After lying low cautiously for several days and finding nothing unusual, Amon finally became convinced that Kassel College had not set up a surveillance net around him because of what had happened in the Brazilian rainforest.
He bought a Dayun heavy truck and returned to his old trade of hauling cargo. He took on the occasional job, but mostly used it as cover for transporting supplies to the Nibelungen beneath the subway station.
He had actually considered buying up that plot of land and opening a food-processing plant, but he simply did not have enough money.
That day, after wandering aimlessly around the city for a while, he turned the wheel and headed for the outskirts. At a market on the edge of town, he carefully selected ten young lambs, herded them into the cargo bed, then turned the truck around and drove toward the abandoned subway station leading to the Nibelungen.
The truck slowly entered the tunnel. Dim yellow light spread into hazy blotches through the mist. Blue-gray fog silently seeped from the cracks in the concrete, as if the tunnel itself were breathing.
The roar of the engine startled the swarms of Kamaitachi roosting in the vaulted ceiling. Those creatures of shadow spread their membranous wings, tracing chaotic paths through the darkness.
Countless pairs of golden eyes flickered in the thick fog, watching this intruding steel behemoth warily.
But they ultimately did not dare approach, because Amon, seated in the cab, bore the mark of a Dragon King, which filled them with instinctive fear.
Amon held the steering wheel with one hand while rapidly typing on his phone with the other. "I'm driving in. Make sure you shut down the subway."
Even a Dayun truck couldn't ram through a train!
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