NCCnovel Chapter 239 Arrest from the Church of Storms
Chapter 239 Arrest from the Church of Storms
Chapter 239 Arrest from the Church of Storms
Inside the police station, looking at Captain Ellan, who had been notified to bail him out, Cyrien gave an awkward yet polite smile.
"Good evening, Captain Ellan. I hope this hasn't taken up too much of your time."
"Good evening, Mr. Randolph..."
Looking at the passenger in front of him who needed his bail, Airan's feelings were extremely complicated, and his brows were furrowed so deeply they looked like they were about to burst.
He and his first mate had just left Storm Church and hadn't even had a chance to return to the ship when they were notified by the sheriff of Bansi Port to bail out their passengers.
Before he arrived, he thought it was a conflict between one of the passengers on the ship and the local indigenous people, which eventually escalated to the point of involving the police.
Such incidents are not uncommon; outsiders and indigenous people are the groups most prone to conflict.
He had already figured out how to resolve the problem, but instead, he saw the person he least wanted to see right now.
If he had known beforehand that the passenger he needed to bail out was Sir Ryan, he would never have come.
The bizarre scene that had just occurred at the telegraph office resurfaced in his mind, causing his hard-won calm to flutter again.
...A strange and extraordinary being who can't even leave a portrait is very likely a legendary being who is half-human and half-god.
Even if he wasn't a demigod, he was still at the level of a pirate general, and an extraordinary being with a rather bizarre sequence.
He took a deep breath and tried to speak as calmly as possible:
"Sheriff Nicolo had already explained the situation to me before I came, and I also told him that I was a tourist who arrived on the island this evening and that I could leave directly after signing the papers."
Nicolo is the same bearded sheriff from before.
However, Cyril suspects that this sheriff is merely a figurehead, and that his true identity is likely a substitute for the local Storm Church.
Composing himself, he smiled and nodded politely to Airan, saying:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Airland."
Airland shook his head: "Ensuring the safety of every passenger is my duty as captain."
The two then fell silent, signed the papers at the officer's prompting, and left the police station together.
On the street outside the police station, seemingly sensing that the atmosphere between the two was too heavy and somewhat oppressive, Erlan casually broke the silence by starting a conversation:
"You mentioned on the ship that you planned to stay in Pantai Remis for a while?"
Xi Ruien nodded and replied, "Yes, I came to the sea to see all kinds of scenery and customs, in order to accumulate material for my future creations."
"Bansi Port was my first destination. It has many customs that I had never seen before, as well as unpredictable weather."
Airland casually chimed in, "Yes, Bansi used to be known as the Weather Museum."
"The weather here only gradually stabilized after the Church of Storms built a church on the island."
The two chatted as they arrived near the docks. As Ellan learned more about Cyrene, he gradually lowered his guard. Then, Sheriff Nicolo, with his thick beard, caught up with a well-equipped squad.
"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."
Cyril and Ellan stopped at the same time and turned to look at the Punisher squad that had caught up from behind and was subtly surrounding them.
Inspector Nicolo gave a salute with his right fist to his left chest, and then said:
"Mr. Randolph, we may need your cooperation in investigating the matter from before."
Airlan frowned, somewhat displeased, and said:
"Didn't I already provide Mr. Randolph's boarding information and give my guarantee? Why is there still a problem?"
He said this not because he was worried that Cyril would be treated unfairly, but because he was worried that the Punisher squad was more likely to be in danger when facing a suspected demigod, or at least a pirate general with bizarre abilities.
Inspector Nicolo shook his head slightly at Airland, tapping his right thumb three times on the holster at his waist.
"This is an instruction from Bishop Miller. The suspicious intruder we were chasing has suddenly gone out of control. Before he went out of control, the only person he had contact with was this Mr. Randolph Carter."
"As the prime suspect, and also an extraordinary individual hiding his identity, he must accept our investigation no matter what."
"Captain Ellan, please cooperate with our mission."
Arlan frowned, his gaze shifting between Nicholas and Cyril.
