Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 723 This energy hub looks more and more like...
"Did you sleep well?" came the greeting from outside the door.

Grisha raised his eyelids and saw that it was a comrade who had come with him. He then yawned and began to put the prosthetic leg that was placed to the side onto his body.

Honestly, he didn't sleep very well.

He had nightmares all night long. When he woke up from one dream, before he could even feel happy, he found himself in another nightmare.

When he saw the morning light at Blood Harbor, he even felt a sense of relief.

Grisha's companion noticed his dark circles and looked surprised: "Having another nightmare?"

Grisha pursed his lips.

He was constantly plagued by nightmares, always dreaming that he was still on the battlefield, surrounded by wailing comrades, each with a familiar face.

Looking up at the surroundings, this is a bustling Blood Harbor, lively, peaceful, and full of vitality, so beautiful it seems unreal.

Perhaps everything now is just a dream, a hallucination of the boy on the battlefield before his death.

Grisha stared at his hands, his eyes flickering.

That's fine too; dying equally is a kind of liberation.

"Stop standing there, let's go! We have a lighting ceremony today!" His companion patted him on the back.

Grisha hesitated for a second before remembering this.

He had been looking forward to it, but the nightmare distracted him and he almost forgot about it.

The thought of Bazel being thrown into the furnace eased much of the gloom in Grisha's heart.

He may never leave that battlefield, or be haunted by nightmares, but at least their blood was not shed in vain.

Grisha felt no regret at the thought of witnessing the tyrannical ruler of the North meet his end.

After a quick wash, Grisha and the others were about to go find something to eat when there was a knock on the door.

When the door opened, Betty stood there, holding several food containers in her hands.

Bettis helped us find this house. Yesterday, she guided Grisha and the others and ran around doing a lot of paperwork. Grisha was a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to go to the fish and chips shop to find her, but she came over first.

The food boxes were piled up a bit too high, wobbling precariously, obscuring Betty's face.

Grisha wanted to take it for her, but he was too embarrassed to accept it. He was a bit shy and just stood there, stunned.

Betty snorted when she saw this, and with a flick of her hand, she let the food box tip over toward Grisha.

Grisha then realized what was happening, hurriedly catching the food box, and turned around to see Betty already walking into the house on her own.

"Let's eat as we walk. We need to get to the lighting ceremony site early, or we won't be able to get a good spot."

Grisha and the others naturally agreed, and soon they were each carrying a food box and walking down the street.

Blood Harbor is usually quiet in the early morning, with workers heading to work later in the day. But today was an exception. Everywhere, from the main streets to the alleys, was packed with people. Even the Secret Order's night watchmen, who were maintaining order, were out in force. The crowd gathered noisily toward the site of the lighting ceremony.

"This fried fish is delicious, and the box is the perfect size, making it easy to dip in sauce." Grisha's companions also joined in, eating the fried fish and saying, "Boss lady, have you ever thought about delivering the fried fish? I'll definitely order some!"

“Well…” Betty hesitated for a moment, “I’m the only one in the shop right now, so I definitely can’t deliver it, but the lord mentioned this once when he came to buy fried fish.”

He said he planned to build a food delivery platform and asked if I was interested in joining as a merchant.

Bettis hesitated a bit, admitting she didn't really understand what a "food delivery platform" was, but she figured it probably just meant packing up the fried fish and sending it to various places.

But who will deliver it? She certainly doesn't have time. Should we hire someone to deliver it?

This kind of job that requires running around must be very tiring.

Before long, the crowd gradually became denser, and the night patrolmen began to loudly maintain order. Several people even climbed onto the streetlights with tin megaphones to direct traffic.

"So many people are watching? This is the first time I've ever known there are so many people in Blood Harbor!"

"Aren't you a local from Bloodharbor?"

“I swear on my fried fish, Bloodharbor never had this many people before!!” Grisha and his companions had to resort to shouting to communicate.

Bloodharbor's population has indeed increased significantly. With unrest spreading across the continent, Bloodharbor and Castells are practically the last havens of peace. Refugees from the North and people driven out by war are all converging on this side.

Grisha and his companions didn't have to squeeze in for long. Soon, the night watchmen maintaining order led them to the roof of a building. The location was pretty good. Although the night watchmen were a little short-handed, there were many people wearing volunteer armbands there.

These are all followers of the secret society.

The Secret Order's infiltration of Bloodharbor was bottom-up. Anyone who joined the Secret Order would receive a bowl of hot holy water, ensuring they wouldn't starve, which was extremely attractive to many people at the bottom of society.

Therefore, the Secret Order is highly organized at the grassroots level. When large-scale events are short of manpower, the Secret Order can immediately mobilize many people with just a call to action.

This level of organization is comparable to that of a cult.
Under the guidance of the esoteric monks, Grisha and his group found their places and stood quietly, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Although they were some distance from the center of the ceremony, the energy hub was simply too enormous.

It was a tall building. Yesterday it was covered with a cloth, and you could only vaguely see its outline, but now you can see the whole thing.

Grisha glanced at the distant energy hub and scratched his head.

Why did he feel like this thing looked familiar?
Before, it was covered with a cloth and scaffolding, making it seem tall and imposing, like a mountain. But now that the cloth has been removed, its sharp edges and square shape are revealed, somewhat resembling that...that...
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Hughes only realized something was wrong later. Putting aside its bizarre functionality, Tata's design was also superb; the name "Charging Coffin" was definitely fitting.

However, it's somewhat unlucky to make a vehicle into a coffin shape, but making a furnace into a coffin shape is quite auspicious.

They lit a fire inside, burned it, and besides, Bazel, who was about to go in, was just a skeleton.
Hughes thought the coffin design was quite suitable.

Grisha was only puzzled after seeing it. He was a White Raven, and the White Raven, controlled by the Silent Sanctuary, valued funerals the most. Coffins were very sacred things to them. Looking at the huge coffin in front of him, he felt a natural sense of holiness.

Hmm, I don't know if it's a characteristic of Castel.

(End of this chapter)