Chapter 105 It's not Helmer! It's yours...
The next day, the Lyrans who were going to work on the gear train saw a scene that shocked them.
One third of the four-division tower that was built together with the Tower of Babel and stood in Lyra for hundreds of years was destroyed, and the top part was in ruins, with thick smoke still billowing out of it.
"I heard that something happened to the branch tower in District 4 last night."
"Yes, it seems there was an explosion. The entire top floor was destroyed. The fire was not completely extinguished this morning."
"So what's going on here?"
"I don't know. Tianqin has never encountered such a situation before."
A strong sense of uneasiness gradually spread from the people on the gear train to the entire Lyra. Within the morning, all Lyrans would know about the four-area tower.
Such a big accident happened that Finley, the supreme commander of the Skeleton Corps, had to rush to the scene.
He looked at the three charred bodies that had just been carried out of the fire by his men and frowned tightly.
Then he saw Chalmers standing in front of one of the corpses, and he shouted, "Chalmers, what are you looking at?"
Chalmers finally came to his senses and hurried over to Finley's side, bowing reluctantly.
"Have you found out the identity of the deceased?" Finley asked.
Chalmers pursed his lips tightly, seeming unwilling to believe this fact. After a period of psychological warfare, he whispered, "It's Captain Kud."
When he heard the name, Finley's expression changed slightly: "It's Kud? Are you sure?"
"No... Although I also hope that I am wrong." Chalmers said, "But that is Captain Kud... I can confirm it."
Finley nodded and asked, "What about the other two people?"
"One is Zamen, the new secretary of District Four Affairs, and the other one is unknown yet." Chalmers looked up at Finley with a hint of pleading in his eyes, "Minister, do you know who did this?"
Finley was silent for a while, then whispered, "This is the third secretary to die in the past three days. Can you guess who killed the first two?"
Chalmers was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes immediately flashed with anger: "You mean Gerald?! Then Captain Kud is also..."
"There is no conclusive evidence yet." Finley said calmly, "But last night, I asked Kud to send Gerald back."
After leaving this sentence, Finley turned and left without looking at Chalmers again, but he could still hear Chalmers' whispers.
"No need for evidence... No need for evidence..."
Finley paused for a moment, but said nothing and walked straight into an office in the branch tower that was not affected.
When he opened the door, Finley saw the young man standing by the window with his back to him.
"You guys are going too far." Finley looked outside and closed the door after making sure no one was paying attention. "Then the third victim, was it Bishop Holman?"
"Who else could it be but him?" Yong Xin did not turn around, but said calmly, "If it is Gerard, then it would be much more convenient."
"You've gone too far." Finley clenched his fists and took a few steps towards Yongxin, as if he wanted to punch him. "You even dared to attack the bishop!"
"You got two things wrong, Minister Finley," Yong Xin said, "First, it was not me who killed Bishop Holman, but Gerard. Second..."
He turned suddenly, and startled Finley.
Because half of Yongxin's body was in a state of severe burns, and the degree of burns was no less than the three bodies outside.
With this level of injury, he is still alive?
Finley was shocked and stopped involuntarily.
"Second, Minister Finley, have you forgotten that you are now a member of the 'New Society'?" Yong Xin said with a chuckle, "You are already on the same path as us, why are you still questioning our actions? In fact, we almost succeeded last night. If it weren't for that little accident, Tianqin would have completed all the reforms today, and you would become the new bishop."
Finley clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to stare at Yongxin's terrifying face, and then said word by word: "You know very well that I don't care about this at all."
"Yes, yes, yes, I know, of course." Yong Xin said with a smile, "When our Lord ascends the throne, your daughter will naturally be healed. If you don't believe me, just look at me and you will know. I am still alive and well after suffering such a serious injury, right? And... she will recover soon."
As if to verify his words, Finley saw that the burned part of Yongxin was indeed recovering to normal skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This magical power made Finley stop questioning. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "What are you going to do now? Bishop Holman is dead. This is no small matter. Do you still want to keep this news secret?"
"Why keep it secret?" Yong Xin chuckled and said, "Why not just announce it to the outside world? We even have a ready-made murderer."
