Why it never ends

Chapter 1092 Signal

Everything happened just as Arevalo had promised. The old governor personally introduced several of his old subordinates to Hesta. People watched Hesta's reaction - the young inspector did not show the humility that a junior should have. She just sat there, waiting for people to approach and then shook hands with them.

Arevalo did not make any additional comments, seeming to acknowledge that this was not an act of usurpation. This made all the onlookers secretly speculate on the relationship between this man and the governor.

During the meal, the women began to talk to Stella, leaving her with almost no chance to touch the food on her plate. Hesta was able to chew quietly during the social breaks.

Arevalo sat there absentmindedly, thinking about how to make a request to Hesta later. A young noble sitting across from him kept looking up at Hesta's knife and fork. When she had swallowed her food but hadn't raised her fork, he spoke at the right moment: "I heard that you live nearby?"

"Yes." Hesta looked across the street, "It's on the nearby farm."

"This place is quite far from the city. Why did you move here?" The young noble chuckled. "Do you like nature very much?"

"Not really." Hesta cut another piece of meat. "I asked someone to look at it. It has good Feng Shui."

The whole table was silent for a moment.

"Feng Shui..." Arevalo murmured this unfamiliar word as if it were a spell.

"Have you heard of it, Governor?" Hesta looked at the old man.

"It seems to be a knowledge about which direction to place the bed so that you can sleep better at night..." the old man said, "Do you believe this?"

"Not only that," Hesta suddenly started talking, bluntly showing his interest in this topic, "When I first arrived in District 12, I lived in an apartment in the city center. Since then, I have been looking for a suitable place to live. I have looked at many houses, including some beautiful manors. However, their Feng Shui is..."

Hesta didn't say anything else, just made a disgusted expression and shook his head slightly.

“So the place where you live now has good feng shui.”

"Not bad." Hesta said, "If there are better options, I will consider moving. When I was in District 14 last year, there was a master -"

Hesta stopped talking abruptly. She chewed and swallowed calmly, and everyone looked at her.

"…tell me," she raised her eyes again and scanned the crowd, "I will have a very difficult battle this year, but I will win."

Arevalo couldn't help but laugh and immediately raised his glass to Hesta: "Of course you would!"

The moment the two of them raised their glasses, toasts began to be made at the table.

"But I've had several strange dreams recently. I don't know if this is some kind of omen. It really makes me a little..." Hesta was silent for a moment, as if looking for a more appropriate word, "confused."

Those sitting around her held their breath, including Stella. She had a premonition that Hesta came tonight with some special personal purpose, so she was also waiting for Hesta's next words with great interest.

"Dream." The young noble continued, "Indeed, sometimes our dreams also reflect some reality-"

"But this dream of mine has a surreal style. It is more like a prophecy," Hesta looked at him deeply, "a prophecy of my personal destiny." Hesta's dreamlike words made everyone silent. People put down their forks and stared quietly at the young man who was talking about something unknowable.

"What appeared in your dream?" Stella asked with a smile.

"Death," Hesta answered, "a terrible death. It didn't just happen to me, it fell around me like a cannonball... I died, but my consciousness remained clear. I had no body, but I could feel intense pain. I continued to wander in my dreams... until a voice suddenly appeared. When that voice - a woman's voice - spoke to me, my pain suddenly disappeared."

Hesta frowned slightly, as if he was really remembering something.

"Then I saw her face - but it was only for a split second, I couldn't even make out her features, and she was gone."

"What did that woman say to you?" Stella supported her cheek, smiled and passed the message to Hesta, helping her to make up a story.

"She told me not to worry, that all danger would recede if I could only find her - she had come to save me and would help through the worst of suffering."

"Oh," Stella sighed deeply, "So, this is a call for you, calling you to find your salvation."

"You think so too?" Hesta looked at her with a smile, "Yes, so before the dream disappeared, I asked, 'But how can I find you'?"

"Did she give any clues?" The young noble at the side spoke up before Stella could.

"This is what bothers me the most," Hesta seemed to really feel some emotions that made her feel helpless. After a moment of silence, she raised her head seriously, "She said that I don't have to do anything, she will come to me on her own."

A young man sitting far away let out a soft “hiss…” “The woman you saw in your dream just said that you had to go find her, but before she left she said that she would come to you on her own? Isn’t this… contradictory?”

"Yeah," Hesta looked at the other person, "So should I look for him or wait?"

Arevalo listened to the entire absurd story, unable to find a place to interject until this moment, when he was finally able to offer some insight: "...Well, a mystery."

"That's right." Hesta nodded in agreement, "So I've been thinking about the answer."

"What are her features?" Stella asked. "You said you saw her face. If you saw her again, or ran into her somewhere, would you recognize her?"

"I don't know," Hesta answered, "but I am quite sure that I have not met her so far, because I remember clearly that she had a very distinct mark..."

Everyone looked at her again.

"There is a large dark blue mark on the forehead of this woman, which looks like a brand or a tattoo." Hesta said lightly, "In real life, there are probably relatively few people who would tattoo their foreheads, so if such a person really appeared in front of me,"

In an instant, the faces of all the nobles present changed. Who would have a large tattoo on their forehead?

——Whale man.