Although he didn't know why Hesta was late today, Si Lei still breathed a sigh of relief.
The noise of the crowd gradually subsided - everyone saw the file bag in Hesta's arms, which Gobelin handed to her yesterday, which contained the travel guide for the Ascension cruise ship.
"It's been a long wait..." Hesta looked forward, "Everyone, please don't stand, please find a place to sit down."
Under the gaze of everyone, Hestad and Rico walked through the theater full of bullet holes and came to the open space in front of the first row of seats.
"Is everyone here?"
"Basically everything is ready." Si Lei replied.
"Okay." Hesta held the file bag with his right arm and quickly removed the white sealing thread with his left hand. Before anyone could realize what this meant, they heard Hesta cough a few times and said: " Now, let me introduce to you the details of this "travel guide" so that you can tide over the next difficulties——"
In an instant, several surprised glances were shot at her at the same time. Si Lei, Gobelin, and Anna looked up one after another, and everyone's expressions froze for a moment.
Gobelin on the other side had already started to take action. He took a few steps forward and half of his body leaned out of the railing. "What are you doing?"
The crowd looked up blankly, wondering what made Gobelin lose his temper again. Gobelin quickly went downstairs, and his continuous "Stop!" and "You're crazy!" were even heard from the stairwell.
When Gobelin rushed to the first floor, Rico directly pulled out Hesta's black cane, ready to repel him at any time. Si Lei was one step earlier and clamped Gobelin's arms and shoulders from behind, "Calm down. Gobelin!"
Despite this, Si Lei also had some hesitation. She clearly remembered that there was a signed note last night, which clearly stated that the "Travel Guide" needed to be stored out of the reach of ordinary passengers to prevent passengers from reading it directly - did Hestad think that paraphrasing it like this could avoid the relevant issues? Risk?
Does it really make sense to play word games like this...
"Ms. Hesta! Didn't you read the text carefully last night?" Gobelin looked at Hesta in the distance and said sternly, "These things cannot be shown to ordinary passengers!" He looked back at the crowd, " Let’s all disperse! Don’t stay here any longer! Disperse!”
The soldiers in the theater looked up to the second floor at the same time - Gobelin seemed to want them to drive most of the passengers out of the theater, but Bernhard had not given the order yet.
Bernhard on the second floor was still hesitating. It was not until Gobelin raised his head and shouted to him to drive people away that he slowly went downstairs. When he reached the center of the crowd, Rico also pushed Hesta over.
"Now is the time for you to maintain order, Bernhard." Hestad raised his chin towards Gobelin, "Gobelin is no longer in this game, he should not be here today. .”
"...What's going on?" Bernhard made a beeping sound. He looked at Gobelin, "Why suddenly..."
"There are enough dead people who violated the rules, General!" Gobelin shouted loudly, "Let everyone disperse first, leave here, and let Ms. Hesta and I talk alone-"
"No need." Hesta interrupted directly, "My decision has its own reasons..."
"You don't care about the lives of these people here!" Gobelin stopped trying to persuade Hesta and just looked back at the other passengers. "Leave! Don't listen to her saying anything about the "Guide", she is either crazy. , or have other plans——"
"Heinrich Gobelin."
Hesta's sudden increase in voice shocked everyone, and everyone looked at the mercury needle sitting in a wheelchair. There was no smile on her face, but there was no anger at all.
"Tell me," Hesta turned the wheel of her chair and moved a few inches toward Gobelin. "Is this your real name?"
The crowd was in an uproar, and Gobelin chuckled: "You are really crazy——"
Tasia finally squeezed her way to the front, "Well... was there some misunderstanding? Of course this is Mr. Gobelin. I have known him for more than ten years... He has always had this name."
"Is that so?" Hesta looked at Gobelin.
Gobelin looked at Hestad coldly: "What exactly do you want to imply?"
"Is it a coincidence that every Roboglier has a Gobelin next to him?" Hestad said softly, "Your Mr. Roboglier is called Rob Green. What's your name?"
While everyone was still in a state of confusion, Si Lei suddenly realized something. She let go of Gobelin's hand, turned him over and pulled him towards her, "Let me ask you Gobelin, there is a picture in the "Guide" The signed note, was that left by you?”
"Of course not. How could I add entries to the Guide without permission..." Gobelin paused for a moment, "Have you read the Guide last night? Hesta has already -"
"Okay, stop making trouble!" Bernhard raised his hands and clenched his fists, "Who can explain what the quarrel is about now!"
After a moment of silence, Hesta coughed again, "I'll keep the story short."
Everyone's attention turned to Hesta again.
"First of all, we're really in the middle of a premeditated murder."
Hesta looked around, returning every pair of eyes that turned toward her.
"Secondly, everything that happened on this ship today is nothing new. Because on another giant ship many years ago, someone used the same method to kill all the passengers on the ship at that time.
"All passengers," Hesta repeated in a low voice, "nearly two thousand people died tragically at sea, including some children under the age of twelve."
"When did it happen?" Bernhard frowned, "Why have I never heard of such a big case?"
"The Golden Age." Hesta replied in a low voice, "How many of you here know the origin of the name 'Roboglier'?"
When no one answered, Si Lei took the initiative and spoke, "The founder of the 'Golden Age', a businessman and social activist, founded the 'Boycott Monks' organization - the Thorn Monks of that era."
Hesta looked at a few thorn monks standing in the distance, "Haven't you heard of it?"
"I've heard of the 'Boycott Monks'...Mr. Bree told us about it before." One person replied, "There seems to be a book specifically about them, "The Male Awakening"...or something."
"Isn't Robbeglier mentioned in the book?"
"... all we read are photocopies, usually excerpts," the man replied. "Mr. Bree never told us about the Robbeglier of the golden age..."
"Yeah, how could he say it," Hesta said softly, "Once he says it, it will soon be equivalent to admitting that they are just a group of imitators who plagiarize ideas?"
(End of chapter)
