Steam Age: I Fight Against Divine Authority with Otherworldly Tales

Chapter 67 Two Kinds of Revelation

Suren's gaze didn't linger long on the photograph of the Dead Sea Scrolls; he merely glanced at it before continuing to peruse the other photos and documents. After a cursory review, Suren placed them on the table and inquired about some details.

Through Charles's narration, Suren roughly pieced together what had happened.

In the middle of last month, Charles came to Loren and traded a large quantity of goods with a black market dealer.

Just two days after the transaction, Mr. Charles's caravan was attacked. Most of his guards were killed or wounded, and a significant portion of the cargo was lost, including the two ritual-related books and the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Later, Mr. Charles searched for many extraordinary individuals among the common people, but found no clues.

After listening to Charles's account, Suren tapped his coffee cup, pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked, "So, are you sure this shipment is still in the city?"

"Loren Town only has one exit, and I've already had someone check the recent outbound records." Charles nodded, his voice tinged with confidence. "Since the cargo was lost, there haven't been any one-way outbound records, and..."

Charles pointed to Loft's assistant beside him: "Loft's supernatural abilities happen to include some tracking methods. Loft has already marked the shipment, and through those marks, he can sense the approximate location of the goods."

Lovett nodded, affirming Charles's statement, but then smiled helplessly: "However, this ability has limitations; it can only sense a relatively vague area. Currently, we can only confirm that the goods are still within the town of Loren."

Suren nodded and said nothing more.

Seeing that Suren had no questions, Loft took out a contract and a pen from his pocket, placed them on the table, and pushed them towards him.

This contract was quite different from any that Suren had seen before. Suren even felt a slight sense of suffocation as he held it in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the contract.

The contract was simple: after Suren found the goods, he had to bring them to Charles Russell within two days, and he was not allowed to keep them for himself. He was not required to find all the goods, and the reward would be negotiated based on the amount of goods found. Once the task was completed, the contract would be void.

Suren nodded. The contents of the contract were relatively reasonable. He picked up his pen and, as usual, intended to use the [Information Shackles] ability to sign a fake name. However, when he tried to write, he found that the pen tip did not move at all.

Suren showed no sign of distress, quickly released the [Information Shackles], and then signed her name on the contract.

Pushing the signed contract forward, Suren was still pondering the strange turn of events. He guessed that Charles' contract must have been made by the "Agent," which would explain why his [Information Shackles] had failed.

Charles, sitting across the table, took the contract and examined it carefully. After a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I hope you can find the goods as soon as possible. I won't be able to stay in Loren Town for much longer." Charles sighed as he said this. "I still have quite a few properties in 'Libraton,' and if I don't go back soon, it may affect my business."

Without waiting for Suren's response, he stood up, tipped his hat, and added, "Then Loft and I will take our leave. Once you have found the goods, just come find me at the Tulip Inn, two blocks away."

Mrs. Howard stood up, gently lifted her skirt with both hands, bent her knees slightly, and performed a standard curtsy, her posture as dignified as a noblewoman who had stepped out of a painting.

Suren remained seated, not moving, only nodding slightly.

Charles felt no offense. Although it was their first meeting, he had already figured out Mr. Suren's temperament. He put on his top hat and turned to leave with Loft.

After they left, Mrs. Howard's gaze fell on Suren, who was still sitting in her chair, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Mr. Suren, I'm leaving tomorrow too. Just like you said, I hope we'll meet again then." She reached out and smoothed her not-too-messy hair, then turned and left without waiting for Suren's response.

With Mrs. Howard and her maid gone, the club fell silent once more.

In the quiet environment, Suren began to ponder how to find the shipment. He wasn't a detective and couldn't deduce the shipment's whereabouts from mere fragments of information, but fortunately, he had his own methods.

Suren leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to recall Charles's two ritual books. Soon he entered a state of "revelation".

The illusory scenes appeared one by one in Suren's consciousness. They were still fragmented words and blurry images, but this time they were more fragmented and the images were even blurrier than before.

After a while, Suren opened his eyes, but his brows involuntarily furrowed.

The clues were very vague this time; the words couldn't form coherent sentences. The scene was also unusually fragmented; one could only vaguely make out a dimly lit room with several shelves behind a red wooden door. On one of the shelves were the two books, and inside the room was a chair with a blurry figure sitting on it.

After thinking for a while, Suren closed his eyes again. He tried to change the target of his ability, this time recalling Charles's other cargo.

After several attempts, although the revelations from different items varied slightly, they all ultimately pointed to that dark basement.

It wasn't until Suren tried the Dead Sea Scrolls that the hints of the Revelation finally changed significantly. From the fragmented text, Suren even pieced together a chilling word—"Truth".

At the end of the [Revelation], a wooden door appeared in Suren's mind, with carefully trimmed green plants growing on both sides of the door.

Suren was stunned. He recognized the place; it was the entrance to the "Harp Library."

Suren opened his eyes, rubbing his slightly sore temples. He couldn't help but wonder why the clues pointed to the "Harp Library." Could it be that this batch of goods was stolen by that Mr. Elas Mercury, and that he was a member of the "Gate of Truth"?

If that's the case, then why are the same batch of goods destined for different places?

Suren was a little confused, but in any case, she had a clear direction for her investigation.

He stood up and decided to go to the "Harp Library," since Mr. Mercury didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Pushing open the door of the "Starry Night Club," Suren walked on the stone-paved road under the bright sunshine. After passing through several streets, he turned into that familiar street. However, the scene before him made him gasp for breath, and he stood there frozen in place.

Where is the "Harp Library" now? All that remains before Suren's eyes is an ordinary red brick building, no different from the buildings on either side.

There were no carefully tended green plants, no nameplate on the wooden door, and some dust on the door; it was just an ordinary empty room.