The black sun hangs high

Chapter 390 The Unspeakable Night

Hughes clearly sensed the state of the sharp-beaked owl officers behind him, and his brows immediately furrowed.

The absurdity and exaggeration of these guys once again refreshed Hugh's understanding.

Although they are mostly dizzy and confused now, they still show an extremely strong impulse and desire for pleasure and sensory stimulation.

Facing Chiara, who held two "heavyweight" identities—an important member of the Black Sun Society and Baron Fiorlando's lover—these mercenary officers showed no restraint whatsoever. As if blinded by lust, they continued to uncontrollably focus their undisguised greedy gazes upon her.

Hugh waved his hand; he really had no mood to reprimand these inexplicable fellows. However, just as he was about to get rid of his bunch of inexplicable and annoying subordinates, an unusually strong impulse suddenly burst forth from the depths of his body.

Yes, it burst forth.

Just as a smoldering flame in a pile of charcoal suddenly burst into a blazing fire, it bypassed the protective mechanisms that were usually kept in Hugh's body, and even bypassed the metal disc that Hugh had always relied on, and thus naturally "exploded" inside Hugh's body.

Anger and disgust towards these ungrateful officers.

The desire and longing for that figure standing not far in front of me.

In addition, there is a distorted impulse that evolved from an intense possessiveness.

They were haphazardly mixed together, like a pile of alchemical materials thrown into a crucible and vigorously stirred. In this baseless and irrational method of preparation, they transformed into a terrifying emotion that acted directly on the body and instincts.

For a fleeting moment, Hugh even felt a strong urge to pull out the Hound's Fang and smash the heads of the officers behind him one by one.

However, this strange impulse did not last long.

In just a few seconds, it was smoothed out by another obedient and gentle consciousness.

That was Justina, the "child" who had been obediently resting in the Rock Lake Mine, who had sensed the unusual activity in her "father's" spiritual world. And what triggered this unusual activity was the life force that Justina could never forget.

Justina didn't quite understand why this small amount of power suddenly appeared in her "father's" body, nor did she understand what kind of effect it had on Hugh. As a very gluttonous child who was extremely attached to her "father," she instinctively regarded this power as a snack that Hugh was feeding her.

And so, happily and casually, he swallowed it whole.

This vitality of unknown origin can only be considered a "snack".

Because both in terms of quantity and quality, it was fundamentally different from the Life Colors that Hugh had fed her in the past. However, Justina was not a picky child. After eating an unexpected "midnight snack," she fell into a drowsy sleep once again, and even remembered to say goodnight to Hugh before going to sleep.

She is truly very well-mannered.

With this unexpected help, Hugh quickly regained his senses, and almost at the same moment, he heard a plaintive sigh coming from below the steps.

Immediately afterwards, the figure who had been waiting for him walked up on his own.

Just like during the day, Chiara reached out and intimately pulled Hugh's arm into her embrace, pressing it firmly into her chest.

With this action, the instinctive impulse triggered by the slight life force earlier began to resurface. However, this time Hugh reacted very quickly. He almost instantly located the weak force that had entered his body and used his magic to quickly isolate it.

Now Hugh knows what's going on.

Sensing this restless yet faint life force, Hugh glanced at Chiara without making a sound.

This is indeed not some special magic or ritual; at most, it can only be considered a special "prank" derived from the color of life.

By utilizing this power that is universally present in every living being, one can fundamentally manipulate emotions and directly trigger changes in impulses or emotions at the life level... It seems very suitable for use in certain "specific occasions" and as a flirting trick.

"I think the great Lord of the boundless seas would not want his followers to use this power in these ways, would he?"

Hugh looked at Chiara, a strange, meaningful smile appearing on his face: "Unless... Miss Chiara has some more special plans or ideas for tonight?"

"Ha, maybe."

Chiara seemed slightly discouraged by Hugh's successful resistance to her "temptation," but she quickly recovered and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Before that, shouldn't Your Excellency have ordered your subordinates to leave?"

"Oh, is that so..."

Hugh quickly adopted Fiorlando's identity and role, and sneered, "Judging from your expression just now, I thought you wanted to see me duel with them in front of you..."

As he spoke, as if he were genuinely flirting, he brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "How come I never knew Miss Chiara liked this kind of 'play'?"

Chiara responded to these words with ease, smiling back: "My dear, if your 'Giant Hill' god were as understanding as you, I think we wouldn't be standing in the cold wind chatting anymore."

Hearing these words, Hugh's face darkened, a reaction befitting a loyal follower of "Giant Hill." However, he didn't say much in the end. With a faint smile from Chiara, he chased away the troublesome officers and subordinates, and then went down to the street with her.

A vehicle made in the Kingdom of Saint St. was waiting by the roadside.

It is not much different from most new steam crystal vehicles. If you have to say something, the only difference is that the Black Sun Society has added some secret rituals for the society's internal use, as well as patterns and designs to identify their beliefs on this vehicle.

For example, the one in front of us.

It was covered with a layer of gorgeous blue silk, which looked like the kind of "Oriental fabric" that was very expensive in Saint-St., and on this fabric were iridescent circular patterns outlined with silk threads of various colors.

This is the emblem of the Sea God Society. The abstract yet dazzling circular pattern, enveloped in azure blue, must symbolize the sea god Calron. At this moment, there were still many members of the society who had just left the meeting place by the roadside. They all noticed Hugh and Chiara's situation, and thus each revealed an expression with different meanings.

