Chapter 60 - The Legend (2/2)

It seemed that the elderly man wasn’t a caster. Instead, he was dying!

Aging and death were inevitable for humans.

Thulhu’s soul entered his body. After gaining control of his body again, Thulhu looked at the old couple thoughtfully.

The old, affectionate couple still looked healthy.

But only Thulhu knew that the old gentleman was dying and that his body was too weak to hold his soul.

Thulhu didn’t want to see the old gentleman die in front of him.

He sighed.

Even if he didn’t do anything, the cops would certainly get involved if someone died on the train, which would mean trouble for Thulhu.

And Thulhu always preferred to avoid trouble whenever he could.

“Hey…”

Thulhu tried to talk to the couple. “You two going to Posi Harbor as well?”

“Yeah!”

The old gentleman suddenly woke up. They exchanged looks at first and then the wife answered, “We were born there, but we’ve been away from our hometown for many years. Now we’re moving back!”

“I see…”

Thulhu murmured. Obviously, the elderly man had had a foreboding; this was a wish of his which he wanted to fulfil.

“Hi, I’m Dora!”

The young lady hurriedly joined the conversation. It had been too quiet in the compartment. She introduced herself. “I’m a journalist! I’m also going to Posi Harbor for an interview!”

“I just graduated from college. I’m on a post-grad trip,” said Thulhu.

“You went to college?”

Dora was quite impressed.

College graduates weren’t common in this world. They were regarded as highly-educated elites in society, and were always respected.

Dora had learned how to read and write at most. As a journalist, her salary wasn’t bad.

“Yeah… St George’s University…” Thulhu nodded.

Then he asked the young lady, “Posi Harbor is quite far from Niah. Why do you have to go there?”

Thulhu wondered if something big had happened in Posi Harbor recently.

“Well…” Dora sighed. “The newspaper needs to draw people’s attention. Journalists like me are sent everywhere in the hopes of finding some firsthand breaking news story… I don’t even know what to expect…”

“Speaking of newspapers…” said the old gentleman, “at that time, we didn’t have newspapers, just stories. In Posi Harbor, we have a legend about the Beaks.”

“The Beaks?”

Thulhu raised one eyebrow slightly, his interest piqued.

During the Twilight of the Gods, stories of some extraordinaries had turned into ghost legends.

But people would soon know that the legends were actually based on facts.

“Yes, the Beaks…” The old gentleman started looking slightly excited. “They were a group of people who had crow beaks! They showed up at night and brought misfortune to all the places they visited, so they were also called ‘Death Birds’!”

“Misfortune?”

Dora had taken out her notebook and pen. “But I heard that they were actually doctors who cured many diseases…”

The old gentleman chuckled and shook his head,

“That’s one of the many versions. However, my version is a horror story. Legend has it that they brought plague and other diseases to the places they visited, and they enjoyed cutting bodies into pieces…”