Chapter 200: 'Interception”

Chapter 200 “Interception”

It was obviously still sunny in the morning, but now the sky had turned gloomy for some reason – gray clouds and fog blanketed Pland from top to bottom, leaving the bell towers and chimney in the distance looking like structures of black ink.

Two cars drove out of the Underwood family’s mansion under this weather, one heading straight up the avenue and towards the city center while the other swerved onto the side street to the lower city.

Morris sat in the driver’s seat and cautiously steered the vehicle along the roads while constantly keeping track of the weather outside.

The sky had grown even darker than just now, and the chaotic downdraft caused everything to flap and howl with a sense of eeriness.

This unsettled the old historian inside. From what he recalled, the last visit to the antique shop was exactly like this – bad weather.

Raising his right hand and patting his head to refresh himself, Morris glanced at the string of stones on his wrist using the corner of his eye.

Between the intricately structured knots, only four colored stones remained. These divinely blessed stones shimmered faintly in the groggy skylight, carrying an atmosphere that calmed his soul.

Lahem’s protection allows scholars to temporarily save their lives in the face of incomprehensible knowledge, but the usage had limited utility in the face of truly dangerous entities. Morris didn’t know what awaited him at his final destination or whether the stones could protect him like the last, but he still decided to go.

As long as you control your curiosity, as long as you don’t open your “true eyes”, as long as you don’t observe Mr. Duncan and all the things around him, you are safe Morris. The subspatial shadow is friendly. As long as you don’t cross the line, he will not harm you and may even offer help.

Morris took a gentle breath and let his pounding heart to slowly calm down.

He knew that he had touched upon some terrible truth beneath the peaceful surface of the city-state, but instead of choosing to report it to the church himself, he rather go meet an unspeakable being from subspace.

This was undoubtedly a rebellious or even heretical act.

But he still made this bold decision.

What will they do if I go out in the open?

Morris blinked after that thought, suddenly catching a figure sitting directly behind himself through the rearview mirror.

It’s a “man” dressed in tattered ascetic robes with a thin and shriveled build like that of a skeleton. Currently, this individual was making a grotesque smile at Morris.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Morris,” the shriveled figure spoke suddenly, still polite but creepy, “where are you going?”

“I should have known... When I discussed the ‘Wilhelm Summons Affair’ with Mr. Duncan, I should have thought of your kind, Ender Missionaries...!” Morris slammed on the brakes and swung his head around to confront the intruder in the back seat, “... When did you get inside my car?”

“It’s hard to say, it could have been yesterday, or maybe it was 1889, or even the day when you and your wife bought this car.” The thin man seemed to be pleased by the hostile glare from Morris and showed a wrinkled grin from that shriveled-up face, “Is there something of importance to be in such a hurry?”

Morris replied with silence, but the thin Ender was unimpressed and continued to speak politely: “Apologies, but I cannot allow you to reach your destination. I won’t take your life though; after all, you did pray to subspace during that great fire too. From a certain perspective, you’re also a partial compatriot... Oh forgive me, you didn’t know, did you? You didn’t know who you were praying to?”

Morris’s face became ugly and white before finally showing a wry smile: “So that’s why...”

“As we always say, subspace is the Promised Land, which will respond to all wishes of the living...” The Ender raised a hand and said reverently before gazing at Morris, “What will you do next? Try to expel me? I have learned about the power of the God of Wisdom. His believers are given the power of the word, right? You can turn your knowledge and memory into power, shooting out words like bullets. I would love to see...”

“Bang, Bang!”

A series of six deafening gunshots exploded within the car, and before the Ender could finish speaking, he was already turned into a corpse by a large-caliber revolver. Two bullets had made a hit, one entering the heart while another landed in the forehead.

As the shriveled body quickly turned into pale fragments and scattered like dust against the wind, Morris raised his right hand with a smoking revolver gun in hand.

“I have all the bullets I need here. Why should I waste words on you...” After muttering those words, he casually reloaded the bullets and started the car again.

He knew his journey was still difficult, and something might still be blocking him ahead. Therefore, killing a single Ender would not end everything. In fact, this same one might just return tomorrow and continue pestering him. He knows this because the fact that the other side dares to show up in his car means his death meant nothing.