The Elusive Sorcerer

Chapter 159

After traveling several hundred meters aboard the tram, Zavi initially could not believe that such a vehicle existed in Ource.

Yes, even though he had already known from seeing the tracks on the road, after seeing it with his own eyes, he could not contain his surprise.

"In Vinohoshi, in Tafox, this is normal," said Aaron, who was sitting in the seat behind him.

Without looking at him, Zavi said, "It's a shame this advanced technology doesn't exist in Moran."

In the end, Moran's destruction had been worth it. That was what Zavi had thought since the day the city stood on the brink of ruin and the day Moran became a ghost city.

"Actitus, is your goal of exploring Semilir and Kuranda still the same?"

Zavi watched the people passing by on his right through the clean glass window.

"At first, I wanted to get to Kuranda as quickly as possible, but we'll stay in this city and move before April," he said with a sigh.

Zavi had not told Aaron anything about the theft and infiltration of the Ountakana auction. However, Zavi remembered that Aaron knew about the auction, and Zavi himself realized that he had told Mine that the team would steal something from it.

The plan had become more complicated and complex when Zavi himself obtained the perfect item to ensure the heist succeeded.

For now, he chose to ignore it and focus on several missions.

Still searching for Zuhen and Felina. Searching for the Lantern of Destiny. Searching for Canel, a Receivers of Prisoner. Digging up information about the demon hiding behind technological advancement and discovering who the mysterious fifth-level evil spirit, Mastering, really was.

"Oh?"

Aaron momentarily forgot what he wanted to say and ultimately abandoned the thought.

Previously, Aaron had intended to ask about Zavi's recent disappearances, but it never happened, as though the thought itself was being restrained by something.

As for the news regarding James Moriarty... the three of them knew absolutely nothing about it, even though they had read newspapers discussing his mysterious appearance in Chavez.

Traveling by tram saved time, although each kilometer cost 2 Pace, twice the fare of a regular train ride!

Since they were now wealthy and no longer poor as before, the four of them no longer thought about the fare.

'With 545 Pace, I can survive in this place for more than two months before moving on. Originally, all my money amounted to around 580 Pace, and I know it's dirty money. Tch, it's annoying how I keep ordering so much delicious food in this place.'

After grumbling inwardly, Zavi yawned and covered his mouth with his right hand. This journey was very relaxing and quite boring if it lasted several minutes or even an hour!

Not long afterward, the tram stopped several hundred meters from Palaran Station in western Ource.

As soon as the four of them got off the tram, they hurried toward the station together with the flow of people who shared the same destination.

Tuesday, the 28th, 10:35 AM.

The journey toward the major regions of Semilir, separated by the Vesuvius River, was about to begin.

Boarding a first-class steam train for the sake of saving money, they were now inside Room 507 of Carriage 6.

The excess steam released through the safety valve produced a constant, sharp, high-pressure hiss that could always be heard from Carriages 6 and 7.

Yet they enjoyed the train ride and regarded the sound as no more than birds chattering outside.

Choo! Choo! Choo!

The steam train began moving, slowly at first, but over time its speed steadily increased.

Several minutes later, a few hundred meters before crossing the Vesuvius River, Zavi found himself repeatedly drawn to the window, enjoying the beautiful yet terrifying scenery from the train as it sped above the mighty river.

The train maintained a constant speed, and Zavi was rewarded with a magnificent view of towering trees along the riverbank, enormous boulders, and the vast river itself with its murky blue waters and powerful current.

'So this is what they call the Vesuvius River? The great river whose existence is taught in schools and discussed in everyday life?'

Zavi shook his head after seeing it with his own eyes. He also noticed bubbles rising from the water and something motionless yet breathing, releasing bubbles along the riverbank.

Chalog.

Zavi snorted.

'Falling into this place is really terrible! Ah, why am I suddenly imagining this bridge collapsing like in the movies?'

He shook his head, eyes closed and lips curling upward.

And the journey continued as the train passed hills covered in trees and the site of a dark incident from several years ago that still carried the scent of death and a piercing sensation borne by the gentle midday wind.

....

In Minehold Village, in Haven Village, the group from Meeting Tent 15 gathered once again after several of their members had said their farewells weeks earlier.

Arvrenda, who was close to Albert, asked about his departure with Forn Vinora, the woman he had once suspected because of the Resse supernatural creature attached to her.

