??Chapter 219: 154 Borrowing High-interest Loans (4100) (Thanks for the 15,000 starting coins tip from the Lakeside Reservoir)_1
Chapter 219: 154 Borrowing High-interest Loans (4100) (Thanks for the 15,000 starting coins tip from the Lakeside Reservoir)_1
East Sea County, Anta City, the suburban train station.
On the approximately twenty-ter long rectangular platform, passengers dressed differently held their travel cases, quietly waiting for the arrival of the train. Until a distant whistle sounded, everyone turned their heads.
In the distance, a black and red steam train seed to breathe, puffing out clouds of white steam. It was coated in a layer of glow under the sunrise.
As the train body approached, the ground began to tremble slightly. White steam continuously gushed out along the track, surprisingly enveloping the entire locomotive. A sll of coal smoke perated the steam.
Whew~ the square train head approached like a teor.
The carriage doors opened, and passengers from other cities flowed out continuously. A black boot stepped on the dark gray platform, a man with a cold deanor looked up at the sky. Then he plunged into the crowd, heading towards the urban area.
Half a month later, Casio was back here.
He traveled from East Sea City to Anta City. During this period, Casio revisited Warmingda University and found Professor Tennessee who had helped him decode ancient information before. Everything was the sa as before, as long as you had money, everything was easy to handle.
Casio did a little incentive to speed up the process.
Basically, the quicker the decode, the more money Professor Tennessee could make. Under the temptation of substantial profits, Professor Tennessee would certainly be able to reach the decoding efficiency Casio was satisfied with.
Besides, according to what Professor Tennessee said. The parchnt and the map Casio gave him a few months ago seed to be relics from the sa era or a similar era. Decoding the parchnt would be faster based on the foundation of decoding the map information.
After getting off the train station, Casio returned to the house he had bought in Anta City. This was one of his bases.
After a short rest, and a al at noon.
Casio, carrying a beige hand suitcase, arrived at a narrow path in the suburbs of Anta City, a place rarely frequented by people.
Next to the path was a heap of ssy weeds and rubble. A straight and thin bronze pillar rested on the rubble, its surface mottled.
He took out the bell and began shaking it as usual.
The world blurred for a mont, and Casio entered the rainy world of the Black Rain Villa. The originally clear sky was replaced by dense dark clouds, and a drizzle continuously fell from the sky.
A black horse carriage drove over, trampling the mud ground.
Casio glanced at the coachman veiled in a cloak, hesitated to step towards the carriage, and then climbed into the carriage.
The two strong black Liuma up front gradually opened their hooves. The horse carriage began to move forward, the car wheels rolling.
A minute passed, and Casio in the carriage let out a breath. This ti, the Black Rain Villa seed not to target him, otherwise, he’d have to bring out the armored carriage he had prepared last ti.
An hour later, the Crossbow Station.
Casio, holding an umbrella, stood in front of the door and reached out to knock lightly on the wooden door. Imdiately, soone ca over to open the door
“Hello… ah, it’s Mr. Twilight.”
The door was opened by a handso, golden-curled youth, about twenty years old. It was Iri, who had previously cooperated with Casio, and later was recomnded by Casio to Crossbow.
“Mr. Twilight, please co in.”
The youth smiled gently, moving to the side.
“Hm.” Casio nodded slightly, and walked in.
Taking out the key, he opened the door. The layout inside had not been touched, but there was little dust on the ground, it should have been cleaned by professionals. Casio made the bed, and then holding what he needed, strolled through the streets to the Baptism Church.
This ti, there were quite a few people in the church hall. They took brief rests and then went into the vacant secret rooms.
Casio scanned around in the hall, and then walked over the gorgeous caisson, past a large number of black benches, and stood in front of the prayer table. On the table lay a dark, yellowed, old scripture.
Seemingly sensing soone’s approach, the candlesticks on both sides of the prayer table were suddenly lit, emitting a strong white light. The Eerie Night Guests looking over from a distance could not see clearly anymore.
But the nearby Casio was not affected by the light.
The scripture in front of him began to turn pages on its own, making rustling noises. The yellowed pages quickly slid to the atonent mission.
The font of the atonent mission turned a blood-red fluid.
Casio expressionless, took out a repaired map and a broken stone piece the size of an earlobe from his bosom.
Both objects were imdiately placed on either side of the scripture pages.
Beep…
The blood-red font warped and twisted, finally sliding across the paper like fresh blood, clambering on the map and the broken stone piece, completely enveloping them.
At the sa ti, it seed a gale blew, and the scripture began to flip through its pages feverishly. The pages rustled, flipping back and forth, before a few pages suddenly tore off, incinerating midair.
The flas rolled in the air, finally dropping black ashes.
Casio felt a chill on the back of his right hand, looked up, and found that the shield mark had returned to normal. The long spear piercing the shield disappeared. He had successfully atoned.
Rustle… Beep… Rustle…
On the prayer table, the scripture frantically was turning pages in place. This phenonon created an inexplicable feeling that the villa was in extre unrest.
Casio’s gaze remained flat, he turned decisively.
He didn’t care about anything the villa would do after knowing the relic’s address because the villa itself might not be safe for long. Moreover, this was just a piece of historical retrospection.
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