Salute To The General

After leaving Newcove, Nathan and the rest drove toward Bellridge.

The White House had sent a commercial cruise ship to pick up Nathan and the group at the harbor of Bellridge in secret.

On their way to Bellridge, Nathan sat with his eyes closed. His body swayed as the car maneuvered on the treacherous path.

As a man who frequented battlefields, he had developed the habit of taking time for a rest whenever he had the opportunity to do so. This was to maintain his best physical prowess and be ready to engage in battle at any moment. Colin was focused on driving, while Kraven displayed his usual quiet and restrained nature.

Kerry, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to the others in the group. After getting more familiar with Nathan, she seemed to have lost control over her ability to tame her cheerful and lively personality.

Along the way, she kept trying to start a conversation with Nathan and the others. But after umpteen failed tries, she decided to switch her target to Sevan.

She was like a carefree sparrow, chattering to Sevan nonstop throughout the ride.

It was her means of relieving her boredom, but at the same time, she was also trying to get a deeper understanding of Sevan.

If I can discover some clues about Master from Sevan, that'll be great.

Unfortunately, Sevan's sight and speech were severely impacted, possibly because of being imprisoned in a dark cell for too long.

from him despite chatting with him for some

terms after the conversation. Even though he was

he must have gone through inhuman interrogations and punishments while being locked up in the cell, eventually resulting in his intelligence degenerating to

guess it's impossible to dig

fell, Colin asked Nathan, "Mr. Cross, there's a motel right in front. Should we eat something and refuel the car before continuing our journey, or

stay a night at the motek and set out tomorrow. This area is infamously

Seeing their unperturbed

distinguished status, Mr Cross. Besides, we wreaked havoc on the Ghost Ship last night. I

with our journey tomorrow morning," Later, upon arrival at the

owner of the motel was an old cowboy. He was naturally on cloud nine after seeing the sudden hike

shared with Nathan and the rest that there was a bar next to the motel, and they would be able to dine and drink or

group was not interested in seeking fun, but they were delighted to learn that the bar

the group were not fussy or particular about their meals, they decided to head over to

the dimly lit bar, cheerful music

little like cowboys and somewhat like thugs, were sitting at the

there was a man