The black sun hangs high

Chapter 215 The Night Before
Veraine has never liked to exaggerate the seriousness of something.

For a rigorous scholar, seeking truth from facts is a very fundamental principle.

Therefore, when such a person says, "What you're doing is dangerous," it often means that something really bad is about to happen.

Meyer had anticipated Verine's warning. Faced with Verine's warning and questioning, he simply nodded and replied, "Ah yes, I know it will be dangerous, but I think the biggest challenge is not how to deal with the trouble it may bring, but how to get these words into people's eyes."

"It's good that you understand, Professor."

Wei Lin said coldly, her gaze then falling back onto the manuscript in her hand.

At the top of the manuscript was a title, which Meyer had probably written down temporarily and had not yet finalized, but it was enough to reveal the essence and general direction of the article.

The title of this article is very simple and direct: "Whose problem is it, 'Serenity'?"

Veraine probably felt that she had read the article too quickly last time, so she calmed herself down and read it again. This time, she deliberately slowed down and took in the manuscript that Mayer had stayed up all night to write.

"As we raised at the beginning of the article—what exactly caused the tragedy of 'Serenity,' and who in the international community should be held responsible?"

"Readers, I would like to sincerely ask you to think carefully at this moment, in the face of this ongoing war, have you really forgotten something?"

"I know that we belong to different races, come from different ethnic groups, and are loyal to different countries and beliefs. In the past two months, everyone has been burning with passion and fear for this amazing war. We cheer for our country's victory in a battle, and feel regret and anger for the defeat in a conflict... However, beneath these appearances, can we notice that some more fundamental and more terrifying threats are gradually surfacing...?"

"The city of Seren, which was the catalyst for this great war, seems to have been forgotten."

"This is a common and normal phenomenon. I am bringing it up here not to condemn or criticize anyone who has forgotten about it. After all, we are all the same, and we are all limited by our individual perspectives and ways of thinking. It is difficult for us to let a small town far away occupy our thoughts and emotions. But if I were to say that what is happening in Seren is about to be repeated again and again, what would you all think?"

Vera's brows furrowed, and as she read on, she even pursed her lips.

From the oral accounts of the refugees in Seren, to the “tacit” blockade strategy of Wotter, Deland, and Mehringer against Seren, and then to the dark forces lurking behind the war and constantly interfering with and disrupting the overall situation… in this article, Mayer uses a step-by-step approach to present readers with a rigorous, reliable, and chilling possibility.

In this article, he also directly mentioned the existence of the "Black Sun Society" for the first time, even going so far as to link this organization with a series of serious events that occurred in the Kingdom of Saint Steel in the past.

After a long while, Wei Lin raised her head again.

Her gaze behind her glasses flickered slightly. As a witness who had seen the Dark Abyss offspring escape from the sewers of Seren City with Hugh, she knew that Mayer's article was not exaggerated. Its logic was rigorous, and the conclusions it drew were convincing.

but……

"No, that's too dangerous."

Looking at Mayer, Vieline finally spoke with difficulty.

As she said this, her slender fingers gripped the manuscript paper tightly, so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She stared at the scholar in front of her and said seriously, "Once this article is published, it will be equivalent to directly reopening Merlinle's wounds... Professor, this is a direct accusation of the Legal Committee's mistakes and incompetence. Not only that, Delan and Walter will also be implicated."

Veraine paused, then asked, "Moreover, in this article, Professor, you seem to be trying to tell the world that the current Kingdom of Saint Steel is nothing more than a puppet of the Black Sun Society?"

Hearing Vera's words, Mayer smiled and nodded vigorously, saying, "Yes, but according to the original plan, I don't want to reveal things about my homeland at this time, because it is very likely to cause some unnecessary turmoil... But Mr. Hugh's letter to me and some things he said to me in the past make me feel that time is running out."

Upon hearing this, Veraine immediately stretched out her hand: "Where's his letter? Let me see it."

Mayer did not refuse, as this was within his expectations, so he took out the magical letter signed "Mage Alfred" and handed it to Verin.

When she saw the strange signature, Veraine was clearly taken aback for a moment, but she immediately realized that this was a little trick played by Hugh. So she immediately put aside these distractions and began to read the contents as quickly as possible. After getting a general understanding of Hugh and the situation in Seren City, and learning about Hugh's judgment of those monsters, she couldn't help but sigh heavily.

“Alright, Professor Meyer, I can use my mage privileges to send this letter for you… but you need to tell me who this letter is to be sent to. I don’t know any influential or trustworthy newspaper or magazine editors.”

"Thank you, ma'am... Here is the recipient and address."

Mayer was clearly prepared; he took a small note from between the notebooks and handed it to Veraine.

Using the magical light source nearby, Vera saw an address and a name in the Kingdom of Walter on the note.

Tsveluburg, Victory District, Third Avenue, Blue Ink Manor.

Received by Master George Markm.

"George Markm?"

Upon seeing the name, Weilin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows twice. She recognized the person; to be precise, most people in the Highland Mage Council had heard of this name.

In Verin's memory, George Markm should be an outstanding Lake-level magic scholar, as well as a very famous writer and poet. Therefore, the influence of the mage George Markm can be said to have spanned the fields of magic, literature and publishing.