Taken to Makoli City because "he" was her only acquaintance and closest person, Arvrenda requested one thing:

Please take care of "her" until "she" awakens from her endless sleep.

Even though Albert had only recently met her and opened up to her, he still felt awkward speaking with Arvrenda and simply replied, "I'll call or send a telegraph and let you know how she's doing after she wakes up."

And Arvrenda answered with a smile, "I'll wait for the good news."

At that moment, Zeta did not know what to say and silently prayed, hoping that the god Auneron would bless Forn Vinora with His fortune, now that she had fallen under the curse of eternal sleep.

She wanted to cry, but her tears had already dried up, or perhaps she was embarrassed to be seen by others.

....

Fererra, the leader of the meeting group in the main tent at Coordination 15, faced the village chief, a capable man named Hasten.

"So all of you are saying your farewells, huh?"

The villagers, who had grown comfortable with their presence, gathered around the hut where they had been staying.

"Brother Zaharon is leaving this place?"

On the other side of the hut, Zaharon Kavatusce was approached by a young boy who had spent the last few days trying to cheer him up.

Wearing a guilty expression, forced to leave the village for the sake of his goal, Zaharon patted the boy's shoulder and softly said:

"Big brother... can't stay in this place for long because there is something I need to accomplish."

His gaze shifted to the boy's mother, who stood not far away with a warm smile.

Zaharon returned her smile with a bitter one of his own before taking heavy steps away from the boy.

The boy clutched the edge of Zaharon's suit and lowered his head.

"Will big brother promise to come back and play with me again?"

Zaharon's pupils widened.

"Yeah, big brother will come back and play with you again."

A warm smile appeared on his face for several seconds. Then he turned away, and his gloomy expression returned.

The boy held back his tears, but his mother immediately embraced him and glanced at Zaharon before softly saying, "Goodbye. Every meeting will eventually be followed by a parting, no matter how painful it may be."

Zaharon's steps paused briefly, his pupils trembling violently as those words echoed several times in his mind.

'Yes, I know that.'

He bit his lower lip and continued walking toward the others who had already moved ahead.

Several dozen meters in front of the hut, Fererra gave one final farewell gesture and headed toward the bridge spanning a small stream, where the others stood waiting for him.

Walking with Zaharon at his side, he eventually arrived at the bridge.

For a moment, while listening to Fererra's instructions, Zaharon glanced back at the boy waving goodbye.

Maintaining an indifferent expression, he returned the wave and resumed listening to the conversation.

"At first, I wasn't very sure about this plan," Fererra said hesitantly. "But with Evan's help, it seems we'll either continue together or go our separate ways."

Natasya observed them before firmly stating her opinion.

"I'm going to find out who destroyed my home. Tch, I haven't even taught that man a lesson yet, and he's already run away."

Evan, her friend who was usually influenced by her words, was no longer affected by them. There was truth in what she said.

"I'll look for the group you're talking about," Evan said after careful consideration.

Fererra smiled inwardly after identifying three people who would definitely follow him, and he immediately turned to the others who had not yet been asked.

"Mr. Arvrenda? Miss Zeta? Would you like to join the search?"

As everyone knew, Zeta would follow the person closest to her, and Arvrenda Guelhram was a man who would move according to others if it benefited him.

The supernatural matters he wished to investigate became the driving force that kept him with them from the moment they left Forgenate until they reached the outskirts of Haven.

After careful consideration, he adjusted his glasses and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll follow you all."

Zeta nodded, having nothing left and carrying with her a goal of finding a former classmate; Zavi Actitus.

"Good," said Arvrenda.

He quickly crossed the bridge, followed by Zeta.

Fererra did not ask Zaharon anything because he already knew Zaharon would follow him.

For reasons he did not understand, Zaharon harbored resentment after hearing the conversation with the mysterious person he had once told Arvrenda about.

He had found pieces of a puzzle that made him want to uncover the true motive behind the city's destruction caused by the appearance of the demon horse and the two women who served as strong evidence that they were infiltrators pretending to be survivors just like him.

The eight of them now walked away from the village. Entering Haven through its crowded, bustling streets, they stopped at an affordable café that matched the contents of their pockets.

Without stable jobs in another city, they were forced to survive by taking on odd jobs.

Moreover, one of them knew that his parents had died because of the demon horse incident, while another was an orphan who had received no news whatsoever about his parents.

From this moment onward, beneath the blazing midday sun, one goal to seek answers and one goal to seek revenge had begun!

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