Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 349 Crimson Cult

"Teacher, teacher..."

Mr. Scott, still in shock, pointed to the painting that Shard had put back into the safe. Professor Katja shook her head:

"Stay calm, Scott. Did you think the work of a folklore scholar was just to read literature in the office? Calm down, oh, Scott, you are a good lad, stay calm!"

"Teacher, have you ever seen something like this before?"

"I've seen worse. This is the first time I've taken you out to see the world. If you still wish to learn from me, you will encounter many more things like this."

The young scholar had a look of horror, and Professor Katja felt slightly disappointed. Then she turned to Shard and said:

"Sir, from your expression, you must be more than just..."

"Yes."

Shard took out a document and flashed it before Professor Katja:

"MI6. We are tracking a batch of contraband. I am an agent of MI6, and Miss Princess is... my superior."

This explanation was fine.

Professor Katja, who clearly had seen a lot, took the document, glanced at it, and knew it was genuine:

"Then it seems we've stumbled upon real trouble this time. Agent, what else is in the safe?"

"Deeds and property titles, it seems that besides this house, most of the houses in this entire alley belong to Mr. Jude. There are also some jewels, cash, odd badges, and seals."

The professor took the stone seal Shard had handed over, and after a glance and a furrowed brow, suddenly her eyes widened:

"The Crimson Cult!"

"What?"

Shard asked in surprise. Mr. Scott, still unsettled, was also puzzled, but Lecia thought for a moment and explained:

"The Crimson Cult is an ancient term. The formal name today is the cult that worships the 'Lord of the Crimson Spiral', the Evil God."

"Teacher, is Mr. Jude a cultist?"

While Mr. Scott's attention was also drawn to the door, Lecia quickly stepped beside Shard, pressed her hand against the glass that had already been cracked, and gently pushed, shattering the entire pane into pieces.

"Let's go!"

Shard yelled loudly as more and more sounds began to emerge from the dim corridor outside the door.

"You go first!"

The professor shouted, as he adeptly pressed the hammer of Shard's revolver with his thumb while still holding guns in both hands.

The writhing butler on the ground, despite being shot in the heart, was unbelievably not dead yet, and struggled to stand up. His throat emitted a gurgling sound, which was actually a form of language; he was calling for help. It seems that the butler, who had been monitoring the hallway, was the first to rush over upon noticing something was amiss.

"You go first!"

Shard told the Princess, and so the red-haired girl jumped through the window into the pouring rain outside, without any hesitation.

Bang bang bang~

The professor fired several more shots, making the convulsing butler on the ground twitch even more violently. Yet he still wasn't dead, smoke rose from the bullet holes in his body, and his face looked like it was melting, transforming into something ugly and terrifying:

"Mr. Scott, it's your turn! Jump!"

"But this is the second floor... I understand."

The young scholar was frightened by what was suddenly happening before him, but seeing a lady jump, he too shouted and leaped out.

"Professor, it's our turn now!"

Shard grabbed Professor Katja, who kept firing calmly while retreating, forcing the shadows in the corridor to dare not approach the doorway.

As the two reached the window, Shard dropped into a crouch, then pulled the professor and leaped, jumping straight out from the windowsill to the ground. When he lightly landed in a puddle on the street, he didn't even splash much water.

He even had the strength to spare, supporting Professor Katja's back so that the professor too could land steadily.

This resulted in Professor Katja standing in the rain, staring at her legs in disbelief, somewhat suspecting how her agility was so exceptional that day.

"This way! My people are on a street just outside of here, once we run out we'll be safe!"

Lecia shouted loudly in the rain, which was heavier than they expected. Now, whether it was gunfire or bomb explosions, none could be expected to reach beyond one street away.