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Chapter 1752
After hearing Gerald’s explanation, both of them finally got the whole story. As it turned out, the perfume bag really
did symbolize something.
“…Still… couldn’t the ‘major issue’ be a good affair?” asked Ray.
Shaking his head, Gerald then replied, “Unfortunately, I’ve heard tales of Grimhelm before as well. It’s an extremely
vicious place, so the fact that he’s gone there must mean that he’s bumped into some trouble.”
Gerald also knew that Old Flint was wise enough not to send such a perfume bag over under normal circumstances.
He would’ve only posted it when he was in urgent need of help…
“…I see! Then… When are we leaving?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“We leave at nine tomorrow morning!” declared Gerald, knowing how urgent the situation was.
Following that, he turned to face Ray and Juno before instructing, “Ray, Juno, go wake Nori up and detail her on all
this. Once that’s done, start packing up. I’ll be needing you three to follow me there!”
With how serious the matter was, Gerald needed all the help he could get. After all, with every additional person
they had, the more power their party would possess.
Hearing that, Juno then replied, “Got it!”
Ray had no objections either, so the duo quickly parted ways with Gerald.
After that, all four of them quickly began packing up and readying themselves for the trip tomorrow morning…
While Gerald finished packing relatively early, he naturally had a restless night…
By early morning, all four of them were already up, and after cleaning themselves and having their breakfast, the
party of four then set off.
With Ray being the driver, the party then drove all the way to the highway entrance—which took about half an hour
—near the sea. According to the meeting time in the letter, Old Flint should be waiting for them there by then…
True enough, upon arriving at the highway entrance, all four of them saw an old person wearing a black
windbreaker—as well as a black hat—sitting by the roadside, a sandalwood scepter in hand. It wasn’t hard to
discern that that was none other than Old Flint. With that, Gerald then told Ray to stop the car next to him.
The second the car stopped, Gerald stepped out before respectfully greeting, “Old Flint!”
Nodding slightly with a grunt, the old man then got into the shotgun seat with Gerald’s help.
With that done, Gerald then told Ray that he would be driving next.
It wasn’t as though Ray had bad driving skills or anything, but the fact remained that only Gerald and Old Flint knew
where their destination was. With that in mind, it would be better that Gerald drove rather than having to point out
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe directions to Ray throughout the entire journey.
Before leaving, Gerald made sure to ask, “Is there anyone else joining us, Old Flint?”
Shaking his head slightly, Old Flint then leaned against his seat, not saying a word…
Since he had a pair of sunglasses on, nobody truly knew whether his eyes were open or closed.
Regardless, seeing that he wasn’t going to get a reply, Gerald then stepped on the accelerator, driving straight into
the highway…
“It’ll be about ten hours before we get to our destination. The three of you can get some rest if you want to. After
all, we woke up pretty early!” suggested Gerald.
Hearing that, all three of them nodded. After all, there was not much else to do on the highway unless they came
across any rest areas. With that, it wasn’t long before all three of Gerald’s companions dozed off…
When that happened, there was complete silence in the car. After all, Gerald was driving attentively whereas Old
Flint remained as silent as ever.
Though such a situation would surely be tiresome for regular people—since a ten-hour drive was rather long—, it
was a rather easy affair for Gerald. He wasn’t tired in the least…