Captulo 1659: Chapter 99: The Night Before, Part 2
Moreover, perhaps because his ti was drawing near, his inspiration suddenly multiplied several tis over.
He ‘saw’ things that he could never ‘see’ on ordinary days.
So good.
So bad.
So that he hoped for.
And so that he couldn’t accept.
The majority were bad.
What was unacceptable was even worse than he imagined.
In contrast, the difficulties Jason and Taniel faced seed insignificant, like a feather, floating lightly.
In short, it would be a result that was hard for him to accept.
Of course, this result could be changed.
As long as soone could break the stalemate!
It could definitely change the result.
Him?
No, he couldn’t.
Although he ‘saw’ it, he didn’t have the ability to change anything.
On the contrary, if he got involved, it would only make things worse.
Because…
His strength was really too weak.
But Jason was different.
Jason’s strength was strong enough.
However, that wasn’t the key point!
The key point was that, even with his greatly enhanced inspiration, he still couldn’t see Jason’s ‘fate trajectory’!
Everything about Jason was hidden!
It was as if an invisible force was protecting Jason!
San didn’t know what it was, but he knew that such a Jason was enough to be the key to breaking the stalemate.
That was enough.
"Hope…”
"It will get better.”
San said this, his eyes already on the two people standing at the intersection of Zhengli Tree Street.
The two were wearing cloaks, concealing their appearances and figures.
San looked back again.
At so point, two similarly dressed people appeared behind him.
Sigh.
With a slight sigh, San didn’t flee, nor did he shout.
Because he knew running was useless.
He couldn’t run at all.
As for shouting?
It was a complete waste of effort.
He straightened his clothes, corrected the hat that hid his face, and walked towards the two cloaked individuals in front.
Earlier, it was to increase the faint hope of escape.
Now?
That was unnecessary.
Rather than dying a humiliating death in the gutter, it’s better to face death calmly.
The fear of death at this mont was no less for San, but when facing inevitable death, at least he chose to die with dignity.
"Let’s go.”
Standing in front of the two, the two behind him also followed, and San calmly said to the two in front.
The two didn’t waste any words and stepped aside to make way.
As San stepped forward, the two flanked him left and right.
The two behind closely followed.
San was almost escorted out of Zhengli Tree Street.
Once they turned the street corner, a sack was placed over his head, and he was pushed onto a carriage.
Rumble rumble!
The wheels rolled over the gravel path.
With a little bumpiness, San could clearly sense that he was moving away from Tert—the feeling of death getting closer, his inspiration rising again almost vertically. ꭆâΝỖ₿ΕꞨ
Taking away from Tert to execute ?
Seems a bit excessive, doesn’t it?
No, it’s not right!
No, it’s not right!
I am…
Bait!
San almost imdiately reacted.
Then, the dramatically increasing inspiration, aided by the ‘Diviner’s’ special talent, let him glimpse an elder seated in front of a small tea table, greedily enjoying sweets.
And the elder, who should have been completely absorbed by the sweets, at this mont, raised his head as if sensing sothing.
Then the elder smiled.
Smiled towards San.
Imdiately, a chill shot straight to his head.
San shivered with a cold tremor.
The image in his mind shattered instantly.
He didn’t know who the elder was, but he confird that the other party was the Planner of this event.
Imdiately, San began to struggle.
But the next mont, he stopped.
One of the four people guarding San lifted a foot and kicked him hard; in the mont San was gasping in pain, a hand chop hit the back of San’s neck.
San fainted instantly.
“‘Diviners’ are indeed the most troubleso group of people.”
"Especially those with Talent.”
Gista’s voice suddenly echoed in the carriage.
Among the four escorts, the obvious leader nodded in agreent.
"Yes.”
"That’s why we planned for years to cut off their ‘path’.”
The voice was sinister and cold.
The words spoken made one’s hair stand on end.
"You’re the ones who made the specific arrangents.”
"You’re the ones who took action.”
"?”
"I tried to dissuade you guys.”
Gista said while eating.
In his room, the two pastry chefs he had hired at a high salary were bringing in two plates of freshly baked cakes. Gista did not avoid them.
Of course, the two pastry chefs who moved stiffly, with vacant expressions, and seed dead wouldn’t say much either.
They…
No!
Are, they are.
They no longer had the ability to think as they should.
All they had were Gista’s orders.
Apart from that, they were basically left with the instincts of the undead.
"This cherry scone is truly delicious.”
Gista praised.
As he spoke, he smacked his lips.
In the void in front of him, the voice of the leader inside the carriage could be heard.
"With what you said just now…”
"Those ‘Diviners’ you trapped would die with unfinished business.”
The words were full of mockery.
"I tried to persuade them.”
"To make them work for .”
"In the end, they were too proud, so just let them all die.”
Gista said nonchalantly.
"Oh, and what about Jason now?”
"Did you try to recruit him too?”
The leader in the carriage chuckled softly and asked.
"Him?”
"He’s different!”
“‘Diviners’ and ‘Night Watchers’ are not the sa.”
"The forr is powerless trickery; even if it’s real, we can alter it.”
"The latter?”
"Very dangerous.”
"Each one is dangerous, especially when one is hard and the rest find out, their level of danger multiplies—so I won’t recruit him.”
"I won’t even appear before him.”
Gista explained convincingly.
"That’s why I’m here!”
"But, why today?”
"Tomorrow is the foolish Emperor’s funeral; wouldn’t it be better to appear then and make things more chaotic?”
The leader in the carriage asked seemingly puzzled.
"Czar, you want to know more about the plans for tomorrow?”
"If so, just tell directly.”
"With the relationship between us, there’s no need to beat around the bush.”
Gista said, licking his finger sared with cream.
Hearing this clear licking sound, Czar in the carriage shook his head decisively.
"I don’t want to know!”
"I’m just a fringe mber in the organization!”
"I don’t want to get involved in your fights!”
"And I don’t want to peer deeper!”
"I’m only here for my share of the reward!”
Czar emphasized.
"All the better.”
"Leave Jason to you.”
"The rest?”
"Leave it to us.”
With that, Gista ended the communication.
Then, this elderly man who craved sweets grinned grimly.
"Stick to your role?”
"Czar, you’re overacting.”
"But, even if you’re a piece of trash, there’s a use for you, especially when you’re a sixth-level Professional?”
"Just get rid of Jason!”
"Once he’s gone…”
"The last little bit of unexpected trouble will be eliminated!”
Gista said, raising a hand to once again instruct his chefs.
"Make more strawberry scones.”
The two undead chefs bowed and then turned to leave.
The carriage that had driven out of Tert took a turn and headed toward Tert’s forr station.
Wrapped in a black robe, Czar kept his face hidden with a hood, but even so, his three subordinates could sense their Leader’s displeasure.
The three held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Several minutes later, when the carriage entered the abandoned station and stopped, Czar finally returned to normal.
"Gista, just you wait!”
"Do you really think you can control everything?!”
"There’s a big surprise waiting for you tomorrow morning!”
Saying these words, this elder in the organization pushed open the carriage door, ready to step down.
But in the next mont, he was stunned.
Because, standing before him was soone he could never have expected—
Prince Ruitai!
Prince Ruitai in regular attire, barehanded!
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