Some individuals had somber expressions; these members of the association were under immense pressure and could not bear to see anyone still able to "enjoy" themselves under such circumstances.

Several handsome young officers looked on strangely. They all knew the extremely charming Miss Chiara and had even had a secret rendezvous with her not long ago.

Of course, many more people cast admiring and envious glances at him. These members, who were not high-ranking within the society, had no idea about the plans and arrangements made by Krzlov. They only believed that Baron Feorlando had indeed received multiple awards and affirmations from the royal family of St. Steel and the society's higher-ups, and that Chiara's presence added an extra footnote to their view.

Soon, the magnificent Poseidon Society vehicle drove forward along the road of Watchtower City.

For Hugh, who was "squeezed" into the back seat of the vehicle with Chiara, the challenges had only just begun.

The back seats of this car are actually very spacious. The reason it feels cramped is because some people are sitting so close that most of the seats are not even used.

What annoyed Hugh even more was that, while he was trying to deal with the passionate body beside him, a nasty laugh seemed to drift out of his mind.

That was Theseus.

He, or rather she, was enjoying the show. In order to mock Hugh to the fullest extent, Theseus even used a female voice that would make Hugh uncomfortable. This made Hugh feel as if there were a thousand damned "little devils" in his head constantly making vicious mockery. Moreover, as long as Theseus wanted, her voice could always penetrate the barriers that Hugh had set up and enter his brain in the clearest way.

If he could, Hugh would really like to instruct the palace hounds to get rid of the source of this annoying sound right now.

However, given the hound's cowardly demeanor in front of Theseus, the fact that it didn't let Theseus coerce it into mocking it was already a testament to its loyalty.

Not to mention, besides Theseus, there was a bunch of "disrespectful old men" gathered together to watch the show.

A bunch of shady old scoundrels were having a long talk about the matter at hand. They had finished criticizing Chiara and started a new round of boasting and sharing their experiences. It was hard to tell what a bunch of rats were talking about.

Meanwhile, another group of "ladies," led by Countess Alexandra, subtly expressed their concern about Vaan's "severe decline in social skills." Clearly, in their view, Chiara's level was at best that of a minor noble in a small duchy.

After several minutes of entanglement, Hugh finally found an opportunity. He forced a worried look, pushed Chiara, who was leaning against him, aside, and then conveniently isolated the endlessly talking Ernst family wills inside the metal disc. Let them talk about these topics with the Running Rats, which love that kind of talk.

Chiara naturally noticed Hugh's very obvious "low mood," but instead of coming closer, she sat down and looked at Hugh seriously for a moment.

Then, she breathed a sigh of relief, concealing the extra expression on her face. She took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped away the red marks left on Hugh's face from their previous intimate actions.

Changes in emotions and state of mind also lead to changes in temperament.

In just a few seconds, the previously lively and romantic atmosphere in the back seat completely subsided. As Chiara opened the car window, the cold night wind from Watchtower City rushed into the car, causing the temperature to drop drastically.

Chiara's fingers gently traced the patterns on a secret instrument inside the carriage, and the powerful isolation ritual field immediately activated, completely locking the two's conversation and voices inside the carriage.

The driver stopped the car at the right time, got out quietly, walked to the other side of the street, and began to smoke silently.

Hughes sensed something was amiss, so he turned to look at Chiara, only to find that she was looking at him as well.

“That’s good… I thought my dear Baron would be blinded by the so-called reward, but I didn’t expect you to be able to stay sober.”

Hugh's mind began to race. He frowned and checked the surrounding ritual area. After confirming that there were no oversights, he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Krzlov has assigned me a new task. To be honest, I don't think I'm up to the task... Although I believe the Society will give me maximum support, the task itself still feels like it's forcing me to my death."

Chiara smiled and said, "If you really die for the Society, that ambitious prince would probably be very happy, wouldn't he? After all, it would greatly help elevate the status of the royal family... What do you think?"

"The life, death, and survival of the royal family are none of my concern!"

Hughes said those words viciously.

This has always been Baron Fiorentino's attitude toward these matters; as a "discarded son" of the royal family, he doesn't feel much belonging to his own bloodline.

After saying this, Hugh cautiously looked at Chiara: "What, Miss Chiara, are you asking me these questions to prepare to take me in for interrogation? Is the Sea God Society now completely under Mr. Kerzlov's control?"

Chiara rolled her eyes, threw the handkerchief she had used to wipe Hugh's face at him, and then said in a rather ambiguous tone, "Don't say things like that. You know perfectly well that's not how it is... I called you here to talk to you about some things related to the Sea God Society."

Seeing that Hugh remained silent, Chiara continued, "At the end of tonight's gathering, what are your thoughts on what you saw?"

"Which aspect are you referring to? The treacherous acts of that false god?"

“No, not that… I’m talking about that war, the one that happened in the past, the one started by my lord Caljon, against almost all other gods and their kin.”

Chiara stared at Hugh, slowing her speech as she said gently, "Or rather, not just to other gods... As the greatest and most powerful being in this world, my Lord has rightfully been the ruler of this world since the moment of his birth."

"However, many within the society do not see it that way, and they have been trying to erase this truth."

"What, are you planning to betray the society?"

"It's not about betrayal! I'm just stating a simple fact."

Chiara raised her voice slightly: "My lord Calron's enemies are not only the false god Mel... This so-called alliance is a distortion of his power and will, and a trampling and blasphemy against our faith."

(End of this chapter)