Night Journey

Chapter 79 Turmoil
Only after the reporters had completely left did Cillian put down the Boiling Sword.

Sitting back at his empty workstation, Cillian seemed unusually idle in the bustling city guard bureau.

There really wasn't much that Cillian could do.

From the day he joined the City Guard Bureau, Cillian had been constantly fighting and killing. The few lines he had ever written were nothing more than signing the death papers.

Cillian appeared calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

"The waves caused by the return of the falcon are more intense than I imagined..."

After dealing with the enemy, under the cover of night, Cillian imitated the style of the Reverse Falcon, hanging the headless corpse high and inserting a sharp iron feather into its heart.

Cillian had intended to use this opportunity to muddy the waters of Hel City and test the power of the Claws, but he did not expect that the entire city of Hel would start operating efficiently as a result.

He thought to himself, "Dailin must have been hiding something from me... at least he didn't show me all the original documents."

Although things were starting to spiral out of control, Cillian remained optimistic.

Putting aside the exhilarating feeling of slaying evil offspring with the Boiling Sword, after a night of slaughter, the Ouroboros Seal was very satisfied with this series of sacrifices, which brought the concentration of soul essence in his body to a critical level.

Cillian could be promoted at any time.

Rank Two - Melting Warrior.

His current level one power is still too weak. If he wants to take revenge on the Claw of Evil and uncover the identity of the evil creature that destroyed White Cliff Town, he needs to reach a higher level.

Now, Cillian finally stands at the threshold of ascension.

"Next, we need to collect extraordinary materials, set a promotion date, and also take security precautions..."

As Cillian muttered to himself, Mefuni suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Cillian."

Meifuni's voice was very soft, her face was pale, and her eyes still held the fear that had not yet faded.

"It's nothing," Cillian said with concern. "But you, are you still thinking about what happened this morning?"

After the operation ended last night, Cillian immediately returned to his apartment, cleaned the blood off his body, and put away the tools he used in the crime.

To avoid attracting attention, he arrived at the city garrison early as usual, at daybreak.

then.

He saw Meifuni run in with a look of terror on her face. She was so flustered that she hadn't even changed out of her workout clothes.

Meifuni was the first witness.

From this morning until now, Meifuni has been going in and out of various offices, writing one document after another.

People hovered around Mefone like vultures, listening to her recount the morning's misery over and over again, before smugly leaving.

Looking at her dejected appearance, Cillian belatedly realized that, in the end, Maefoni was just a child.

"About this morning...I...I think..."

Meifuni wanted to say something, but her mind was foggy and she couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Is this the first time I've seen something like this?"

Cillian recognized Maefuni's appearance very well.

He had seen it in Mick before, when Mick first killed a demon.

Pale, trembling.

“It’s not the first time, but I should say it’s the first time I’ve been this close,” Mefuni murmured, “so close to death.”

Cillian said, "It's okay, you'll get used to it."

"Are you trying to comfort me?"

"of course."

Meifuni gave a wry smile. "Your way of comforting me is a bit too blunt."

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'd tell you this was just a coincidence, and that no one would die afterward, yet it just happened right in front of Ms. Love?"

Cillian spoke in a high-pitched voice, like a comedian on stage.

"Isn't it naive of you to say something like that, Mafone?"

Cillian scoffed, "Instead of comforting you with nonsense about the safety of the city-state, I'd rather tell you that there are many more such things. You'd better get used to it as soon as possible, lest you be so trembling that you can't even stand up when life and death are at stake."

Mefonie was quickly angered by this series of sarcastic remarks, but the anger quickly dissipated.

"Cillian, do you always have such a sharp tongue?"

"I just like to tell the truth."

Cillian picked up a box of cookies from Mefuni's table and shook it.

"You probably don't have much of an appetite, right? I'll take care of it for you, you're welcome."

Without waiting for Mefuni's consent, Cillian began to chew greedily.

Mae Fonnie has always had a sweet tooth, and she is extremely possessive of her food, only willing to share a little bit with others.

But today, Maefuni really wasn't in the mood to deal with Cillian, so she could only say it viciously.

"You bastard...you're really awful."

She seemed deflated again, and continued, "I've never met anyone like you before."

Cillian mumbled through his mouth, chewing on a biscuit.

"what happened?"

Meifuni was amused by his comical appearance.

