166 The Darkness underneath the Explosion (1/2)

Chapter 166: The Darkness underneath the Explosion

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

It was dark inside the museum. As the wax statues standing along both sides of the aisles were very vivid in the glass covers, many of the visitors were both impressed and a bit scared.

”Great work! The only difference is that the statue has a skil slightly darker than mine!” Viscount Wright laughed. ”Great art skill, Mr. Saugus! If I stand together with him here at night, I bet no one could tell who is real.”

Because of the attack earlier, Saugus' face looked quite gloomy. Hearing the viscount's praise, Saugus cheered up a bit, ”My lord, the statue was customized for you when you just came back from Holm. At that time, your skin did look a bit darker.”

”Haha… Saugus, you just won't give me any chance to say that your work is not perfect, will you?” Viscount Wright laughed again, even louder, ”You reminded me, and that's true. When I came back in July, my skin was quite tanned.”

”Yes, yes… I almost could not recognize you at that time.” Granneuve followed the words of the viscount in a flattering smile. Then, he took a glance at Harrison Brown and said to Wright, ”My lord, it was Harrison Brown who was the target of these attackers. I wonder if I should stay away from him. After all, I'm not a knight.”

Wright tidied his clothes a bit and answered, ”No worries. Although those sorcerers want to kill Brown, they cannot afford losing more of their people, especially their important members, or they would just directly send a middle-rank sorcerer here and easily kill Brown. However, if that was the case, the sorcerer would be caught later for sure. So, even if there are still more attacks, they would not get close to us.”

”I see… That definitely makes sense, my lord,” answered Granneuve, although still feeling concerned.

”Just appreciate Mr. Saugus's artworks. If anything really happens, you'll have my protection.” Viscount Wright added.

”Thank you… thank you, my lord!” Granneuve, who always claimed to be the most loyal servant of the viscount, hurriedly showed his gratitude.

Hearing the viscount's words, the rest of the nobles also felt a bit more relieved.

On the other side of the museum, with the black suitcase in his hand, Lucien calmly walked toward the end of the corridor.

After a couple of turns, Lucien found a corner where there was no one, except only a few empty glass covers that were waiting for the upcoming wax statues.

Quickly calculating the distance between Brown and himself, Lucien carefully hid the suitcase after taking away the Thales inside and opening the secret layer.

Underneath the layer, there were ten tubes of Flame Gel and a pack of gunpowder, as well as a very long rope piling in circles.

Furthermore, these tubes of Flame Gel were way more powerful with regards to the explosive compared with their original version. Lucien had got sulphur, nitric acid and some other equipment and made nitroglycerin out of them. Then he added it into the pre-made Flame Gel.

The reason why Lucien did not directly use nitroglycerin only was that he would need the power waves produced by the Flame Gel later on.

On the previous night, Lucien had calculated the speed of the rope being burned. After placing the rope and the extra pack of gunpowder properly, Lucien lit the rope on fire with a flintstone.

Even the rope was specially treated by Lucien. He soaked the rope in a chemical liquid in advance to make sure the burning was steady and stable.

After finishing all the work, Lucien lowered his black top hat and walked back to the crowd in a swift but calm pace.

The tiny sound of a rope burning in a secret corner was almost impossible to hear.

The process was slow, but it was steadily going on.

Two minutes later, Lucien came back to the crowd. He saw the nobles were still chatting, walking around and appreciating the artworks.

”One minute to go,” Lucien thought to himself.

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Brown was hoping that one day his own wax statue could be made by the city museum.

Close to him, Mr. Saugus was busy with talking to a couple of nobles, discussing the issue of making more new wax statues for them.

Brown also wanted to talk to Saugus. When Brown was walking to him, he saw a black-haired and black-eyed young man who was observing a wax statue very carefully. The young man was wearing a black top hat and an elegant-looking monocle, which was a typical popular dressing style from Holm.

”The fashion of Holm is now influencing Sturk,” thought Brown to himself, ”Indeed, many young nobles in Sturk are following this trend.”