Chapter 1449: The Unlucky Ones_2

Carefully think about it, you’re just a grassroots worker, maybe because of the nature of your work, your working environment and treatment are better compared to those who go out every day to run business and chop demons.

Then one day, your manager brings the company’s top figure to meet you, saying that the company has an important mission assigned to you, a grassroots employee, no matter how you think about it, there are problems.

Racking your brain, there are only two possibilities: either you are the top figure’s illegitimate child, and your convenient father is telling you that the time has come to inherit this huge business empire, or the company has a very deadly task that needs an unlucky guy to step on the mine.

The more you think, the worse your mood gets. Gerri feels that he wasn’t this suspicious before, let alone have such awful thoughts about the Purification Mechanism. He’s trying hard to recall, realizing that this cognitive bias might have stemmed from an employee gathering a few months ago, where he overheard an Upper-Rank Knight at the next table complaining about these.

Ah… the memory gradually becomes clearer, Gerri even remembers the code name of that Upper-Rank Knight.

Was it called… Red Falcon, right?

Aika also looked curious, Thunderous Cape’s primary project was originally to support the reconstruction of Old Dunling, but after Merlin’s order was issued, everything shifted to supporting their actions, this mysterious operation being more important than rebuilding Old Dunling.

“Did Arthur not tell you?” Merlin asked.

“Arthur?”

Upon hearing Arthur’s name, the eyes of both individuals lit up, followed by even more unease.

If Merlin implies that it was originally Arthur’s responsibility to inform them about the specifics, rounding up, this was a direct appointment from the company boss.

“Is it convenient to disclose?”

Perhaps due to not needing to participate in the operation, Aika grew more curious.

Merlin glanced at Aika, then looked at the uneasy Gerri and Dort, sighed, and helplessly said.

“Sorry, this is too important, can’t reveal too much, as for you…”

Merlin looked at Dort and Gerri, then at Aika, and asked sternly, “Are you very idle?”

“Ah? I still… huh?”

Aika wanted to say something but eventually held back, waving his hand and retreating.

“Alright then, I’ll go back to my work, you continue.”

Aika left the place, as the person responsible here, he’s aware of the assembly list Merlin needs, and from those lethal assemblies, he smells the scent of iron and blood, which is why he calls Dort and Gerri unlucky ghosts.

“Which place could be so unlucky to be bombarded with such firepower?”

Aika muttered, looking expectantly towards the side track.

The Armed Iron Serpent docked then departed, transporting weapons ceaselessly to an unknown place, Aika knew what was there, but unfortunately, he seemed to have no chance to witness its departure.

“Chief…”

Seeing Aika leave, Dort whispered to call Merlin, excitement and anxiety peaked at this moment.

“Simply put, we’re going to fight a war now, a difficult war,” Merlin said uncertainly, imagining an unknown future, “we might win, but a greater possibility is we’ll all die there.”

Both swallowed hard, this kind of pre-battle mobilization speech they’ve heard countless times, but this time it’s told by Merlin, and from Merlin’s cold poker face, they can’t feel any pre-battle enthusiasm, rather like a doctor announcing their death date.

“We’ll… all die there?”

“That’s right, all will die, none spared.”

Merlin suddenly thought of something, he approached them, reaching out both hands and placing them on their shoulders.

“So there’s this matter now, the bad news is, there’s a high probability you will die.”

“Good news then?”

Dort quivered and asked.

“Good news? The good news is Sailing Dawn lacks two determined co-pilots…”

“Let’s go! Where’s the air port! Where’s Sailing Dawn!”

Not waiting for Merlin to finish, Dort and Gerri interrupted him excitedly, like dogs ready to go for a walk, they scuffled at the door, ready to dash out and roll in the mud.

“No… wait, you could die.”

Their response left Merlin a little dumbfounded, thought he would replace Arthur to do some psychological construction for them, but the direction has gone strange.

“Die? That’s Sailing Dawn!” Gerri screamed.

“Exactly! That’s Sailing Dawn!” Dort echoed.

“The most advanced war airship today! Bigger than a regular airship by a large margin!” Gerri shouted.

“Most advanced! Big margin!” Dort repeated, not forgetting to draw a large circle in the air with his hands.

“Where is it! Where is it!”

Their eyes shone, echoing each other.

Merlin felt complex, looking at the completely different states from before, he wasn’t sure whether to be happy or something else.

“Ah… I’m starting to wonder where Arthur recruited such a batch of people.”

Merlin murmured.

…

“No stopping, no resting, where exactly are we going?”

In the narrow carriage, Red Falcon complained.

Getting off the train, the group carried their luggage, stepping into the industrial zone without any time for rest, they boarded the Armed Iron Serpent again, traveling between towering steel giants, breaking through dust and sparks, heading toward the unknown place.

“I don’t know, but stop complaining, Red Falcon, you’re really annoying.”