Chapter 59 - The Steam Train (1/2)

Once the necromancer was dead, the skeletons instantly lost their driving force, like marionettes whose wires and strings were cut.

Thulhu and Roald captured several members of the group who tried to escape.

The fight soon ended.

After a short while, Jack walked over to them, grief on his face.

“That necromancer blew himself up in the end with an explosive magic circle. Two of our good lads are gone…”

He paused a bit before saying again, “We’ve searched the place, but we didn’t find your friend.

“According to the prisoners, your friend was sent somewhere else, because there was some slight misfortune which lingered around him…”

…

Misfortune?

Roald and Roald exchanged looks.

They thought that the church had purified Shawn, but it turned out there was still a tiny amount of misfortune left. In the eyes of those cult followers, however, this wasn’t a bad thing at all. Instead, Shawn was like a torch to them in the darkness.

“I see.”

There was no expression on Roald’s face. He turned around and left with Thulhu.

It was only when they walked out of the warehouse zone that Roald said to Thulhu slowly, “I need to go back to Dagusta.”

Black Death was his problem, and he should be the one to solve it!

He also didn’t want to put his younger brother in danger.

Thulhu’s lips moved slightly, but no voice came out.

He couldn’t ask Roald to take him along; he was still a burden.

A rank one spirit medium was nothing.

“Then…”

Thulhu took a deep breath and said, “I’ll set off for Posi Harbor to find out how to reach the next stage.”

“Smart choice. I wish you all the best!”

Roald turned around and gave Thulhu a big hug.

Then he simply walked away, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

That was it?!

Thulhu was quite speechless. Although he knew that Roald wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, that farewell was too simple.

What about the shop? What about those things they had in the abandoned factory?

Basically, Roald left Thulhu an awful mess to clean up and didn’t give him a chance to say no.

…

In the next few days, Thulhu was extremely busy.

First, he had to go to the police station to get the blockade around their shop taken down.

Although No. 11 Union Bureau had also sent the police station a message, Thulhu still had to follow procedure.

Thulhu was about to sell this shop, but on second thought, he decided to keep this property.

Thus, Thulhu finally just closed the shop in hopes that the value of the property might increase.

Thulhu was quite confident that it would, since the union’s economy was growing fast.

Roald had taken away most of the valuable things in the factory, and had only left Thulhu a dagger. According to Roald, this dagger was specially designed to kill demonic creatures.

It was true that Thulhu liked Roald’s revolver very much, but he didn’t dare carry a gun around when he had to go through security checks.

Thulhu hoped that Roald would be able to save Shawn. There was nothing much he could do for Shawn right now.

Thulhu also counted his money. In total, he now had twenty-nine gold dragons, five silver eagles, and a full handful of coppers.

He had never been so rich!

Thulhu told himself that this would be his post-graduation trip.

Feeling a little excited, he bought a train ticket to Posi Harbor.