The Devil’s Cage - Chapter 326

Chapter 326

1st Black Street .

Schmidt, Simones and Charles were sitting opposite Kieran, Elli, Raul and Cidney .

Everyone was focused on Kieran’s calm expression . The atmosphere felt heavy .

Schmidt couldn't remain silent anymore .

"Didn’t you notice the danger before you, 2567? Or do you have any secret plans about it? The outsider is gone . Can you tell us now?" Schmidt said, firing questions nonstop .

"Yes, I noticed, but I have no plans about it . "

Kieran didn’t object to the use of the word "outsider" . Compared to everyone present, Rosland was indeed nothing more than an outsider .

"What do you mean you have no plans about it?" Schmidt asked in confusion .

"Would you turn down such an invitation, Simones?" Kieran asked the man without answering .

"Of course not! I might not be of much use there, but I am no coward! Besides, if I don’t go, I will be shaming our traditions!" Simones said in an affirmative tone .

"Oh my God! Simones, please tell me you are joking! How is this a tradition? This is just stubbornness! Stubbornness that will lead to death!" Schmidt said loudly, covering his own forehead .

"This is the last tradition remaining on the West Coast . One should not fear an invitation from the East Coast, regardless of whether it is safe or not to go . This is the only tradition left on the West Coast ever since Rei became the God of Earth . . . " Simones emphasized in a calm tone .

No one seemed surprised by his words . Charles even nodded with a smile . Kieran was no exception either .

He had been unfamiliar with that tradition at first, but when Simones had seen the invitation, his serious expression had made him guess as much .

As far as he knew, the Shepherds never did anything without a reason . Simones’ words only confirmed his theory .

"Damnit!" Schmidt cursed, rubbing his temples with a frown . He knew Simones wouldn’t change his mind, considering how calm he seemed to be about it . Everyone else shared the same opinion with the potionologist, Schmidt stopped wasting his energy trying to persuade them .

Kieran’s eager look was a sign that he had been anticipating that invitation . Although he tried to hide it, Schmidt could tell .

"What should we do then?"

They couldn’t turn down the invitation under the circumstances, so all they could do was prepare for the worst . Schmidt was not about to back off . He had received an invitation himself, but even if he hadn’t, his temper would have made him tag along with everyone else .

"Get some rest, get ready and let’s wait for December 1st . . . "

"I hope I can get some nice food! I’ve been eating fast food and canned food for almost two weeks now! I don’t hate the taste of it, but if I could have something else, I’d be grateful!" Kieran said before standing up and going to the kitchen .

Elli followed after a moment .

"Young people these days!" Simones and Charles exclaimed together .

Raul and Cidney exchanged a look and smiled, implying that they agreed .

Schmidt was the only one standing there blankly .

"We are discussing life and death here! How can you guys act like this?" the Chief Officer protested helplessly in a loud voice .

A few days passed, but nothing changed .

Kieran, Elli, Simones, Charles, Raul and Cidney were not anxious . Everyone carried on as usual .

Schmidt, on the other hand, was getting more anxious every day . In the end, Simones couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed him out of the house .

"Aren’t you supposed to be looking for that black market dealer? Now is the time!"

Simones’ words lingered in Schmidt’s ears as he stood outside the door .

Shaking his head, he mocked himself with a smile . "Fine, fine! I have failed as a mystic anyway!" he muttered, leaving the house in dissatisfaction . He could tell that everyone seemed to be relying on something, which was why they remained calm . The more they behaved like that though, the more anxious he got .

He had no aces up his sleeves anymore .

"Damn it! Do I really need to order a rocket launcher from that bastard? Even if I had one, it wouldn’t improve my chances against those monsters!"

Schmidt headed towards the black market with that thought in mind .

His confidence was slipping away, when he suddenly saw a figure appear in front of him .

"Who’s there?" Schmidt asked vigilantly, his hand reaching for his gun .

"I mean you no harm, I am just a messenger . Please forgive me . . . I was unable to deliver this message directly to the Bird of Death . It is too dangerous for me there . . . "

The figure waved his hand and a white envelope flew into the pocket of Schmidt’s coat .

Before Schmidt could express his amazement, the figure had already disappeared .

"A letter for 2567?"

Schmidt took out the blank envelope . He had no idea what the figure wanted, but he knew that he needed to pass that letter on to Kieran .

However, after taking a couple of steps, he was stopped again . The person who appeared before him this time made Schmidt’s jaw drop .

"Long time no see, Schmidt!" he greeted him .

. . .

The days flew past like a bird .

A heavy snowfall surprised everyone on the day of December 1st .

The snow kept falling from dawn till dusk, not sparing the sunlight .

The gray clouds were dense and the atmosphere felt chilly . As darkness covered the sky, nature made everyone hold their breath .

The accumulated snow on the ground was an obstacle for the few pedestrians on the streets .

By 6 o’clock in the evening, the streets were almost deserted .

A few more people lingered around, but they were all in a hurry . None of them had any intention of staying out in that mercilessly cold and snowy street .

Suddenly, a bell rang on the street .

The pleasant chime caught everyone’s attention . The pedestrians watched in shock as two four-wheeled wagons being pulled by four horses each dashed through the gray streets .

Even the thick snow on the streets could not slow them down .

Their speed and steady driving impressed the pedestrians, who admired the wagoners’ skilled control . The ones with the sharpest eyes could tell that those were no common horses or wagons .

They couldn’t tell in what aspect they were different, but they knew they were .

The wagons rode under the pedestrians’ gazes, disappearing at the end of the street . They were heading towards 1st Black Street .

The two wagoners parked their wagons neatly in front of the house .

Then they jumped down, rang the doorbell and stood to the side with bowed heads .

After about two minutes, the big door of the house opened .