From an impact perspective alone, this is indeed a very correct choice, but...

"Professor, do you know Master Markm?" "Yes, Markm is my fellow townsman and friend... In St. Steel, he was also involved in the management and distribution of the newspaper, but his health has never been very good, so he always stays in Water to recuperate, which has saved him from being wanted and hunted down by the St. Steel royal family."

Meyer said casually, "Not long ago, Markm wrote to me saying that he was preparing to start a new newspaper and asked if I was interested in joining."

“But Mage Markm is also a member of the council, and once this letter is sent, we must take into account the council’s influence in it.”

Vilin put the note away and said, "The Mage Council is working closely with the royal families of the highland kingdoms. This article may be judged as an attempt to sow discord and undermine the relationship between the royal families and the Council."

"But at the same time, this is also an important opportunity for the council to directly challenge Mellinger and authority, and this opportunity could potentially allow them to win directly on the level of prestige."

Mayer solemnly said, "Our ultimate goal is to resolve the hidden dangers in Seren and rescue the refugees who could become monster food at any time. As for whether it is the nations, the council, or Merlinle and... I personally think it is not important."

"Once the council accepts this choice, the situation of the Kingdom of Saint Steel and the Black Sun Society will have the opportunity to be directly exposed to Vaan... These troubles and problems must be brought into the sunlight in order to gain more attention."

As he spoke, Mayer inexplicably looked up at the sky, and uttered a somewhat cryptic remark.

"While the sun is still shining..."

……

In the early morning, Hugh was suddenly awakened from his sleep.

He didn't remember having any nightmares, but he had a very uneasy sleep.

In the hazy state brought on by sleep, Hugh felt as if many of his recent experiences were flashing before his eyes.

The feeling was as if he was doing test questions in the classroom one second, and the next second he had been dragged into the office.

Before he could react, the computer screen in front of him changed to the serious face that Vera wore during her lectures, while the colleague walking towards him not far away now bore the face of Meyer…

The sound of violent crystal shells exploding seemed to echo outside the window, but when Hugh turned to look out, he could see familiar figures like Sally and Felix running swiftly through the gunfire...

"Tsk, it's better not to sleep at all; I'll be even more tired when I wake up."

Hughes sighed, stood up, and reached out to comb his messy hair.

Perhaps it was because he was thinking too much, but he always felt that his hair was growing too fast. He had just had it trimmed when he reported to the Hunter Corps, but now it was already quite long again.

In this environment, long hair would be a huge hindrance, so Hugh decisively raised a finger and transformed it into the shape of a short sword, then quickly cut off a section of his hair.

After casually using magic to turn the fine hairs into dust, Hugh removed the thick wooden planks that had been blocking the window.

It snowed again today. Although the snowfall was not heavy, it made the already desolate and dilapidated Water Flower Street even more bleak and quiet. As Hugh looked down the street, he saw two lonely figures walking slowly at the end of the street. But in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from sight. He didn't know if they were survivors still living in Water Flower Street or humanoid figures simulated by the offspring of the Dark Abyss.

In short, the nightingales who used to occupy the entire street, soliciting customers and showing off their charm have completely disappeared. In this terrible and extreme environment, it is probably not easy for those girls to survive.

After all, in this situation, the will to survive will always prevail, and in the face of this creature's purest and most basic instinct, all external factors must give way.

Hugh looked at the bleak street that was both familiar and strange, and sighed silently.

He always held a basic, simple sympathy for the vulnerable who could only survive through certain means, and the girls who once lived on Water Flower Street and Ladies' Street were no exception. This sentiment also existed in the two different souls that this body had once carried.

Hugh turned his head, glanced at the bed that had been his companion all night, and gave a dry smile.

"I never imagined that this would be the first time I've ever spent the night in a girl's bed."

The way he said that had a hint of the kind of hellish jokes that Hugh used to read.

However, this time, Hugh himself was already in hell, so there was nothing to laugh about.

Hugh entered the bathroom that hadn't been used for a long time. As a spellcaster, he never lacked water, so he quickly and roughly washed and cleaned himself. After washing away the fatigue and dust that had accumulated over this period, he finally regained his previous state.

Soon, he left the temporary hideout, and when he stepped onto the street outside, Hugh's figure and appearance had completely changed into that of the Black Sun Society mage.

Through the memories of this sorcerer, Hugh had determined that most of the Black Sun Society members who voluntarily remained in Seren were either die-hards or die-hards within the society. They never intended to leave alive, and the mission assigned to them by the society was to disrupt the order of the survivors in Seren as much as possible, preventing any force from re-establishing a large-scale administrative organization.

As the Dark Abyss offspring are about to complete their final devouring, these assassins must voluntarily consume the "Dark Abyss Gift" provided by the Society and completely embrace the Dark Abyss, merging with the vast population of offspring within Seren City, contributing their unique wisdom and will to achieve the Dark Abyss offspring's ultimate "evolution."

This is also the main reason why the main body of the Dark Abyss offspring mobilized in the past.

Because in their view, these targets, whose bodies have been specially modified and who possess a great deal of important knowledge, are definitely the most precious food besides Hugh himself.

(End of this chapter)