The black sun hangs high

Chapter 83 Three Guns
At this moment, the unusual event that Hugh had anticipated finally occurred.

It not only happened, but its intensity seemed to far exceed his expectations—regardless of what kind of strange power was hidden in this manor hotel, and regardless of whether there was a mastermind behind it, it seemed to have no intention of showing mercy because of the hotel guests' identities and lineages.

At least for now, judging from the intensity of poor Miss Elena Ernst's struggles and the bizarre scene, Hughes was indeed driven to the brink of death.

The Niels brothers had also arrived at the open space in front of the hotel, and they were equally shocked by what had happened on the fourth floor of the hotel.

But before the two could figure out what was going on, Hugh, who was the first to step out, made a frightening move.

He unwrapped the cloth from the revolver, then took out the new weapon and quickly lifted it up.

The two, who were shocked, had no idea what Hugh was seeing.

The moment he stepped out of the hotel lobby, the power of the Mirror Messenger began to operate on its own within his body. Deep colors emanated from between his eyelids, and with its help, the pitch-black night and the darkness of room 410 in the Manor Hotel could no longer obscure his vision.

So Hughes successfully saw an incredibly bizarre scene through the seemingly transparent window of the room.

He saw a dark figure standing right in front of Elena, who was hanging outside the window, struggling and writhing.

To be precise, it appeared to be a human figure composed of countless tiny shadows connected and combined.

Hugh didn't know what it was, but the moment he saw it, he felt a strong sense of nausea and vomiting, as if what stood there was a filthy, disgusting thing.

Moreover, both Hugh's subjective emotions and his mental world as a whole conveyed a very clear message to him at this moment—whatever that shadow may be, it should be dispelled, repelled, or even destroyed forever.

In short, it must not be allowed to exist in this world for any longer.

Now, Hugh could see that the dark figure was grabbing at Elena's arms with its "hands," and it seemed that it did not intend to let Elena continue to struggle on the edge of the window.

"call……"

Hugh took a deep breath, and with the surge of magic, the colors belonging to the Messenger in the Mirror floated out from between his eyelids. The strange magical shadow hidden in the darkness became clearer. At the same time, the memories of the skilled soldiers who had been sleeping in his mind and were absorbed and accumulated from the offspring of the Dark Abyss began to slowly awaken.

The instincts and memories that originally did not belong to Hugh gradually merged with his body. He skillfully adjusted his gun-holding posture, tilted his head slightly, and aimed at the head of that strange figure.

The trigger was pulled, and a crisp gunshot rang out in Ernst Manor.

Everyone, from the Niels brothers standing in front of the hotel to the ladies peeking out of the windows, gasped in surprise, with some of the more timid ones even screaming.

At this moment, Hugh completely ignored the sounds. He clearly saw the dark shadow "explode" into pieces the instant the bullet hit.

however……

The strange figure did not stop its actions. Although it was slightly swaying because it had lost its head, its desire to kill Elena did not cease. Moreover, Hugh saw more black shadows gathering towards its head, as if preparing to reassemble its head.

"Are the bullets primarily made of metal, and therefore have limited damage potential against magical artifacts?"

Hugh immediately realized what was happening, so he forcefully pulled the metal lever on the side of the revolver. The metal magazine started spinning with a soft click, and as the metal cartridges fell, a little white steam drifted out.

Then, Hugh ejected two more metal bullets in quick succession, and immediately began to construct simple magic runes in his mind.

The "Magic Arrow" trick took effect quickly. In the dim magical light, two magic bullets with a structure almost identical to rifle bullets were held in Hugh's hand.

At this moment, Hugh's speed had already reached its limit.

In the high-speed operation of magic, neither his movements nor his thoughts were flawless. With a crisp metallic click, the magical bullets with "Shug's characteristics" were quickly loaded into the cylinder. Then, the metal cylinder rotated slightly, and with the lever returning to its original position, the cylinder was fixed again, putting the new rifle into a state of readiness to fire once more.

The hotel waiter was terrified. He thought Hugh was shooting at the poor lady and was about to step forward to stop him when he was stopped by the two brothers who were also on the open ground. They reacted quickly and realized that Hugh might have foreseen something and that his shooting was not aimed at a member of the family, but at the murderer who was committing the murder, or something else!
A second gunshot shattered the night sky once more.

This time, the magic-made bullet, which was mainly composed of magic and had acquired a certain corrosive ability, successfully shattered the figure's left arm. Hugh could clearly see that its entire arm completely disintegrated under the impact of the bullet and the spread of magic, and its body shook violently, obviously suffering a serious injury.

After getting a positive result, Hugh's movements became smoother and faster. As he aimed again, the lever next to the cylinder was pulled once more. After the cylinder turned, the trigger was pulled again, and the third bullet left the chamber with a whistling sound, successfully turning the other arm of the figure into black slag.

In room 410, the "attack" on Elena was abruptly halted by the third shot, and the headless and armless humanoid figure swayed slightly before collapsing.

At that moment, Hugh saw light coming from room 410, and then figures rushed to the window. They were guards from the manor and hotel staff. They hurriedly reached out, grabbed Elena Ernst's arm, and dragged her back into the room.

Hughes put down the revolver he was holding.

