Chapter 133
The latter only thought for a moment before answering.
"Yeah."
"If someone is hypocritical their whole life, can they really be considered 'hypocritical'? I think this land isn't gentle enough for people to have enough leisure time to criticize someone's heart."
As he spoke, he stepped into the cargo container and looked at a special box inside.
Structurally, its impact-resistant reinforcement far surpasses that of other wooden crates.
He stepped forward from the Zuo Jian and pried open the box.
Inside, rows and rows of pale blue tubular liquids lay quietly.
Originium Suppressant.
Sure enough, as Eblana said, Warwick wasn't short of money at all. If that's the case, it means that the goods he commissioned the gang to "smuggle" were definitely not that simple.
However, I couldn't find any relevant memories.
It's probably because the original owner of the body "didn't care" about this.
After all, gangsters have done plenty of dirty work, so there's no need to be curious or concerned about them delivering things to an Earl.
Inhibitors? Yes, there are some Infected among the Tarans too...
The Tarans themselves belonged to the lower class of Victoria.
However, those who contract Oripathy do not suffer the same cold treatment from others in the Tara community as people from the outside world.
Of course, the Earl must have played a part in this as well.
Has Earl Warwick said anything about this?
Zuo Jian picked up a bottle of inhibitor and waved it in front of Eblana.
"The attitude towards the Infected will let the Tarans living in harsh conditions know that even if they are infected, there is an Earl of Warwick who is willing to accept them, thus making them even more devoted to them."
"Did Earl Warwick say that too?"
I guess so.
But he's dead now.
"Yes... he's dead..."
Zuo Jian held the medicine in his hand, as if he were deep in thought.
"What are you planning to do? If you want to resell these inhibitors, I reckon only the black market and similar places would be willing to take them. Oh, I forgot you're a gang, so you're involved in the black market in a way. Are you planning to hand them over, or keep them for yourself...?"
"These are the Earl Warwick's goods, even after his death."
Zuo Jian shook his head, then dragged the wooden crate out, preparing to walk towards the street.
Eblana squinted at the man's retreating figure, momentarily stunned.
This guy... is he planning to distribute these things?
Since when did gangsters start caring about this?
A strange man.
After hesitating for a moment, Eblana decided to follow.
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Zuo Jian and watched as Eblana effortlessly lifted the wooden crate he was carrying on his shoulder with one hand, as if she were empty-handed.
"You're planning to go alone? You might not even finish sending them by sunset."
"And you..."
"Anyway, it's not the first time. The teacher also intentionally asked me to distribute supplies so that the Tarans would have a good impression of me."
When Zuo Jian heard this, he suddenly sensed that something was amiss.
Why... why should his adopted daughter make a good impression among the Tarans?
Looking at Eblana's swaying tail, which seemed to be tinged with purple flames, Zuo Jian already had his answer.
The situation is more complicated than I thought.
But no matter what, the Earl Warwick is dead; whatever his plans may have been, he is dead.
Unfulfilled ambitions were buried with him, leaving behind only his virtuous deeds.
That's enough.
"Really? Wow, Vouivre's physique is really impressive; he can lift something this heavy with one hand."
After thinking for a moment, Zuo Jian spoke.
Eblana hesitated for a moment, listening to the way the other person addressed her.
Vouivre.
Oh.
Most people would indeed mistake Drak for Vouivre.
But... how could this guy not see it?
If they were just worthless, ordinary Vouivre, why would the other party offer to take them away from here?
However, since he wanted to pretend he didn't know anything, she didn't care.
Simply agreeing is also an option.
"Really? I think you seem too frail."
As if joking, Eblana shrugged, her tone laced with mockery.
Hearing this, Zuo Jian could only chuckle awkwardly and scratch his head.
Upon seeing this action, Eblana frowned again.
This guy.
Are they really a gang?
How come his various words and actions seem like those of a friendly, ordinary middle-aged man?
But she quickly categorized the situation as a cover for gangsters.
