Part 5 Red Priest Chapter 53 Abetment
Watching Ouness get on the carriage and leave, several bounty hunters hiding nearby immediately jumped out, some did not skimp on the upfront cost and directly stopped a passing rental carriage, some noted down the characteristics of the target carriage and tried to go around from the remote and narrow path to the front, and some mounted their own pre-prepared bicycle, and passed through the cracks of carriages and crowds in the sound of clanging and clanging, and followed very easily.
Of all these, Hugh was the only one who didn’t panic and remained where he was, watching Ernest and a number of his fellow travelers go away.
This kind of transportation aka bicycle is more useful than I thought… no wonder so many bounty hunters save their money and buy one… it saves on the expense of taking a carriage or the time spent on foot… …… If there are similar tracking missions on a regular basis, that’s enough money to be saved to buy a new pedicab… …The only problem is that there are very few models of this type of transportation at the moment, and they are all of the high seating type …… Hugh watched with a flutter of interest.
At that moment, a public carriage with rails came from the intersection and stopped in front of her.
Hugh was at exactly the right place for a stop.
Glancing at the double-decker carriage parked on the steel track, Hugh took out a few 1p copper coins, walked up, and found a seat by the window.
This kind of public carriage can carry nearly fifty people in total on the upper and lower levels, and it was not crowded at this time, allowing Hugh to survey the scenery outside the window very smoothly.
But she wasn’t enjoying the scenery, she quickly sketched out the exact appearance of her target in her mind:
Brown hair, bright red eyes, deeply defined, with a high, somewhat deformed nose, and holding a book of oil paintings.
With the “magistrate’s” extraordinary senses in this area, as well as the distance between the two sides did not increase, Hugh vaguely grasped the target’s current location and intended direction.
Therefore, she was very calm, and even took off her cap and straightened her slightly rough and stubborn blonde hair through the window.
After an unknown number of stops, Hugh sprang to his feet and stepped off after another stop of the public carriage.
This was the Birkeland Bridge area, and the target in her senses had changed direction and was preparing to head for the bridge.
Hugh instantly walked at a brisk pace, intending to enter another street from the corner in front of her and board the public carriage bound for the south bank of the Tassock River.
As her luck would have it, the public carriage pulled up just as she reached the platform.
Hugh breathed a silent sigh of relief and took out another couple of pennies he had in reserve, wanting more and more to buy a pedicab.
It was a crowded class of railed public carriages, but Hugh, relying on the authority of the Arbiter, passed through the crowd with some ease, and went up to the second floor, where he found a seat.
As the carriage moved slowly, Hugh casually glanced out the window, and her gaze suddenly froze.
She saw Sherman, whom she had not been able to find before!
The young man, who identified himself as a woman, was carrying a paper bag containing several long loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers into a narrow alley.
His shoulder-length brown hair had grown quite a bit longer, and his gray striped pants were rather tight.
Although his figure was too fleeting to be identified by a normal person, Hugh, as a “justice of the peace,” made a positive judgment with ease.
Sherman quit his room in the East End and moved here? Hugh saw that the other party was not doing anything, and he was following the target, so he resisted the urge to jump out of the carriage, catch up with the other party, and ask about the latest situation.
……
Clutching a paper bag containing multiple loaves of baguette and a stack of newspapers, Sherman made a long detour through alleys and streets before entering an apartment building, making his way up the narrow staircase to the third floor, pulling out his key, and unlocking the door to his own residence.
He seemed to have acquired good anti-tracking skills.
With a creak, the door opened, and Sherman’s eyes suddenly lit up, seeing a young girl in a long black dress.
This young girl had a sweet and warm face, had a marvelous and unspeakable figure, even if she stood at the window, blocking the sunlight and making her own place appear gloomy, it was as if she was gilded with a layer of gold, becoming more and more holy and beautiful.
”Why are you here?” Sherman stared at the other man, first in surprise, then unable to restrain himself from glancing up and down for a few moments.
The knot in his not-so-obvious throat quirked with it, and he swallowed.
In the next instant, he jerked his head away and looked to the side, as if afraid to look directly at him.
”Te, Ms. Tris ……,” Sherman mumbled, addressing the other man.
Tris’ smile bloomed slowly, making the poorly lit room seem to brighten up, then she asked in a slightly teasing tone:
”Why are you afraid to look at me?”
”I, I don’t know, what I like, what I like is obviously male, why, why do I still have a lot of strange thoughts when I see you ……,” Sherman replied in a slightly stuttering manner as he continued to look at the ground to his side.
Tris’s expression became a little complicated for a moment, and then she laughed as if nothing had happened:
”Females also appreciate their pretty and attractive counterparts.”
She added after a pause:
”I have come today with a task for you. Your initial progress was rapid and I was pleased with it, but lately it seems to have stagnated.”
