Arc 4, Chapter 198—Departure Day
It’s often the little things that move the world around.
Birds, bees, humans... everything seemed to be moving in a way that was befitting to the eyes of the ordinary.
But who knows the current torrents of war underway?
Well, this certainly takes the cake.
Staring at the enormous antiquated structure that held eras of history behind it, Levon and his gang didn’t know what to say.
Who would have known there would be such a thing as an airport situated within the Blood Line?
The scene was bustling—too bustling with movement. Levon spotted people of all sorts wearing uniforms that looked more or less similar to his. But only if one looked at the crests displayed on their chests, would they notice that these people were from Different Orders.
Don’t forget that the Church and all its many organizations, Orders, and groups, all share the Bloodline. So it’s not surprising to see people from other Orders here.
My, my, my~... The many passerby made the place alive with the promise of adventure.
Looking around, the airport’s architecture is a blend of utilitarian steel and a time capsule of the year 1930.
It was fascinating to see tamed mysterious creatures and beasts of all sorts, acting like porters. They saw a 2-trunk elephant the size of a dog in crip uniforms hauling trunks and leather suitcases here and there. There was even a flying monkey assisting with ticketing.
Levon shook his head wryly, feeling he would never truly get used to the many surprises this place kept springing on him.
At the ticket counter, a uniformed staff and a monkey worked hand in hand. The moment the staff saw Father Notchra’s robe, his countenance changed.
"Now, now... no need to be so squeamish. I’ll be heading to Britannia, with these little champs... Britannia through Entry 47."
"Ah–" the staff quickly acted. "Yes, Holy Father."
The staff worked swiftly, with the monkey pointing at the Tattoo reader.
"Father, 740 credits have been taken off for your trip."
It wasn’t just Levon who sucked in his brief, but several other passersby too. No doubt Notchra must have booked a VIP spot or something lavish for his travel compartment.
Mind you, the cost for a trip differs depending on how far one’s location is. And don’t think they’ll give you credits to make up for this difference.
Don’t think that if someone, let’s say one of the weaker Bloodren 10s, accepted a mission to this location, they would be given many credits. Tsk. Please... they will still give you 5 or even 10 credits max. But smart people will know that it’s best to find the cheapest flight or train journey to the outside world. And then when in the outside world wherever you find yourself, use your own Brian’s and wits to get to your destination.
Even if you have to hitchhike, become a sea pirate, or seduce someone to get to another continent, that’s your bloody business. Smart people would also know how to change your tattooed points into mysterious tokens the church uses in the outside world.
With that, Notchra was gone, passing through the general VIP section after being escorted off by a gold Elephant with 6 legs.
Well, he left them behind. Fortunately, they heard their destination from his words, and the staff also knew they would be going to the same place.
Please, Levon had about 324 credits left after a few days of eating and moving about. It was incredible how Notchra had used 740 credits as if it was air. Now it made him Wonder how many credits people like Winhest, Gaara, Villeta, or even Roud had.
"21 credits," the staff said expressionlessly. What happened to his earlier humble demeanor?
Levon and his gang made payments for the cheapest Flight accommodations, after which they headed to the waiting area.
~Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
"Flight to Britannia, Entry 47, now boarding... starting with Zone A."
Levon looked at his Ticket and noticed he was at Zone M.
"Bro, I’ve never heard of Zone M in boarding." Leo muttered with a devilish chuckle.
"Me too," Artilla nodded, looking out the glass windows. Outside, stood a magnificent airship. It was the sort of balloon aircraft used in the 1920s and 30s. It was a massive beast with a silvery outline that shimmered gloriously underneath the sun.
It was truly right to call this an Airship.
There were cabins, dining rooms, training rooms, bathrooms, and all sorts of cabin spaces available. It wasn’t shocking that their sleeping accommodations were on the bottom first entry floor they stepped in. After all, they requested the cheapest accommodations, right?
They only had cramped seats to put up with, seats even tighter than normal aircraft seats. It was also colder too, as if no one cared if they froze to death or not. Already, some stronger people had started bullying the weak, pushing their seats back and forth to give themselves more leg space.
"My leg! My leg! You’re gonna crush me at this rate!"
"Shut it Turd! Unless you wanna eat my fists, I suggest you put a zip on that mouth of yours..."
Levon watched coldly, saying nothing. And when someone tried to give him a hard time, he unleashed his aura, intimidating even those around him who were Bloodren 9 and 8...
In the end, no one messed with his group. But Levon couldn’t wait for them to get in the air.... At least after that, he should be able to move around a bit more, right?
... Well, his little legs were also complaining. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the airship took off, making everyone, especially Rayna, let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Please remain in your cabins or in your seats until the Death sign is off."
There was literally a death symbol glowing on several signs above the pathway. Outside world’s have seatbelt signs, but they have death skull symbols instead?