Attracted by her, Larraya looked to his left, and then he saw a kindly old lady and her friends.
"It’s a man." Four-leaf said.
It was indeed a man, the unfortunate fellow he had encountered while stealing—what were they doing in Rongma?
As Larraya thought about it, a question arose—They wouldn’t have come for love and peace, and since those Chaos cultists wouldn’t bring anything good with them, then... if they were here to kill, who would they most want to assassinate?
It would definitely be some foolish thief.
With this in mind, Larraya steeled himself and walked toward the ticket booth with Four-leaf—leaving directly now would only draw the scrutiny of those of different identities; they might not even make it out the door before a gunfight would break out.
Stay calm, Larraya, my old friend, think about how you can stay out of this.
Queuing at the end of the line to buy tickets, Larraya didn’t dare to use any Spell Formation, as any fluctuation of Spiritual Energy might attract danger—neither those Chaos cultists nor the men in blue uniforms were someone Larraya could handle at the moment.
Damn, if only he had listened to Lord Malin and left tomorrow morning or afternoon, there would have been no problem.
The Thananese always say, impatience won’t get you hot tofu.
While he was thinking, Larraya saw an old man in front of him pay, take five tickets, and bypass the line toward the left.
Is this old man also one of them?
As Larraya tried hard to look as though he was chatting quietly with Four-leaf, he contemplated his next move—if he took the train with them, he would be stuck with them for the next half month; too dangerous. Larraya might not mind for himself, but with Four-leaf as well, what should he do?
No, he couldn’t board this train.
But he must buy tickets, or his queuing without purchasing would raise suspicions among the watchful.
Pretending to be a young girl, Larraya approached the ticket counter and took out his purse: "Two tickets to Regensburg, please."
The train would leave from Rongma to Carterburg, then head north to Regensburg. He stated his destination loudly for all present to hear—it didn’t make much difference to hear of young girls going to Regensburg rather than Carterburg, but to those Chaos cultists, it meant completely different scenarios.
After paying, Larraya took the tickets and prepared to sit with Four-leaf on the right side in the waiting area.
As he walked toward the seats, he noticed a man in a trench coat with a stubbly beard at the entrance of the hall and also observed the stirring and gaze of a young man in blue uniform—he was watching the middle-aged man.
This forced Larraya to walk a few extra steps—to make sure he and Four-leaf wouldn’t catch the near misses shot between that middle-aged man and the young blue uniform—these extra steps were necessary.
"Why are we going to Regensburg?" Four-leaf asked with Spiritual Energy.
·Don’t use Spiritual Energy.
Larraya wrote on the palm of her hand quickly while watching through the reflection in her pupils as the old folks cast their gaze at them—using Spiritual Energy would leave tracks, and those Chaos cultists had already noticed Four-leaf. Damn, Psychics were a prime sacrifice, and a pregnant Psychic... Larraya could only hope that his firearm, gifted by Lord Malin, was loaded and enough to use.
"Didn’t the instructor say not to abuse Spiritual Energy?" Left with no choice, Larraya had to make up an instructor, hoping the non-existent mentor could disrupt the Chaos cultists’ plans—at least, for as long as they were in this hall, nothing should happen.
Four-leaf finally caught on, looking a bit frightened and aggrieved, she nodded her head.
Larraya sat down with Four-leaf and tensely looked to the left.
The young man in blue uniform was approaching the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man seemed to have also noticed the young man, smiling ambiguously.
The middle-aged man in blue had his right hand on his waist, body angled for concealment, with his hand already pressing on the gun.
The old folks were watching Larraya’s side, with the old matron showing a kind smile—a smile Larraya had seen before from the butcher’s wife, the butcher’s daughter, and the servants of Chaos, all emanating affection yet indifference.
Void of love or hate, focusing only on life and death.
But there was an old man who recognized the middle-aged person.
"Casaman, come here." he said, confusion spread across his face.
Larraya saw the shocked and perplexed look on the face of the young man in blue as he suddenly turned to look at his partner just as his partner drew his firearm, but it was pointed at his colleague.
At that moment, Larraya felt a wave sweeping through the whole station hall.
Illusion countermeasures!
As Larraya’s body uncontrollably reverted to its original form, he also noticed the middle-aged man in blue was transforming into someone else as well.
Larraya even heard someone calling his name.
"It’s Larraya! That damned thief!"
It was the voice of an old person... no, wrong, it was those who had become young men and women, pulling out their firearms one by one.
Larraya drew his gun as well.
The young man in blue collapsed from a gunshot wound.
And at the entrance of the hall, an elderly couple held their firearms, aiming at those mantises attempting to catch a cicada.
So as a cicada, Larraya pulled Four-leaf behind him while his gun pointed toward the impostor in blue.
May the Lord take pity, take pity on me, let the bullets reach my flesh, let death’s scythe reap me, so that I may... die for love.