After having several guards send the Helis siblings back, Loran Hill continued to return by carriage.
Hopeland is more lively at night than during the day. After a tiring day of work, everyone likes to go out for a walk. There is no 996 work system in this world, and there are no convenient and bright electric lights, so people usually go off work and rest after dark.
Lanterns are hung on the street stalls, some selling trinkets, some selling snacks, and even some selling music tin boxes, which are alchemical props that can record sounds and then play them back. After several improvements, the price is not expensive.
The orange light from the window shone into the dark carriage. As the carriage moved forward, the light and dark shadows rotated and retreated on the small table. Listening to the noisy sounds of the night market outside, Luo Lanxier recalled the scene of leaving get off work in his previous life. It was also like this.
Inside the darkened bus, the high-rise buildings lining the road, their neon lights as numerous as stars, illuminated the night, their orange glow casting a shadow on weary faces. It was a peaceful place, the only sounds to be heard: the roar of the bus and the announcement of stops. Everyone sat together, silent, their faces illuminated only by the occasional glow of their phone screens. Facing this quiet carriage, she sometimes felt lonely, but other times, she enjoyed it.
Loneliness comes from working in a big city, where familiar friends and family are rarely seen, leaving her to savor the little moments of life on her own. Enjoyment comes from not being distracted by those around her, attending uninteresting dinners, family gatherings, or entertaining guests. After get off work, she can savor the freedom and ease of solitude, doing whatever she wants. Her free spirit is like running through the wilderness under the stars, washing away the dust and worries of the day.
Loran Hill leaned against the armrest of the sofa, gazing at the twinkling lights outside the car window. He couldn't help but feel a nausea at the schemes and intrigues of assassination. Why didn't everyone want to earn everything through honest hard work, instead always seeking shortcuts? Once upon a time, the word "hard work" had become unpopular. Countless people promoted various anxieties through various channels, and overwhelming advertising told you that only this or that way could you be considered "high-class," only that way could you be considered successful. You had to make a fortune, become rich overnight, become a role model for others to envy, and care about your future more than your parents did, so they could sell you courses and products, telling you how to be even more successful.
In order to get ahead and compete, people no longer think about how to polish their products. Instead, they focus on advertising, promoting products, discrediting competitors, and tripping them up. The hypocritical face under the glamorous coat is no longer believable.
The carriage slowly drove into the courtyard of the Chamber of Commerce, allowing Loran Hill to slowly wake up from his immersed memories. He got off the carriage and started dinner. Today's main course was grilled cod, served with vegetable soup, bacon bread, and a few coconut puddings at the end.
Watching the maids setting the dinner in the candlelight, the girl frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows as if nothing had happened. After dinner, she returned to her bedroom to rest.
In front of the candlelit dressing table, Loran Hill looked at himself in the mirror and blinked his transparent blue eyes. "Am I so easy to bully? You keep trying to stab me, aren't you afraid of my revenge?"
The candle emitted a faint fragrance as it burned, and a feeling of sleepiness began to come over her, but it was not very strong, very subtle and difficult to detect. She looked at the candle and did not blow it out. She did usually light a candle in her bedroom, and sometimes she would read in her bedroom until very late.
If she didn't know all this, some of the food in her dinner would react miraculously with the scent of the candles, causing her to fall into a deep sleep tonight and never wake up.
Looking at the candle, a long-planned plot, she slowly stood up, wondering what any normal person would do at this moment? Would they immediately call the courtyard guards, seal off the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, conduct a large-scale search, and then torture and reason with each person to find the murderer?
It's like walking in a maze in thick fog, everything is full of confusion and puzzlement.
Chelsea's recent investigation revealed Ceres's connection to the Helis family. He knew of Lady Meera's past, but he wasn't fully engaged in the investigation. The carriage and driver of the chariot that night belonged to the Nisos family. Did the Helis family truly not know about the sudden attack by Melu's guards, or were they deliberately misleading, trying to create the illusion of a frame-up? Were the Tisiphone family the masterminds or merely thugs? And the blue poison on the guard's sword was derived from a rare flower cultivated by the Anemies. How involved was the Anemies?
All these thoughts only made Loran Hill feel disgust and anger from the bottom of his heart. Is it so fun to sow discord and play with people's hearts?
He thinks he's hiding in the safety of the dark, teasing others with all sorts of schemes, then gloating over himself, showing how clever he is, how sophisticated his methods are, and how he can handle any situation with his schemes, as if everyone is just a chess piece in his hands. Killing people so effortlessly, without anyone noticing, and then having the victim thank him is truly absurd.
The girl opened the curtains, looked at the moonless starry sky, and stood quietly for a long time.
Then the golden color of her hair gradually faded and was dyed with a translucent blue color. Her soft hair and skirt gradually fluttered in the evening breeze, and her pupils were shining continuously, like emerald stars.
"You have no idea of true power."
As she finished her words, she jumped lightly from the windowsill, and then her figure flew up rapidly in the night, like a rising star.
The wind whistled in her ears and her hair flew rapidly. She was moving faster and faster, breaking through layers of air currents. The earth was getting smaller and smaller in her sight, while the vast sky was getting closer and closer.
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