Chapter 148: The Silent One

Chapter 148: The Silent One

After listening to Sherlock Moriarty’s arrangements, Sharron said nothing. She merely gave a slight nod, indicating her approval.

Klein then took out an iron-gray metal mask and put it on his face, leaving only his eyes and nostrils exposed.

Likewise, Sharron and Maric each put on similar masks.

However, the reasons for their concealment were different. The Wraith and living corpse purely did not wish to reveal their true appearances, lest the Loen military lock onto them afterward, leaving them unable to remain active in Backlund. As for the Faceless, he was using the act of wearing a mask to conceal his pathway’s characteristic of changing appearance, misleading future investigations by the Loen military and the Rose School of Thought. After all, according to normal logic, if one’s face was already fake and did not belong to oneself, why bother wearing a mask at all?

After waiting a while longer, a deep whistle sounded. A ship entered the harbor from the darkness.

Klein returned to the ventilation opening, lifted the monocular telescope, and once again cast his gaze toward the sealed-off pier.

He then saw a hybrid ship with both chimney and sails slow from speed, docking steadily bit by bit. At the same time, two squads of soldiers in red uniforms and white trousers carried rifles and ran over in neat formation, lining both sides of the road.

Before long, a gangway was lowered, and people began disembarking from the ship.

First came sailors carrying wooden crates one after another. Next was a young man wearing a major’s uniform. With a solemn expression, he held a box made of crystal, surrounded by several crew members.

Those crew members all carried lanterns, letting light shine onto the box from every angle, illuminating its surface and the object within.

It was a human skull with not the slightest trace of flesh remaining, and beneath the lamplight, strange colors flowed across it!

This group moved very slowly, as if constantly paying attention to the lantern angles and leaving no blank space.

After they got off the ship and walked along the road toward the nearest freight railway—toward the steam train waiting there like a giant serpent—another man in black formalwear emerged from the cabin door behind them.

He held a huge iron bucket. From above at a slight angle, one could vaguely see that it was filled with layer upon layer of ice.

For one second, Klein nearly thought there would be a bottle of wine in those ice cubes, the way it was done in upper-class society and expensive restaurants. However, he soon saw clearly what was inserted into the ice.

It was a hand made purely of gold!

Unlike the previous group, the man holding the iron bucket moved extremely fast. Sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and the metal surface beneath his palms was covered in condensation.

He seemed very worried that before he reached his destination, all the ice would melt away.

The military has plundered quite a few sealed artifacts from the Star Plateau, the Paz Valley, the Hagati Grasslands, and elsewhere this time…

Klein sighed sincerely and patiently waited for the coffin of Tutanthis II.

After more than ten minutes passed, he, Sharron, and Maric, who were far away, all heard heavy footsteps.

It was as though giants were walking on the hollow deck below.

Immediately afterward, the door on the side of the cabin opened. Four “knights” dressed in full-body black armor carried a golden coffin and walked out step by step, their footfalls causing thudding echoes and creaking sounds to ring out.

On the surface of the coffin were carved strange birds, long serpents, feathers, masks, and other patterns. It appeared ancient and mysterious, with an intense style belonging to the ancient Highland Kingdom. It was none other than the “bed” of Tutanthis II’s mummy!

The sound of chains turning and metal grinding followed. The dark metal tower slowly rotated its body, lowering the steel cables and…