Chapter 128: I Do Not Care

With the new knowledge of the Veilhub Makun had acquired from Danielle, everything now made sense.

He had always wondered why he saw the same silver guard whenever he entered a Night Market in Naija City.

Now he understood. Similar to how he had been at the door when the Madame and the young second-grade initiate warrior entered the tower, the warrior was surely positioned at such a gate and was responsible for Naija City’s Night Market gate.

So it was normal he always saw him.

As for the time, he was not sure but he knew it had to be a mechanism, similar to the Night Markets in Naija City, the frequency shift in the tower mostly happened at night.

At least that is what he had gotten from Barry who had said these people mostly visited the chalet at night and left at daytime.

This had answered a lot of the questions he had asked himself before, even more than what he could think of, but his main concern was how this information was going to be useful for his ascension and his deep dive into mysticism.

That he was going to figure out later.

As for this case, Old Town Spring disappearances, the mystery was mostly gone.

The question to why there had been no sign of the disappearance had been answered, it was because there had been no kidnapping in the first place, not in the conventional way of seizing and carrying away a person by unlawful force or fraud.

Instead, it was relatives drugging their children and bringing them to this chalet. As for the adults, and teens, Makun had no Idea. It was either they were dead or had been taken through one of those gates to where it led.

With all the facts laid in front of him, seeing the whole picture was easy, understanding the machinations was a given, but he had to respect the ingenuity of those behind this play.

They had carried out heavy operations, not just in Old Town Spring given the number of attendees he saw out there and they had done it here in Old Town Spring for quite some time without attracting the attention of the MIO.

Their system was well established, having little to no loopholes at all.

Firstly, mystics approached the disconnected and offered them a deal Makun still had no idea about, all he knew was that they had to offer their relatives in a sacrifice.

Then the disconnected took care of the kidnapping, more precisely, they took care of catching their relatives off-guard, and drugging them before carrying them away to the chalet.

Everything was digital nowadays, of course the police would notice someone missing, so for that to not be the case, they had to alert the police themselves, that way they could have more control on the situation and they could play the role of the grieving family.

I have to give them props for their acting skills. Makun remembered how sad Mr Jones and his wife were.

You could not think they could do such things, at least even an adept mystic like Danielle had been fooled, well if a scholar like Orel were here he probably would have solved this, Makun doubted if he had not solved it already.

Maybe. He concluded, that was if he had seen the case in the first place.

He dived back into his thoughts ignoring the three people staring at him.

After the police had been alerted, and had seen Hollywood level acting from the families, they probably would have been touched, who would not be touched by a grieving family, no one. Except monsters for sure, and members of that cult.

But even after being touched and after scraping through Old town spring to soothe the grieving families, they would find nothing because the clues were minimal and non-existent.

There was no sign of trouble from the victims, they had not struggled at all, no hair, blood, all in all no forensic evidence.

So the law enforcement had no chance from the start, they would just abandon the mission, or pass it to the HPD.

But the results were going to be the same, the HPD would find nothing and proceed to fully dismiss the cases, they were going to keep an eye on Old Town Spring but that would have yielded no result.

Because of a minor twist, the chalet hidden deep in the woods of Sam Houston Forest.

Something that transported the victims to a whole other place, no normal police department could find it.

And the higher-ups of those departments who were aware of mysticism could not contact the MIO, because there was no sign of any supernatural involvement.

So even if MIO somehow intervened, their search should yield no result given the fact that except for the tiny spiritual residue deep in the woods, far from the town there was no other mystic sign in Old Town Spring.

They would not detect anything as for seers.

They must have their ways.

Makun deduced from Ray’s failed divination.

So even the MIO would have been lost.

This really was perfect, everything had been set up in such a way that guaranteed results.

And if not for a set of unlucky circumstances, their operation would have been extremely successful.

However, the universe always had its own agenda.

First thing was MIO’s rapid involvement, the Houston Police Department higher-ups had not even alerted the MIO, no it was their spy, the one Yime said had a flair for things that do not add up.

He was sure there was something wrong.

And that led to Makun’s involvement.

It had not been much in terms of clues he had, they had searched throughout the town and had detected no spiritual residue, except for the tiny disturbance at Jailhouse Saloon bar.

By then, they would have thought nothing of the situation.

If not for the visit at House 22 at the Suburban Streets West of Old Town, if not for Makun relating Yohan to his childhood traumas from foster care, if not for him knowing that some people did not deserve to have kids, because all they knew was harming them, then the chalet would have never been discovered.

At that point, everything would go as planned, the ritual would have been completed and the sacrifice would have been performed.

But there was nothing now, he had intervened, and had taken care of it, at least as much as he could. They would carry on in places other than Old Town Spring.

That made him question the why they were doing this, the disconnected had no Ashe, no route core, no comprehension, so what could they gain from that.

Also, who was behind this elaborate plan, and what did they mean by they had been waiting for him as a sacrifice.

It did not matter, at least not now, the good news was that he had concluded his first mission, excellently at that.

The disappearances of Old Town Spring were mystic related.

He finally opened his eyes after going through every one of his thoughts. “How do we proceed?”

He had no idea how long time had passed ever since he lost consciousness, and he did not know what should happen after completing the mission.

He had to know.

Danielle blinked, her vacant stare breaking as she returned to the present. She uncrossed her arms and looked at him.

“We report. In fact, we have already notified the MIO when you were asleep.” She paused. “On the second floor of this chalet, in the rooms above, we found three heavily drugged adults and two teens, each passed out. Luckily, none of them seemed to have any heavy damage.”

Makun sighed, that was one of the questions answered, they had not died or been brought along with the grey priest, they were here, in the normal chalet. They had not been through the gate, it was therefore normal for him, who had crossed the gate at night not to see them.

“And what about them?” He asked pointing to the six cloaked figures.

“We have looked at who they are,” Danielle said. “They are the Joneses, the Browns, and the Parkers. All of them related to the kids.”

Ray snorted from somewhere behind him. “Well, at least we know the rookie did not make the whole thing up. I was starting to think he hit his head and hallucinated a cult.”

Makun shook his head, this guy was never serious to begin with.

“You have done well Makun” Danielle started her voice getting stern “But let me be clear, what you did was reckless, stupid, and could have gotten you killed. You do not go in alone, Ever. You do not make calls above your rank. You alert us, you wait and you follow my orders, Next time you do something like this, you are going to be penalized, do you understand?”

There it was, that tone, the same tone foster parents used before they sent him back. The same tone teachers used before they gave up on him.

Authority pretending to care.

It was not like he did not understand, no, he understood.

He understood that what he had done was idiotic.

Going in alone in what he had deduced to be dangerous was dumb, however he had followed his instincts, exactly what he had to do.

Yes, she had the right to critique him, she was the chief after all.

But this was pissing him the fuck off, if she had looked into his doubts earlier, If she had listened to him, it would have been way easier than it had been.

He would have succeeded in a safer manner, he would not have been scared of a bomb he had no Idea about.

But no, she did not give a damn, she had to follow her massive ego, the tiny bit of power it granted her as team leader.

And that pissed him off.

His blood started boiling, who did she think she was, scolding him when she was the one that had been fooled.

When if not for him, the mission would have been a failure.

How could he report to someone who had ignored his doubts, when it was those very same doubts that gave him results.

“I do not fucking care about your orders” He retorted.

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