Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"You really are full of optimism," Heinstant still felt there was a problem.

The Assassin’s Guild had become more realistic. If it was said that the Primate and the Divine Master of The Great Forest Land collaboratively resolved the hatred between the Temple Knights and the Assassin’s Guild years ago, now... the rift between them seems to be widening again. Heinstant knew that this was not the fault of any organization, but mutual harm was the catalyst for everything.

Humans were already returning to space, so why repeat the same mistakes? If Fate truly had a goddess, she must be an Evil God.

Carrying this sense of regret, Heinstant and his brother in faith exited the orbital transit hub. While on the platform, they checked their equipment and then left quietly—ancient Guardians rarely engaged in long-range shootings because many Spell Formations could intercept bullets. In this era where Glyphology was lost, no bullets could hit the target after traveling thousands of meters and penetrating a Spell Formation Shield.

Exiting the platform, Heinstant scanned the surroundings and didn’t notice anything unexpected or anyone suspicious. While going to retrieve his vehicle, Heinstant glanced at his old friend, "Ingram, what’s the deal, where are the assassins?"

"I don’t have much to say either, really strange." This man with graying hair looked around, and when he saw Heinstant’s vehicle, the old man whistled, "Wow, is this that thing you’ve always talked about on the forum?"

"Yes, it’s the latest model from New Dong’an, a human world machinery factory in the East, it has high horsepower, large displacement, and most importantly, it can accommodate two people. You are the first man to sit in the back seat, my brother, you should be proud of that," Heinstant straddled it and then unlocked it with his fingerprint, grabbing onto the handle of the vehicle and turning on the motor.

"What about your old car?" Ingram climbed onto the vehicle, still observing his surroundings: "It’s really strange, they have not shown up from the start."

"So what should we do? Maybe they had a car accident, maybe something came up at the last minute, or maybe, just maybe, they might already know about our plan. After all, the Thanan have a saying, ’You are in me and I am in you,’" Heinstant said, pulling out his cigarette case, lit a West Lake cigarette for himself, and then passed the cigarette case over his shoulder to Ingram: "Want one? This is the best rolling tobacco from the human world of the East, I heard it’s a brand that existed before the Great Destruction."

"That really does have a sense of history," taking a cigarette, Ingram bit it in his mouth, then flicked his hand, and a small flame lit the cigarette.

"Let’s go, since they are not coming to us, let’s go find that traitor’s offspring."