirits here?"They walked closer. They usually avoided mortals when they worked, so they didn't give Aria and Landon a second glance. This went on until Noir noticed Devon. "He's a heroic spirit who sho
Nyx and the twins shared a look. All of them were thinking of the same thing. "Mr. Noir is going to meet his end."The most powerful man in the Netherrealm stood among them, so they had no cause to worry. However, this wasn't the case for some of the other spirits, who came back and asked, "Officials, look at what that boy is wearing. It's obvious that his death wasn't recent. Can't you allow him to register a few days later?"Blanc noticed Devon's peculiarities as well, but they had to perform their duties according to regulations. And so he said, "We'll escort him to wherever he needs to go. Even heroic spirits might be negatively affected by vengefulness if they leave where they're from before they're formally honored. They're bad for mortals like you."Devon was completely lost—how they talked about heroic spirits and mortals suggested he was already dead.Was he already dead?Devon looked at his hands. They were perfectly intact, not reduced into stumps by an explosion.No,
Noir yanked on Blanc's shirt hard, telling him to sneak away unnoticed for now. Aria seemed to have noticed something at this moment because she said with a smile, "Were you asking us? I don't think so. I thought you were asking—""Three days!" Blanc interrupted quickly. "We'll give you three days. Noir and I must take him with us when the time is up."Aria raised a brow. "Oh, okay. She was asking us, I'm sure." She turned to say, "Three cups of coffee, please, thank you."After she paid, the woman said, "Sure, they'll be done in a jiffy."Blanc and Noir seized the moment with guilty haste, vanishing in an instant. They were known for being intimidating. They had never run away so pathetically before. What the hell had happened? Why were their actual forms suddenly visible to mortals all of a sudden? This shouldn't have happened, not when they still had half an hour to dawn.Everything felt wrong that night. Blanc and Noir decided that they would look deeper into it after r
Landon set his palm on Devon's head gently. Devon's soul had been unstable, and vengefulness had come to fill his gaze. However, with Landon's touch, his gaze slowly became as vacant as before.Purple energy swirled around him—an omen of immense fortune. That was what Aria saw. However, Devon's stabilization wasn't solely due to his fortune; Landon's innate power to suppress spirits had quelled him completely.All spirits could only yield to Landon, who was superior to them.Devon looked up, his eyes distant. "I died. Everyone else is dead too. Soren died protecting me. He was pierced through the back…""No, no," Devon muttered to himself. "There's something else, but I've forgotten. I've forgotten something really important."Aria pushed his flailing arms down. "It's okay. We'll figure it out eventually. We're going to Nymeria now."Aria's entourage finally passed inspection at the gates. Sam remained quiet throughout. Unexpectedly, he hadn't popped up to tell Blanc and Noir
Aria didn't respond immediately. After some thought, she sent someone a text message and told them to take note of the current situation in Nymeria. The existence of Krowonians here in Farshya was not out of the ordinary. Aria said, "Our people visit each other's countries sometimes now for cultural exchange and trade."Devon took some time to come to terms with how things were different now. Yet, he reacted violently. "They're not ordinary Krowonians; they're the people who were violent toward us! They're all holding guns too!""Are you saying that they're from the army?" Aria's gaze darkened. "You're both spirits, and in the same place at that?"Devon's brain was muddled. "I don't think we're in the same place. They have food and drink, and they're living quite relaxedly."It was impossible for the Krowonian spirits to have food and drink on Farshyan soil, not when they had once invaded this land. This would only happen under one condition—someone had given them offerings.Ari
"Fine, whatever you say." Dean Rutgers glared at Aria. "There's no baby formula here. If you need it, go borrow it elsewhere."Aria left immediately, as if terrified, but in reality, she was moving to take photos so she could better explain the situation to the train marshals onboard.This was because she'd noticed something unsettling. It wasn't just this carriage that felt off; there were many women with babies in their arms, and they'd all boarded at midnight. She had also noticed the tattoo on Dean's arm, a design only worn by criminals willing to risk their lives for money. This wasn't something the train marshals could handle alone.At least ten people in this carriage were under Dean's control. The middle-aged man with glasses, smoking between carriages, was in charge of keeping watch. The men playing poker and drinking were only there to distract the authorities. Their rowdiness kept attention away from the women and their babies. It was all part of a premeditated sc
"What's he saying?""As if I know what he's talking about."The passengers craned their necks to look at Dean. Soon after, another man on the train put his arm around Dean's shoulders. "We're from the same hometown. He's saying weird things because he's drunk."Bart Taggart punched Dean in the abdomen. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?""Bart, I—" Dean was just about to say something when he saw a pale-faced baby on Bart's shoulder, staring at him creepily.That baby was one of those he'd trafficked.Dean was so scared that he collapsed on his seat, muttering, "This place is haunted, Bart, it's haunted! Those little ghosts are coming for us!"Ghosts?Almost all the passengers in the carriage woke up, and pandemonium ensued.Marna and the other women with babies looked at Dean. Bart slapped a bracelet on the table with a ferocious glare. "He's gotten so drunk that he's rambling."That bracelet was a rare one. It was a thread of sandalwood beads with a special fr
"I suspect that some of them are foreign mercenaries," Aria said.The train marshal was stunned for a moment. "You've read too many of those novels, young lady. We inspected everyone onboard very strictly so foreign mercenaries couldn't have boarded the train.""Usually." Aria opened a photo on her phone. "Look at the weird position of their hands. Also, the babies in these women's arms were all drugged."The train marshal shot up instantly after seeing the photo. It was obvious that this young marshal hadn't encountered something so serious before. "I'll report this to my superiors immediately.""You don't have time to. Where is the broadcasting system? Take me there," Aria said.The young train marshal was still hesitating. According to regulations, passengers couldn't enter the driver's compartment and the broadcasting room.Noticing that, Aria made a call immediately. "Have the conductor and person in charge of train K122 issue a command to every staff member onboard. Inform