Why it never ends

Chapter 418 Weight
"You seem to know their sisters well?"

"I don't really understand, I have never chatted with these sisters before," René smiled, "You are still not familiar with us... Sister Agnes is actually quite famous among us. Back then, Ge Palin personally brought the two of them out of the Nia province—you must understand the weight of this kind of kindness."

"What do you mean they are famous?" Hesta asked while chewing, "What did they do in the past that made them famous?"

"It's not the kind of 'famous'," René quickly corrected in a low voice, "I mean, anyone who can usually get inside information and talk directly to Mr. Robeau Griller must know this. To sisters—"

Hesta raised his left eyebrow lightly: "So, you are the one who can talk directly to Robo-Griller."

Rene lowered his jaw reservedly, and showed a rare shy smile, which meant "it should be so".

"You keep talking."

"When I say they are famous, I mean that Mr. Robeau Grillet organized a grand dinner in the first district the year before last, and all the members present were those members whom he had given high hopes—"

"Are you there?"

"Uh...I'm not here, but I know some things, you know, I have some friends..." René explained how reliable his source was, but Hesta directly thought that he was not very high Reliability continued to be cut in half.

"Agnes has gone, and she is the youngest among the invitees that night, so everyone will naturally pay attention to her intentionally or unconsciously."

"Only Agnes?" Hesta asked casually, "Mayer was only young at that time, can Agnes leave her here alone, and go to the first district to attend a banquet by herself?"

"Maybe she brought her sister with her, but Meyer didn't show up at the banquet...I'm a little unsure about this, but Agnes must have been alone on the night of the banquet, without any companions."

"Robert Grillet was there that night?"

"Attend all the time, that night, Mr. Robeau Grillet stayed until late in the night—you know, his physical strength has stepped into the past these years, and there are few activities that can make him stay so late."

Hesta was thoughtful, "I saw that when Agnes pointed out Robo-Grille's mistake a few days ago, Robo-Grille seemed to have no impression of her at all."

"Mr. Roborglier is busy with work. Of course, it is impossible to remember everything. He leaves many things to Gobelin. It is normal not to remember—this is why Gobelin is becoming more and more arrogant. It's a later story..."

"What is he hosting this dinner for?" Hesta asked softly, "To call all the followers scattered all over the world to him, it's impossible just to have a meal."

"This...it's inconvenient to talk about."

Hesta looked at René without saying a word, and René was sweating coldly.

"I can't." Rene's voice lacked confidence.

"I didn't ask you to repeat it to me." Hesta picked up the napkin at the side and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Can't you reveal the general theme?"

"...This is a principle, I...you definitely don't want me to be an unprincipled person." Looking at Hesta with an increasingly indifferent expression, René hurriedly explained, "Well, I can only mention one Key words……"

Rene's throat moved slightly, "...District No.15."

Hesta's eyes froze slightly, and she tried to pry René's mouth open, but René was obviously determined and refused to say anything, so the topic of the two turned to other topics.

During the dinner, Hesta watched Goebbels in the distance from the corner of his eye from time to time. This man looked towards the entrance of the restaurant intentionally or unintentionally several times, apparently waiting for someone.

Hesta glanced at the time—it was already nine twenty-six.

Most of the people in the restaurant have finished eating, but everyone keeps empty plates and sits in their own seats. The time is getting later and later, people's anxiety is getting heavier, and the hazy conversation before has gradually disappeared at this moment—— —People are not even in the mood to weave small talk.

Suddenly, Gobelin stood up, and everyone looked at him in unison. They saw him carrying the dinner plate to the recycling place, pouring the leftovers into the trash can, and putting the empty plate into the iron dining car. Then, go straight to the exit——

"Mr. Gobelin!"

Several thorn monks got up and rushed in front of Gobelin. They blocked Gobelin's way, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to the room and rest." Gobelin replied.

"Didn't you agree to publish the "Guide" this morning?"

"Not all of them showed up."

"You can announce all the people who didn't show up. Let's count who didn't show up, and then distribute the "Guide" to them, wouldn't it be good?"

The corners of Gobelin's mouth sank slightly, without explaining, "Get out of the way, today is not suitable."

"Don't even think about it!" The two thorn monks directly closed the door of the restaurant, "Since boarding the boat, three of our people have died—Gobelin! It's not your people who died, you don't care!"

"Calm down." Gobelin showed no fear on his face, "No one here can stay out of it. Instead, I want to remind you that I was the one who actually faced the chelate on the boat. As I said, the only problem is It’s just that not everyone was there.”

"Don't talk nonsense!" The young thorn monk obviously couldn't listen, and the next moment, one of them drew his gun directly, "If you don't call out the "Guide" today, no one will leave, we will die together!"

The passengers in the entire restaurant suddenly seemed to be terrified. Bernhard waved his hand lightly, and several soldiers who had been lurking in the corner of the restaurant quietly approached the entrance.

"Don't get excited," Bernhard stood up and walked towards the thorny monk at the door. "I will send someone to call for those who are not present."

"Yes, let this man call! Nobody go--"

In an instant, the gray-haired Bernhard made a lightning move and snatched the pistol held by the person in front of him. Several other soldiers also shot at the same time, strangling the remaining two thorn monks blocking the door to the ground.

"Don't move." Bernhard looked at the other monks at the banquet, "I won't hurt any of them."

After disarming these people, the soldiers pushed them back to their seats unharmed.

"We can't keep procrastinating like this," Bernhard said, "I still have to report who didn't come, so that we can find these people this afternoon and meet in this restaurant again. It won't take too long. It's only one o'clock in the afternoon, how about—"

"Mr. Gobelin."

Hesta's voice suddenly came from the side of the restaurant. This slightly weak voice turned people's attention back to Goebbels—he had reopened the door of the restaurant and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)