It's obvious that he's putting on a nice guy act in front of me to lower my guard.
Zuo Jian walked down the street, knocking on the doors of the houses around him.
However, what he didn't expect was...
In the Tarans's settlement, very few residents remain on this land.
So much so that when Zuo Jian and Eblana came down from their long journey, most of the supplies in the wooden crate were still left.
Meanwhile, not a single Originium Suppressant was distributed...
When news of Earl Warwick's death spread from some unknown direction, almost all the Tarans there chose to leave.
As for the Infected, it goes without saying; the only reason they're staying here is because of Warwick.
"Unexpectedly fast!"
Eblana stood in front of the last house in the Tarans's residential area, watching as she knocked on the door of the Zuo Jian, but no one answered for a long time.
The Tarans were surprisingly united, and news spread among them at an almost unbelievable speed.
Upon learning of the Earl's death, he left without the slightest hesitation.
... but they left.
Where else can we go?
Zuo Jian shook his head, as if deep in thought, then turned and followed Eblana back to the vicinity of the land vehicle.
When they returned, Loughshinny, who was sitting in her seat, had already woken up.
She paused, looking at her sister and a strange man who were slowly walking towards her from not far away.
Loughshinny spoke slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
But the next moment, Eblana interrupted him.
Zuo Jian watched as Eblana explained to her sister how they had been rescued, and then, because of him, the "kind person," she had to leave temporarily.
Throughout the entire process, Eblana calmly narrated, while Loughshinny listened quietly, remaining completely still, like a frozen doll.
Finally, when the older sister finished speaking, Loughshinny, the younger sister, spoke again, her words seemingly stuck in her throat, as if something was preventing her from expressing her innermost thoughts.
Zuo Jian and looked at Eblana beside him.
The latter simply stood there, calmly watching her younger sister.
Under Eblana's gaze, Loughshinny's lips moved slightly, but ultimately, all the words she wanted to say were swallowed back down. It seemed she had a thousand words to say, but in the end, only one sentence came to mind...
"Hmm... I understand... Sister."
Zuo Jian scratched his head helplessly to the side.
It seems the sisters' relationship isn't very good.
Chapter 91, Doctor: We Have All the Means
Creak--
Zuo Jian pushed open the half-closed door and looked at the lifeless body of Earl Warwick inside the room.
The blood gradually congealed around them, filling the room with a rusty smell.
If nothing unexpected happens, the death of an Earl will soon attract Victoria's attention... After returning, I will need to report the situation to the higher-ups as the first person to discover it at the scene.
But...
A lingering gloom still hangs over my heart, refusing to dissipate.
After re-examining the room where the Earl died and memorizing every detail of the surrounding scene, Zuo Jian closed the door.
Meanwhile, far away on the top floor of a hotel in Londinium.
After the area was cleared, only two people were authorized to enter.
One of them is its current master, the gang leader that Zuo Jian has transformed into.
The other person is...
"What?! You found Drak???"
The Doctor listened to Zuo Jian speak from the side and was momentarily incredulous.
She had only made the suggestion to him a short time ago, so how come he had already won over Drak so quickly? And with two of them???
"It's probably just a coincidence."
Zuo Jian seemed to have something on his mind, but then he explained the situation to the Doctor and how he had met Eblana.
The more he listened, the more interesting the Doctor's expression became. Soon, through Zuo Jian's concise explanation, the Doctor roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.
But it was obvious that Zuo Jian seemed to have something on his mind.
"What's on your mind?"
Perhaps guessing what Zuo Jian was thinking, the Doctor took the initiative to ask.
"I..."
"You know, everything is too suspicious. Although every detail can be explained at first glance, I still feel that something is wrong."
"It's as if... everything was deliberately arranged this way."
"I have my suspicions... whether Eblana herself killed her adoptive father..."
Zuo Jian stopped mid-sentence.
Upon seeing this, the Doctor immediately spoke up.