Chapter 166 - 161. Woe of Believers
When they stepped inside the factory complex, It was more ordinary than Zein thought.
Perhaps he was imagining some mysterious secret base like the one in the movie Han Shin gave him to watch when he got bored during Bassena’s absence. But this one had nothing of the dark-looking castle of halogen light along a technologically advanced building.
It was just...well, an office building.
They first stepped into the parking lot, and in front of them was a regular-looking management office. He could see the taller building of what he assumed to be a worker’s dorm, and the actual factory behind a steel fence.
A weapon factory. He found out before coming here that their base was a legit weapon factory. It wasn’t anything big like Mortix, of course, but they supplied low-budget weapons for espers in the lower zones. He found it kind of fitting, honestly, for a cult worshiping Setnath, since the deity was known to be proficient in handling all kinds of weapons.
"O-over here," the guard guiding them inside went through a small path next to the office, which bring them to the dorm building Zein could see from the outside.
But the guard didn’t stop or went to the dorm, but continued walking along the concrete path all the way to the back of the complex. Zein tried to recall the vision of the complex from the air, and remembered there was a separate two-story house in the corner of the factory complex.
It was a plain-looking residential house that didn’t match the factory complex. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was big enough to hold a big family meeting, the kind of house that had a lot of rooms and one big living room combined with a dining room. There was a small, empty lot of garden beside the house, which Zein easily imagined would be filled with vegetable seeds once spring came. The rest of the lawn was filled with trees that had started to lose their leaves.
While Zein was busy observing the vicinity, he suddenly heard a commotion from the house. The voice traveled from a slightly opened door, and he stopped in his track.
"You can’t even walk well, old man, let’s just be patient. They’ll arrive soon!" a youngish voice came from inside, followed by a spiky older voice.
"You imbecile! How dare you make him come to us?! I’m the one who should run to him!"