Whether out of his position or duty, he should cooperate with Nicolo, but he didn't think that adding this squad of scapegoats would be enough to arrest Randolph Carter, the mysterious painter who had infiltrated the White Onyx.
Why would Bishop Miller give such instructions? I had already told him about Randolph Carter's danger and strangeness, and that we should focus on observation before figuring out the truth.
He paused, then looked at Niccolò and asked:
"Does Bishop Miller have any other arrangements or instructions?"
Nicolo did not answer, but glanced at his teammates before decisively drawing his gun and pulling the trigger.
boom!boom!
Two bright yellow bullets pierced the air, aimed directly at Cyril's vital parts.
The other punishers around them also reacted in their own ways, drawing their guns or activating spells.
Arlan instinctively pulled away to dodge, while turning his head to look at Sirion with tension and vigilance, only to find that Randolph Carter, who had just been next to him, had disappeared.
He quickly looked around, and the other punishers reacted the same way, but none of them saw Sirion.
Ayrland's expression turned grim, and he turned to Nicolo, questioning him:
"Didn't Bishop Miller tell you that this being, who is suspected to be a demigod, at least at the level of a pirate general, and an extraordinary being with extremely bizarre abilities?"
"Are you trying to kill us all by shooting him like that?"
Nicolo's face, beneath his thick beard, suddenly froze, then gradually turned pale.
"No, no, Bishop Miller didn't tell me before, he only mentioned that the other party was an extraordinary person who infiltrated Bansi Port."
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Airland's brow furrowed deeper as he listened, utterly bewildered by Bishop Miller's motives.
He wanted the person taking the punishment to provoke or test the other party.
But what's the point?
Unless, the Church of Storms already possesses information I am unaware of. Lost in thought, he heard Niccolò suddenly shout:
"Damn it, two more people who took his place have gone to investigate the hotel where he's staying."
Aerlan raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He had frowned more times today than he had in the previous six months combined, and he strongly suspected that the wrinkles on his face would become even deeper after today.
He sighed silently, then said:
"Let's head over there too. Hopefully, there won't be any conflict. Against such a powerful opponent, using force and expulsion is the best option. A pointless battle will only result in mutual destruction."
At the hotel where Sirion was staying, two men wearing identical long trench coats received a spare key to Sirion's room from the receptionist after showing identification stamped by the police.
pat!
The door creaked open as the lock turned and the wooden door was pushed open, and two members of the Punisher squad entered the guest room where Cyril was staying.
"There's nothing here; it's so clean it looks like nobody lives here at all."
"Mifaith, aren't you a 'Detective Academy'? What have you discovered?"
"Mifaith?"
Seeing that his companion had not responded, the one who had entered the room first quickly turned around to look behind him.
But then he saw his slender companion, wearing the same long trench coat as him, standing there blankly, with bright red blood trickling from the corners of his eyes, ears, and nostrils.
Seeing his companion attacked silently, the scapegoat immediately became alert, holding a gun in one hand and taking out a white tin talisman in the other, muttering a passage in ancient Hermes:
"storm!"
Chirp~
A sudden gust of wind swept through the room, the intense airflow and friction producing a melodious whistling sound.
This sound can directly affect a person's spirit, bringing feelings of shame and disorientation.
The next second, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him, grabbed his chin, and turned his head to one side.
Before his instinctive resistance could take shape, his gaze met that of a figure in an abstract, distorted painting hanging on the wall.
The abstract and distorted face in the painting magnified in his eyes, emitting a silent shriek.
Metaphor~
He froze, feeling as if something had broken inside his ear, while a warm liquid kept flowing out.
Then everything went black, and I lost consciousness.
Throwing the unconscious Punisher to the ground, Cyril raised his hand to vibrate his spiritual energy, silencing the echoing, melodious wind in the room. He then looked at the painting he had hung on the wall.
Steve quickly smiled obsequiously at him:
"Great master, this was just a minor accident. I promise it won't happen again. I'll take care of these intruders before they even get in the door."