Night Journey

Chapter 88 Beautiful Moments
Dalin is a very strange person.

If you say Daelin has a poor ability to accept things, he easily imagines all sorts of strange things about Cillian's identity; if you say he has a good ability to accept things, the moment he hears Bruce speak, he's so scared that it's like a bunch of cockroaches crawled up his legs and into his pants.

If Cillian hadn't stopped Daelin in time, Daelin would have punched Bruce on the head, further relieving the intracranial pressure.

After everything quieted down, the already messy living room became even messier.

Cillian didn't want to clean it up anymore and decided to let it remain a mess.

"Calm down first, and then reintroduce yourself."

Cillian introduced himself in a serious manner, as if introducing a stranger.

“This is Dalyn Morrison, an Iron Guard, and this is Bruce, a Spirit Craftsman.”

"Fuck you!"

Bruce bared his teeth, clearly displeased with Cillian's use of the word "only".

Dalin's gaze was still somewhat unfocused. He had seen talking demons before, but this was the first time he had ever seen a talking dog.

"So, everything you said back then was true?"

Dalin belatedly looked at Cillian, recalling when they first met, Cillian said a series of absurd things, such as talking to dogs and being friends with dogs.

Cillian nodded earnestly. "Lying is troublesome, and I hate trouble."

"You're being a little too honest."

"Dailin shouted."

Cillian didn't take the initiative to introduce Bruce's background, but let Bruce tell the story himself.

"Anyway... that's about it."

Bruce didn't know how to explain his origins, so he just said a few words and stretched out his dog paw at Dalyn.

"Although it's not the first time we've met, it's like we're getting to know each other for the first time. Hello, Dailin."

Dalyn shook Bruce's paw blankly and nodded.

"Hello, hello, nice to meet you."

It took Dai Lin some time to process this series of shocks.

He remembered Anya telling him that Cillian had bought a broken jet revolver, which must have been Bruce's idea.

The six-eyed winged helmet worn during Cillian's mission was also likely crafted by Bruce.

A spiritual healer whose brain was transplanted into a dog's body.

This story told the newspaper that it would definitely become a front-page headline, and even one of the enduring urban legends of Hull.

Dalin muttered, "Damn it, I should have brought Anya with me."

"Let's talk about it later."

The thought of a similar shocking event happening again gave Cillian a headache.

Dai Lin asked considerately, "So, going back to our plan, besides preparing a suitable interrogation location for you, is there anything else you need?"

Cillian couldn't think of anything for the moment, but Bruce spoke up.

"We need a blueprint for a vehicle that can travel in the wilderness, preferably with the wreckage of a scrapped vehicle, and any related parts would be greatly appreciated."

Dalin asked, "Are you... planning to leave Hel City?"

“Just be prepared for anything that may happen,” Cillian replied, “for example, to evacuate Hull if necessary.”

"Hmm... I'll think of something."

"Thank you."

The two agreed on a time and roughly planned their next move.

Before leaving, Dai Lin seemed very happy, saying that she would tell Anya about these things, and that Anya would be very curious and surprised.

Dai Lin left with a sense of relief. No matter how much he pretended to be relaxed, reality remained harsh and uncompromising. Today, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

The noisy living room finally quieted down. Cillian glanced at the mess on the floor and said rudely.

"Remember to clean it up."

"But I didn't do it this time!"

"Are you sleeping in the living room, or am I sleeping in the living room?"

"Fuck you!"

After a bit of commotion, Cillian successfully dumped all the chores on Bruce and returned to his bedroom with the Boiling Sword.

Cillian knelt solemnly on the carpet, closing his eyes in meditation. After a moment, he opened his eyes and slowly raised the Boiling Sword.

"Finally, I became a Fusionist."

Ciri awakened the source energy within his body, igniting the soul essence in his blood. They burned and rose one by one, reflecting an orange-red glow on his body surface, along with the dense capillaries.

An immense amount of heat was released from Ciri's body. This time, instead of rushing around haphazardly, it was concentrated uniformly in his hands. He then used his hands to imbue the Boiling Sword with this heat, which was enough to melt iron and stone.

Under extreme temperatures, the metal defies the laws of physics, becoming increasingly tough and sharp. Without the slightest spark, it is already scorched red.

At this point, Boiling Sword revealed its true nature to Cillian.

"Teacher, I did it."

Ciri stared at the blazing fire sword in his hand, his eyes filled with longing and sorrow, as if he were facing a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

He calmed the source energy and extinguished the fire.

The Boiling Sword gradually lost its flame and took a considerable amount of time to cool down completely.

A knock sounded on the door, and after a short wait, Bruce pushed open the bedroom door and poked a dog's head out.

Is there anything else I need to prepare for you?

Cillian said calmly, "Explosives, more explosives, preferably mixed with soul essence and steel balls and iron pieces."

"Oh...this thing exploded, it's probably going to hurt a lot."

Cillian said indifferently, "I don't care about humanitarianism, I only care about efficiency."

"I've noted that down. Is there anything else?"

Bruce asked again, as attentive as a butler.

"I can't think of anything right now. Do you have any recommendations?"

"Well..."

Bruce thought about it seriously for a while, then said helplessly, "To be honest, Cillian, I'm not as antisocial and perverted as you. I really can't think of anything more efficient."

"Okay, then let me be alone for a while. I need some peace and quiet."

Ciri stroked the cooled Boiling Sword, her fingertips tracing the fine lines.

Bruce left, leaving the room to Cillian.

In absolute stillness, Cillian once again fell into deep meditation.

Time is a terrible file; it can not only smooth out the beauty of the past, but also wipe away the piercing pain.

Cillian had been away from White Cliff Town for too long, and the grief that had haunted him that day had faded considerably, preventing him from being trapped in a sudden nightmare at some unexpected moment.

If we compare memory to a library, then these books are undoubtedly locked, yet placed in the highest and most prominent position.

Cillian rarely remembered, but he would never forget.

"call……"

Cillian took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

After repeating this several times, Cillian felt that he had reached his most rational state, so he got up, went to his desk, and spread out his notes.

Turning to the page with the image of the monstrous claws, Cillian wrote down detailed information about the Unseen Ones and briefly described the subsequent actions.

Previously, Cillian had successfully obtained information about Tania from Valerie.

Valerie was unaware of Tania's identity, but according to her, a senior member of the Claws was seriously injured and had been moved to a safe house to recuperate.

If nothing unexpected happens, that senior member will be Tania.

Similarly, Cillian successfully obtained the approximate location of the safe house from Valerie.

“Tanya…Tanya…”

Cillian kept repeating the woman's name, a look of fervor and infatuation appearing in his eyes.

From the very first day he learned the information, Cillian was eager to see Tania, but at that time his rank was still low and he was unable to reveal the true power of the Boiling Sword.

It's too much of a stretch to raid the Claws' safe house and wipe out all the enemies.

until today.

"I'm really looking forward to it... Tania."

Cillian closed his notebook, imagining that scene.

"What kind of expression will you have when you face me? What will you say? I'm really curious..."

(End of this chapter)