Chapter 245: Have Faith in the Dark Crow (1/2)
”What was that all about? We're going to get back at them?”
”Yup.”
Calvin casually nodded his head.
He took a seat on the couch and fiddled around the nearby armrest with his hand. Something clicked and the table in front of them suddenly rotated before burying itself deep into the floor. When it came back, the table was now a cabinet filled with cold and hot drinks.
The world of Las Felipinas didn't have refrigerators, but they had their own methods to keep beverages cold and hot.
Calvin had no idea as to what sort of method was the House of a Thousand Thrusts was using to keep their beverages cold. The important part for him was that it was working.
Of course, he knew that this method was wasteful due to the fact that keeping beverages cold and hot always required a lot of energy.
”Interesting, so they are using the evaporation of this strange volatile liquid to keep the temperature down in this cabinet?”
”This is some neat stuff,” Calvin commented.
”Volatile? Evaporation?” Christine furrowed her eyebrows. She couldn't understand what Calvin was talking about.
”Nothing...” Calvin waved his hand and dismissed Christine's question.
”You still haven't told me about how are we going to get back at them. In the first place, how do you even know the identity of those people that injured Zachary?” Christine asked.
”Oh, you're calling him Zachary now? Is he really that pitiful for you?” Calvin teased.
”Shut up! Just tell me everything!”
”All right, all right, I will tell you, okay? Don't kick up a fuss.”
It was only when Calvin told her that he was willing to share his plans with her did she finally stopped kicking up a fuss.
”Fatty told us that the reason why he was beaten up was that he didn't comply with the demands of those loan sharks.”
”In other words, the reason why everything escalated to this point was that Fatty still hadn't paid the debt that his mother incurred from those loan sharks...”
”What if I told you that I have a way for us to hurt them while letting us earn enough money for the Fatty so he can pay his mother's debts?”
”Really? We can do that? Let's do it then! Right now! Let's do it!” Christine was delighted.
How could she not be? A way to pay the debt of Zachary's mother while also letting those gangsters feel the heat a tinge in their hearts at the same time?
How could there be a better deal in this world other than this? She was more than willing to execute Calvin's plans knowing that these were its possible outcomes!
”It's not that simple,” Calvin replied, ”I have to make sure that we are barking at the right tree. It wouldn't be good if we suddenly attacked an establishment, but it turned out that it had no connection whatsoever to those unscrupulous bastards, right?”
”I suppose...” Christine softly nodded.
She couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed.
She had been too hasty in her decision that she grew short-sighted, unable to see the intricacies of their plans and the conditions that needed to be met before they could make their move.
One of those conditions was that the establishment that they were going to attack must be related to those gangsters.
'Wait, attack?'
Christine suddenly caught the crucial part of Calvin's words and she asked, ”Attack? Are we going to attack them? No, no, no. We cannot do that. I can't possibly harm other people for my own benefit...”
”What the hell are you talking about?”
Calvin raised his eyebrows. ”Are you thinking that I am planning on going to one of their establishment with weapons blazing? I'm not that stupid.”
He coldly snorted and explained, ”In the first place, if I was truly that powerful, then do you really think that I wouldn't have done that already? I hate those bastards as much as Fatty does!”
”Those bastards?” Christine looked at him. ”So you really know who they are?”
”I have a hunch. But I still need to confirm it.”
”How are you going to confirm that hunch? Wouldn't it be better for us to launch a pre-emptive attack?”
”Also, what kind of attack are we talking here?”
Christine asked in curiosity.
”Hmmm...” Calvin thought for a moment before a smile escaped on his lips. ”That depends on what we are facing against. Well, just wait. Let me confirm the facts first, then I'll satisfy that curiosity of yours by telling you everything!”
Without any more words, Calvin fondled the couch once more before pressing a button.
Then, a dim light manifested in front of them.
”W-What is that?” Christine was astonished.
”This is a communication method between the customers of this exclusive room and the manager of the establishment itself. It's impossible to eavesdrop on conversations done using this method of communication, so it is incredibly safe...”
”What's more, the connection is also stable.”
Back then, Calvin frequented the House of a Thousand Thrusts not only because he wanted to have fun, but also because only the House of a Thousand Thrusts had a robust communication service that could handle the load and connect with the frequencies that 'those people' often used when conversing with the outside world.
If Calvin wanted to find the truth, then there was no other choice but to use supernatural means.
However, the use of supernatural methods required mystical ingredients that were impossible to find in places like this Hamlet of Azucar.
This was why Calvin had to contact them if he wanted to have what he needed in half a day.
As for how was he supposed to pay the price of contacting those people and their fast delivery services, as well as the prices of the ingredients themselves?
Well...
Money might make the world go round, but for those people that were already too rich to the point that for them—money might be, but a social construct.
Yes...
Those people only looked at money as a mere tool to increase their hidden influence throughout the world.
What they wanted the most was information.
And as someone who had already lived a single lifetime.
Information wasn't something that he lacked.
Calvin smiled.
He lifted his hand and slightly manipulated the inner workings of the communication device using his Mana.
Soon, a cold voice rang from the other line.
”Sino to?”
The other party was speaking in a language that was neither Elder Tongue nor Common Language.
But the moment the words landed in Calvin's ears, a smile crept up his lips.
A smile of excitement.
The rarity of the language that the man was speaking, as well as its age, was similar to Elder Tongue. However, it wasn't as powerful as the latter due to the fact that the deity that had established this language had never become a true god.
But in the hearts of its believers, it was the one and only true creator of the world...
The Father of Shadows and the Creator of the Sun.
Dark Crow.
”Have faith in the Dark Crow, and there shall be no sadness...”
”Have faith in the Dark Crow, and the light shall be forevermore...”
”Have faith in the Dark Crow, gain eternal life.”
”Have faith in the Dark Crow, the Father of Shadows, and the Creator of the Sun...”
”Bestowed upon thee shalt be eternal life.”
Calvin's throat vigorously trembled as he manipulated his vocal cords to squeeze these words out of his mouth using the dialect of the Dark Crow.
”...”
Yet not a response came from the other line.
Calvin patiently waited.
”What was that?” Christine asked.
She was horrified when she suddenly saw Calvin saying strange guttural words that sounded scary to the ears.
Calvin didn't respond to her question.
He raised his hand, extended his index finger, and placed it in front of his lips indicating that Christine shouldn't speak.
Fortunately, the young lass instantly understood what he was trying to say.
A few moments later, a voice finally came from the other line.
It was a voice of acknowledgment.
After being acknowledged, Calvin was finally able to place his orders.
”How are you going to pay for your order and the express delivery fee?” The voice on the other end of the line had finally calmed down.
It returned to its previous indifference as it coldly asked for Calvin's payment.
”As expected, it's really easy to talk with you people. All right, I'll pay with information.”
”Information?” The cold voice was dumbfounded. It didn't expect that Calvin would try to pay with information instead of money.
This was strange since how could the people who know about the Dark Crow Merchant Guild's existence not understand how deep its foundations were?
With its foundation, what kind of information it lacked? Any information that was valuable enough that it could be considered for payment was incredibly rare.
In fact, those that knew of this Merchant Guild's existence don't even bother paying with information.
What a joke!
If this merchant guild didn't know a particular knowledge, how could they possibly know it when they do not have the same foundation as this merchant guild?