"You mean to put the blame on Gerard?" Finley said, "But there is no evidence..."
"No, we don't need evidence anymore, Minister Finley. From today on, we no longer need those rigid rules." Yong Xin pointed at Finley and said, "When you go back, you will find that what you said is the evidence."
Finley's pupils narrowed slightly: "You mean..."
"Although our adventure last night did not succeed in one fell swoop, we have achieved enough results." Yong Xin said with a smile, "Holman is dead. Look at the other bishops. Have they responded?"
Finley didn't say anything, but he understood what Yongxin meant.
The death of the bishop of a district would have been a huge event in the past. The Bishop of Babel would definitely summon the remaining bishops to discuss countermeasures and declare that the entire Lyra was in a state of emergency until the real culprit was found.
These are all written in the regulations.
But now, Holman had been dead for a night, and none of these things had happened, so there was only one possibility.
The bishops have completely lost their perception of the outside world.
And Tianqin was no longer able to respond to the situation before her.
He was like an old man, and just breathing consumed all his energy.
At this moment, Finley felt deeply sad, although it only lasted for a short moment.
Yongxin didn't care what Finley was thinking. He walked towards Finley slowly and said slowly, "Without the constraints of the bishop, Minister Finley, you can do too many things now, and the Zhuxin Society also needs your current strength to solve the only hidden danger. Of course, if you don't want to, we can also transfer the devil troops into the city."
Finley narrowed his eyes slightly: "Devil's army? That's taboo."
"I've already said it, Minister Finley," Yong Xin said calmly, "From today on, there are no more rules, and naturally no more taboos."
After hearing this, Finley looked at Yongxin deeply, then turned and left.
After Finley left, a strange tentacle poked out from the desk. It looked around, and after "seeing" Yongxin, its body began to wriggle, and soon it opened its mouth and made a sound: "It seems that this subordinate is not very obedient."
"He will be obedient." Yongxin said with a smile, "Unlike the dead knight, he is just a bitch who is both a scoundrel and a traitor. He just needs an excuse to do things for us. As long as he has this excuse, he will deceive himself into doing anything."
"Haha, you seem to understand human nature very well." The voice said lightly, "Is this [Domination]?"
"It's just that after experiencing too many life and death situations, I've seen through everything." Yongxin replied with a chuckle.
"But you still look a little worried." The tentacle asked, "Because of Gerard? Last night he suddenly used a power that did not belong to him. According to you, it was Rhine's spell?"
"Yes, that is Rhine's magic." Yong Xin nodded slightly, "Just as I thought, he must have obtained something in Rhine, but I am not sure yet... But it doesn't matter, I have sent people to Rhine to investigate, and I believe there will be results soon."
"What a restless fellow," the tentacle said leisurely, "but this is probably not the only thing that worries you, right?"
Yongxin fell silent. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly walked to the office window and looked into the distance.
The sky in the distance was dark because of the accumulation of dark clouds. The air was full of damp smell and low thunder could be heard faintly.
It's going to rain.
"After I was injured last night, I left here immediately." Yong Xin said, "About ten minutes later, I brought people back here, but he was gone. But I found that Bishop Holman had been dead for less than two minutes."
The tentacle was silent for a while, and then said, "You mean, Holman might have had a conversation with Gerald at the last moment?"
"Yes."
"That means he knew a lot from Holman—Tianqin's current situation, the existence of my Lord, and..."
"who I am."
Yongxin took over the conversation calmly.
At this moment, a dull thunder rumbled.
Then the rain came in torrents.
Looking at Tianqin under the rain, Yongxin said softly.
"He already knows who I am."
…
“Hoo, hoo…”
Gasping for breath, Gerard held onto the wall and moved slowly in the alley where it was raining heavily.
He would stop and dry-heave after every two steps. Sometimes he would vomit blood, which would quickly be diluted by the accumulated water, and sometimes he would vomit nothing at all.
"Your body is much worse than I thought." Bai Wei's voice sounded slowly in his mind, "Without mechanical assistance, you are really no different from a disabled person."
Before Gerard could reply, Bai Wei said, "Someone is coming."