He forcefully pulled the lever, releasing the cylinder. Immediately, a large amount of magical mist escaped from it. This was a negative effect of the magically created bullets. Just as the book said, using too many magically created bullets in crystal firearms could very likely damage the firearm's structure.

For all the young nobles staying at the manor hotel, this night was destined to be a sleepless one.

The bizarre events that occurred in room 410, along with the three sharp gunshots, were enough to make even the most thick-skinned person lose their sleepiness. So they all left their rooms and gathered in the hotel lobby. Some of the members had even packed their things, preparing to leave the manor temporarily and find another place to stay.

"What on earth is going on? Is the manor's hotel haunted?"

The ladies were talking in alarm.

"Get two magicians here and have them investigate what's going on!" Several men surrounded the manor hotel's butler, making this request with concern.

"Damn it, how come someone is carrying a gun?"

Among them are angry individuals searching for those who have just committed dangerous acts.

As witnesses to the “shooting” scene, the Niels brothers were “controlled” on a sofa in the corner of the hall. The two looked at each other, but could not say a word. They only knew that it seemed that Hugh had just rescued Elena, who lived in room 410, but they did not know the specific details.

On their opposite side, Hugh, the direct perpetrator of the shooting, was under the watchful eyes of several manor guards.

He sat calmly on the sofa. The revolver, with the remaining bullets removed, was wrapped in cloth again and placed aside. The still-shaken housekeeper brought him a cup of hot tea and expressed her gratitude briefly. She was terrified. As an ordinary housekeeper who had only recently joined the Ernst family, she would be held responsible if any young family member were to have an accident within her jurisdiction.

Hughes held his teacup, silently observing everything in the hotel lobby, quietly waiting for the Ernst family to announce their handling plan for tonight's unexpected events.

In fact, he was more concerned about what had happened in room 410, because until now, he still didn't know what the figure that had appeared in his magical vision was.

“That shouldn’t be a descendant of the Dark Abyss… If it were, my senses should be extremely strong.”

Hugh recalled everything that had happened that night: "Judging from the situation after the bullet hit, that thing seemed to be more like an aggregation of many things with specific forms, a characteristic that is very different from the offspring of the Dark Abyss."

"Not only that, neither the metal disc itself nor my three 'residents' within it showed any impulse or desire towards this existence. On the contrary, they seemed to despise and loathe it so much that it could even affect my own emotions... How strange."

Gradually, the hall quieted down.

Most of the people present knew that the arrangement for temporary accommodation in the hotel came from the high-ranking elders of the Ernst family, and this decision was very likely related to the upcoming succession.

Therefore, despite the very complicated situation at the moment, not many people are willing to leave early.

As they talked, more and more eyes turned toward Hugh.

An illegitimate child would certainly not come into their view.

An illegitimate child who has made a name for himself through vulgar literature has earned the right to become a topic of conversation and a laughing stock.

However, the illegitimate son who appeared before them had inexplicably regained the protection of his family, successfully escaped from the dangerous place that had triggered the war with his meager strength, and even successfully resolved a bizarre crisis with his superb archery skills...

At this point, elements that were not exactly honorable, such as illegitimate children and vulgar literature, became important embellishments in the "legendary story".

It's all so absurd, yet so real.

"Look, look, all you do is look! You don't have a zoo in Borden, do you?"

Although Hugh knew that it was only a matter of time before he would attract a lot of attention in order to reintegrate into the Ernst family, he still felt very uncomfortable when it actually happened.

There's nothing he can do; it's just that in his past life he felt uncomfortable speaking in a meeting room with more than fifteen people.

"I should have practiced this a long time ago, I should have practiced this a long time ago..."

Hugh calmed himself down, ignored the others, and turned to look at the guards and waiters. He wanted to try to get some information about the hotel and room 410 from them, but before he could speak, a sound came from the direction of the hotel entrance.

Two teams of fully armed guards entered the lobby of the manor hotel.

Everyone in the hall was "arranged" to the sides, and then a wheelchair and an elderly figure sitting in it slowly appeared in front of everyone.

“Zek Ernst?”

Hughes read out the old man's name.

After everything he had experienced, he could no longer regard the people he had encountered as mere "background figures." Each of them was real, with their own thoughts, desires, and emotions. Therefore, Hugh knew that the person standing before him was not an old man he could easily dismiss, but the current ruler of a vast family, a "Three-Clawed Falcon" who wielded terrifying influence over the entire Voltel army.

“Take little Elena away, she needs healing.”

Old Zeke's voice sounded very calm and gentle, a stark contrast to the soldier's voice that Hugh remembered.

After the monk and servants who were taking care of the injured went upstairs, the old man raised his cane and slammed it on the ground twice: "Alright! Haven't you seen enough of an old man like me? Since you still choose to stay here, it means you know very well what you're going to do next... In that case, go back to your rooms."

After saying that, old Zeke pointed to the guards who were already in position in the hotel lobby: "Don't worry, nothing will happen next, everyone is safe."

As the supreme figure in the family, no one dared to disobey Old Zeke's orders. Except for a few young people who were still doubtful and a little slow to act, the rest of the members all headed for the stairs and elevators. It seemed that the old man's two simple assurances had already dispelled their worries and fears.

Then, the wheelchair slowly turned around.

The next second, a smile appeared on that aged face: "Child, your name is Hugh, right? Would you mind keeping this lonely old man company for a chat late at night?"

(End of this chapter)