Sherman’s face instantly showed some fear, and he subconsciously took a step back and said:
”I… I don’t think it’s necessary to do that ……”
Seeing that Tris didn’t retort, Sherman’s words gradually flowed:
”I really can’t do abetting someone to steal, rob, or kill, it’s too bad, too abominable!
”Even, even at the very beginning, those people you asked me to assassinate, I now feel that I have done too much, although they did scold me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread bad words about me, and hurt me in various ways to gain pleasure, but, but their behavior didn’t reach the extent that they needed to be repaid with their lives.”
Tris said with a smile that didn’t surprise her at all:
”That’s not what you said in the beginning, you hated them, you were filled with resentment towards them, and as soon as you gained extraordinary abilities, you couldn’t wait to get back at them, I just slightly mentioned it, and you planned multiple assassinations on your own, I always remembered the way you looked when your body was covered in blood, shivering, and wildly satisfied.”
As Sherman listened, he couldn’t help backing away until he was against the door of the room, which had closed at some point, before he covered his face hole with both hands and whimpered out:
”No!
”I’m having nightmares every night now about them bloodying around me, chasing me, tearing me apart ……”
A paper bag snapped to the ground and multiple long loaves of bread scattered out, while a stack of newspapers fell right to their side.
”That’s normal.” Tris calmly interrupted Sherman’s words, “This is the psychological metamorphosis stage that assassins are bound to have, think about it, when those people bullied you in the past, did you hate to kill them?”
”…… Yes.” Sherman hesitated for a moment and said.
Tris then let out a low laugh:
”Just think of it as you resisted when you were bullied and killed them.”
Her words had a tone about them that made people want to listen and believe, and Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded:
”That does make it better when you think about it ……”
Hearing this, Tris’s dimples presented themselves, adding slightly playfully:
”Moreover, they were no match for you when they were alive, so what is there to be afraid of when they die?
”Even if they turn into ghosts and apparitions, it’s nothing, you just need to carefully complete the ‘ritual’ and take the magic potion once more, and you’ll be able to burn all those spirits to death!”
”But, but, but, watching others become ugly, crazy, and vicious under my instigation, I just, I just can’t bear it.” Sherman was still rather reluctant.
Tris skimmed the corners of her mouth slightly, her smile unchanged:
”That’s the viciousness they already possessed, and it has nothing to do with you, and even without you, at certain moments on certain occasions, those viciousnesses could erupt.
”Also, the missions I’ve arranged for you are all related to gangs, are those people not clear to you what they are like? Being able to make them implode and kill each other is a mercy and compassion for you and the innocent residents of the East End like you.”
Sherman subconsciously opened his mouth, but the words came out and retracted.
He became silent for a moment.
Tris swept him a glance with her eyes and continued in a soft voice:
”You are only one step away from the ultimate goal, as long as you complete the remaining ‘rituals’, you will be able to drink the third dose of magic potion and completely transform into a female.
”At that time, you will be able to use the name ‘Sherman’ that you picked up before, what a beautiful name, and then, as a girl, you will leave Bekland, head to the Intersea County or Dixie County, and start a brand new life, no longer having anything to do with everything here, and, well, you’ll definitely be full of charms and Will be courted by many fine men, and from among them you will choose the one you are most satisfied with and like best to enter into marriage, give birth to lively children, educate them to grow up healthily, and take them to Winter County to ski, to Dixie Bay to vacation, and to the hunting grounds to enjoy the recreation that only aristocrats have ……
”Didn’t you say you’d give anything to find yourself?”
Sherman’s lips opened and closed a few times, pursed tightly for a moment, and opened a little:
”Ms. Tris, I understand, I… I will do as you commanded.”
After saying that, he seemed to have lost all his strength, staggering on the verge of falling, and subconsciously reached out to caress the nearby coat rack.
During this process, his eyes naturally swept over the stack of newspapers on the floor.
The stack of newspapers had already been spread out, revealing a certain article in the center one:
”…… Mr. Dawn Dantes, a wealthy man from Dixie, is interested in purchasing the Larivee Steel Company, believing it to have fairly good profitability and growth prospects ……”
……
”Sir, do you really want to buy Larivee Steel?” 160 Birklund Street, valet Enyuni opened his mouth to inquire on his way up the stairs.
Dawn Dantes shook her head and laughed:
”That news is pure fabrication, I’ve only met Mr. Phil Larivee, owner of Larivee Steel, once at a dance last week and had a few words.”
Walter, the butler next to him, sniffed with slight relief and then mentioned:
”Sir, Larivee Steel is indeed seeking a buyer, and there are quite a few interested parties at the moment.”
In other words, this news was Phil’s own way of getting a reporter to put it out in order to sell it for a better price? Klein nodded thoughtfully and entered the semi-open room with a large balcony, preparing to go above the gray mist later to observe the Hazel family for any abnormalities with the help of the “believer” Nyuni’s prayer points.
It was something he had been doing consistently for the last few days.