A few seconds later he also heard footsteps, and immediately stood against the wall, holding his breath.
Not long after, a small team of Skeleton Corps members hurriedly trotted past the alley, then stopped at the entrance of the alley, but did not come in and left quickly.
Only after these people walked away did Gerard relax. He walked out of the alley and saw the wanted poster posted at the entrance of the alley.
The wanted target is naturally him.
"It's just like what we thought last night." Bai Wei said, "After the death of the bishop, rules and order have been further lost. Now, they can openly arrest you... So how do you feel? You just saved the city last night. If it weren't for you, those bugs would have eaten up most of this area, right? But now not only has no one thanked you, but they are also hanging you on the wall. Good people don't get good rewards."
Hearing Bai Wei's obvious ridicule, Gerard said nothing. He just took a look at the wanted poster and turned and left.
He was neither in the mood nor in the energy to answer Bai Wei.
Just as Bai Wei said, he is like a disabled person now.
His metal body had been completely destroyed in last night's battle and turned into scrap metal.
At this moment, he was walking with a load of dozens of kilograms, and he was injured, so after walking for a whole night, he still couldn't reach a safe area.
If he met an enemy now, he would not have the slightest ability to fight back and could only hand his body over to Bai Wei, just like he did last night.
"So where are you going now?" Bai Wei asked, "You're wanted by the whole city. There's no way you can go back, right?"
Gerard still didn't answer Bai Wei.
And this was a serious violation of his second deal with Bai Wei.
But Bai Wei didn't care, and was even happy to see it, so he just watched Gerard dragging his broken body through the alley like a disabled old man collecting scraps.
It would have been easy for him to be discovered if he did this, but Bai Wei's eyes helped him avoid a lot of danger.
We walked and stopped like this, and I don’t know how long it took before we finally arrived at our destination, the Rim Station where I had been yesterday.
And at this moment, Bai Wei finally understood where Gerard wanted to go.
Sure enough, after more than ten minutes, he successfully stood in front of the half-collapsed house with the walls covered with spray-painted words such as "The culprit should die".
These guys, when something happens, they subconsciously want to run home.
Even if home is no longer there.
Bai Wei thought so.
Gerard didn't know what Bai Wei was thinking. He walked into the house like a puppet and entered a room full of ruins.
Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, Gerald paused for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and began digging the ruins, as if he wanted to find something underneath.
At the same time, the experience of last night began to flash through his mind.
Last night, Bai Wei used his body to kill all the bugs and also beat the monster to the point of near death.
Then, a human face squeezed out of the monster's body - it was Holman.
Holman regained consciousness in his dying moments and told Gerald a lot of things.
For example, the new evil that is killing Tianqin.
For example, all the bishops entered the amber of thought to support Lyra and were cut off from the outside world.
For example, the power of the new evil spirits is much larger than imagined. They have infiltrated many positions in Tianqin and may even have influenced other bishops in the same way.
For example, Tianqin is in very bad condition and can’t hold on for much longer.
For Gerard, each of these pieces of information alone would be shocking, let alone adding them all together, and he finally realized how troubled Tianqin was at the moment.
But none of these can compare to the last piece of news.
Gerard's hands searched the ruins faster and faster, and his movements became more and more urgent.
In the past ten years, he has rarely lost his composure like he did today.
Due to the lack of mechanical assistance and the price he paid to Bai Wei, his body had already reached the point of collapse, but he could no longer care about that. He just kept digging, letting the stones cut his fingers and slice his flesh, and he did not stop.
Finally, he found what he was looking for.
A blurred photo.
The young man was holding a boy and a girl, and was facing the camera with a smile that he was not very good at.
Holman's voice rang in his ears again.
"Jellal... You're not the only member of the Evening Star who returned ten years ago. His name is Yongxin now."
"I already know, it's Helmer, right?"
"No, no, no... not Helmer."
Gerard's gaze gradually moved to the young man's face, and at the same time, Holman's last voice before his death exploded in his ears.
"It's your son!"
"It's yours..."
"son!"
The old and frail Gerard looked at the boy in the photo.
The boy in the photo is just as he remembered.
Smile at him.
(End of this chapter)
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