Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 625 Mysterious Letter
There were quite a few priests who needed to be controlled, but there were even more banshees. This group of banshees, who loved watching the drama unfold, had basically all gathered around, except for a few like Ash who had important jobs.

Perhaps the priests had been too impressed by the prayers they had just received, because the moment the banshees made their move, the priests quickly fell silent.

There was no resistance.

The priests' cooperation was so great that the riot was quelled almost before it even began, much to the surprise of the banshees.

Nini scratched her head, looking hesitantly at the silent priests standing to one side, and asked, "Are you feeling better? Shall we continue the tour or rest for a bit?"

The banshees were not entirely unaware of the danger. These priests of the Silent Sanctuary had just recovered from being knocked unconscious. A little scare was fine, but further provocation might have caused serious trouble.

Ignati looked up at the sky in the courtyard.

He looked worse, but his eyes were bright, and he seemed more energetic.

"It's getting late, let's continue our tour tomorrow. Castells is so big, we can't see it all in one or two days, and we also need to organize our findings."

"Then I'll take you to your lodgings."

"Excuse me."

Now that these priests had awakened, they naturally wouldn't stay in the hospital anymore. Usually, guests who come to Castel are arranged to stay in the main church, but considering the status of this group, Hughes arranged for them to stay on the outskirts of the island.

The priests were somewhat disheveled; many of them had just been pinned to the ground by the banshee. Nora, who had initially intended to watch the spectacle, felt a pang of sympathy for them upon seeing their state.

"Alas, if you had put away your arrogance earlier, how could you have been so amazed by these creations?"

“Castel is so great, it’s natural for us to lose our composure,” Helena nodded in response, her face serene.

Nora: "???"

No, isn't your attitude changing a bit too quickly?

What just happened? Why did you suddenly change your attitude like this?
Nora looked down at the stellar reactor with a somewhat confused expression. It seemed to be working fine, just like before.

"Gwen, this must be your first time here too. What do you think of this stove?"

Nora winked at Nini next to her.

"A little hungry."

"Dizziness is normal. Wait, what's wrong?"

"I'm hungry. We came here this morning, right? It's already afternoon now. Shouldn't we eat something?"

"You should eat, shouldn't you? Don't you have any reaction when you see this stove?"

"Reaction?" Gwen held Nora in one arm and scratched her head with the other. "Yeah, it's huge, magnificent, and there's a big guy inside that's very heat-resistant."

"And then? Nothing?"

"Uh, should I react in any other way?" Gwen asked, somewhat confused. "The things in the furnace can't get out, and I can't get in, so what does it have to do with me?"

"."

Nora fell silent.

She suddenly realized that what Gwen said didn't seem to make any mistakes.

Whether it's a god or some other being trapped inside the furnace, it's already sealed inside. What threat could it pose to those outside?

But the fact that people go crazy when they see this stellar furnace is just them scaring themselves.

Nora suddenly realized that both she and the priests of the Silent Sanctuary were too concerned about the sea god in the Stellar Furnace.

Only Gwen's idea is closest to Hughes's—if Poseidon can burn, then send him into the star furnace; the rest are not worth worrying about.

He is the sea god on the outside, but on the inside, it is merely fuel. Realizing this, Nora discovered a crucial truth: Hughes had never cared about the sea god himself; in his eyes, the sea god, pollution, and coal were all the same.

These were all the fuel that propelled Castells forward.

On the contrary, she was too attached to appearances.

Nora looked up at Gwen, who tilted her head in confusion. "Lady Nora, what are we going to eat?"

For some reason, Nora felt her anger rising when she saw Gwen's innocent look; she now instinctively got angry whenever she saw Gwen.

"Eating polluted food."

The priests of the Silent Sanctuary were taken to their assigned accommodations, and Hughes reluctantly closed the mental link.

He watched almost the entire process of the priests' journey after they woke up, partly because they were the first church personnel to arrive in Castel, and partly because he wanted to see what was going on.

It has to be said that the banshees really know how to have fun. Just now, when they gathered from all over the island to the church and pretended to pray, Hughes got all fired up too.

Although I don't know what's burning.

As for the priests in those silent chapels, they felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing their legitimate church suffer a setback in Castel's church.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.

There was a knock on the office door. Hughes stretched and said, "Come in."

Hughes was taken aback when he saw who it was. It was Zoe who walked into the office?

These past few days, Hughes has moved from Bloodharbor to Castells, and Bloodharbor's administration has basically been handled by Zoe and Josh.

Josh, being in charge of the Secret Order, usually finds it difficult to come to Castel, so Zoe's personal visit must indicate that she has something important to discuss.

—If it were an extremely urgent military situation, they would probably have sent a banshee to deliver the message.

"What's matter?"

"We received a letter at Blood Harbor, it's for you."

Zoe stepped forward and handed over the beautifully bound letter, which was sealed with wax.

Hughes glanced at Zoe, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Two years ago, Zoe was just a little maid who followed him around, but now she can stand on her own.

At first, she only assisted in managing the school, but gradually she took over a small part of the affairs of Blood Harbor.

After all these years of experience, Zoe is much more mature and composed than before. She has shown remarkable talent in handling political affairs, being cautious and meticulous, and is no longer the impulsive little maid she once was.

Working overtime really does make you grow.

Hughes sighed, casually took the envelope, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Who else would send me a letter? It could be a prince, or perhaps the Duke of Cohen? His elderly father?
Hughes took the letter. The envelope was very well preserved, indicating that it had been carefully brought over in a box or something similar. His first glance fell on the sealing wax stamp.

The tradition of sealing letters with sealing wax has a long history, and the sealing wax is usually imprinted with the sender's coat of arms.

When Hughes saw the emblem, he was stunned for a moment.

That emblem looks familiar.

He struggled to search his memory, stared at the emblem for a while, and then slowly raised his head.

"How can this be the royal coat of arms?"

(End of this chapter)