"Everyone I meet tries to please me, but you are the only one who doesn't care about my status at all."

"What good will it do to care?" Cillian thought for a moment, then held out his hand. "Lend me some money?"

This situation is just like when the two first met at the City Guard Bureau.

Meifuni paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You really are quite eccentric."

Just when Maefuni thinks she knows Cillian well enough, he always suddenly reveals another side of himself, like wearing a mask, making it impossible to see his true face.

Cillian ignored Maefoni and turned his gaze to Dalyn's office.

The fierce fight in the alley last night obviously did not escape the eyes of the city guards. Anya rushed there early in the morning to investigate the scene.

Ciri is not the real Reverse Falcon after all. The remaining soul essence power at the scene is enough to alert the City Guard Bureau, but they probably won't be able to find him for a while.

It should be noted that Cillian is only a first-ranked individual. In the eyes of most people, infiltrating the enemy's lair with such limited strength would be tantamount to suicide.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached. DeKarl walked down the stairs, stepped over the crowd, and pushed open Dalin's office door with a grim expression.

He cut to the chase, asking, "How's the investigation going?"

"This is the preliminary material we have compiled."

Upon seeing the director's personal visit, Dai Lin immediately stood up and handed over a stack of hastily printed materials and photos.

De Karl silently flipped through the photos, one gruesome image after another coming into view.

Dead body.

Countless corpses filled the dark alley.

Some were charred, some were shredded, and some were vaporized under extreme temperatures, leaving only their jagged skeletons.

Dailin said, "It can be basically confirmed that a large number of Chaos believers gathered here last night, and then they were all killed by the Reverse Falcon."

De Karl frowned as he stared at the charred corpses.

“I remember… the Reverse Falcon usually doesn’t leave behind a corpse like this.”

Dai Lin nodded in agreement. According to the information he had saved, most of the people who died at the hands of the Reverse Falcon were cut to pieces by sharp weapons, and few had such burn injuries.

He was about to express his opinion when Anya spoke first.

"We don't know about that."

Anya pinched Dalin. "You should know that the information about the Reverse Falcon was ordered to be destroyed by the City Council a long time ago, and even the City Guard Bureau did not have a backup."

Decal's breathing became heavy. As a member of the city council, he naturally knew about this matter and understood why the order to destroy it had been given.

After forcing himself to calm down, De Karl said calmly.

"Can you be absolutely certain that this was indeed the work of Reverse Falcon, and not some bored copycat?"

“I can confirm it.”

A somewhat timid voice came from behind the door.

The three of them turned their gazes toward the outside of the office. Elton leaned half his body in and said in a trembling voice.

“I was there during Operation Reverse Falcon last night…”

Elton took a deep breath and said the rest of his words in one breath.

“I witnessed his arrival and saw him slaughter the Chaos followers.”

The three exchanged glances.

“Elton, come with me and recount your experiences from last night in detail.”

De Karl then instructed, "Continue the investigation. Inform me immediately of any progress."

Having said that, De Karl left in haste, just as hastily as he had arrived.

Only Dailin and Anya remained in the office. Anya spoke first.

“I don’t know exactly what happened, but I’m sure it wasn’t the real Reverse Falcon that did it.”

Anya visited the site in person that morning to familiarize herself with every detail.

"The Reverse Falcon has been missing for too long, but now it has suddenly reappeared and even possesses the power of the Soul Essence."

When these things were mentioned, Anya and Dailin looked at each other without saying a word, but they both saw a similar understanding in each other's eyes.

"What do you think he wants to do?" Dai Lin asked.

“I don’t know,” Anya added, “but he hunts Chaos, so he’s one of us.”

"I understand."

After a moment of contemplation, Dai Lin said, "The director's reaction is a bit off."

"What do you mean?"

"The City Guard's function is to fight against Chaos, but ever since the discovery of the Claws, the director has always seemed unhurried."

"Now, the return of the Reverse Falcon has actually drawn his attention, judging from his attitude..." Dalin recalled.

He suddenly stopped talking, got up to check if the office door was closed properly, and made sure no one was eavesdropping.

Dailin came close to Anya's ear and whispered.

"Judging from the director's reaction, he despises the Reverse Falcon more than the Claw."

The two of them couldn't figure out what was going on, but they both pulled down the blinds.

Through the gap, they saw Cillian eat the last cookie, and Mafone angrily punched his back.

(End of this chapter)