NOVPUBChapter 1301: 590 Saha_1 Chapter 1301: 590 Saha_1 Sadam Hayes confessed that the leader of these sea pirates was Delan Sparrow, a Burnette man, and there were 13 members in total.
After settling down on Beverley Island, they started planning their vengeance.
The Rintos’ cargo ship was well-guarded and equipped, totally out of reach for Delan Sparrow and his small gang.
Whether the disappearance of the Rintos’ ship had any relation to Delan Sparrow, he couldn’t be sure, but Delan Sparrow was the only one with such a motive.
“By the way, Delan Sparrow is very close to Percival.
His weapons and equipment are likely provided by them, Officer, I told you all I know, can you let me go now?”
Percival?
Madon Linggo furrowed his brows, the investigation was getting more complicated.
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Percival was situated at the southernmost of the distant seas, separated by a vast ocean from Jimenez.
It was a very mysterious country, the whole nation adhering to Divine Sect, with a strict system of hierarchy.
No one who tried to exceed their rank would meet a pleasant end.
Although Madon Linggo had never visited this country, he had heard of its craziness and absurdity.
If the disappearance of the Rintos’ cargo ship really connected to Percival, that would be problematic.
“Percival, this country, is really…” Kelly Martinez uttered, shivering involuntarily.
She had visited Percival long ago while chasing a fugitive.
The country had indeed defied her imagination.
Exclusion was severe and when she had arrived, they were in the middle of a ceremony to worship the heavens. n𝚘𝚟pub.𝚌o𝚖
She had narrowly escaped being sacrificed.
If not for her quick thinking and escape, she would have ended up under a grave mound by now.
“The King of Percival is merely a puppet, the real power is held by the Master, who is also the master of their revered Divine Sect.
The authority is absolute, higher than the King,” Kelly Martinez analyzed.
“This country has always kept to itself.
They wouldn’t be unaware of the potential repercussions if they hijacked Jimenez’s cargo ship.
As far as I know, the current Master of Percival is a very cautious person.
He wouldn’t invite such trouble upon his country, unless…”
The Rintos’ overseas intelligence network sent new information, verifying Kelly Martinez’s conjecture.
The old King was not in good health, but the choice of succession was challenging.
Normally, the Master should support the candidate for succession.
However, in contemporary Percival, a new sect called Sahaism was rising quickly.
Unlike the oppressive Divine Sect, Sahaism proclaimed itself as the Pure Land in this filthy Saha world, tirelessly teaching all sentient beings to manifest fearlessness and compassion.
In the world of Saha, there was no rigid social structure or strict hierarchy, all were born equal.
This ideology gave the oppressed people of Percival hope, and more citizens started to follow Sahaism.
After a few years of development, Sahaism has become a worthy rival to the Divine Sect.
The successor supported by Sahaism was the old king’s illegitimate son, a prince who was not favoured.
As the old King’s health deteriorated, the power struggle intensified.
If the disappearance of the Rintos’ cargo ship was indeed related to the internal strife in Percival, there was only one possibility: someone had stirred up trouble to seize the opportunity amidst chaos.
The Divine Sect had a history of thousands of years and was deeply intertwined with the fate of Percival.
If Percival faced difficulties, the Divine Sect wouldn’t escape either.
After Kelly Martinez finished reading all the intelligence, she exclaimed, “This Saha Guru, the master of Sahaism, is indeed a great strategist.
He challenged the thousand-year-old Divine Sect singlehandedly and succeeded.
Who exactly is this person?”
However, there was no record about this Saha Guru in the intelligence.
Even the followers inside Sahaism had not met him, a mysterious individual living in legends.
The more mysterious, the more curious it made people.
Madon Linggo walked over saying, “I’ll report this to the higher-ups.
From now on, this case is beyond our reach, let’s wait for the instructions.”
As now national affairs were involved, it was beyond the control of the Rintos, mere merchants.
For the sake of those hundred lives, the nation wouldn’t sit idle either.
Aubree Groove nodded, “Alright, thank you, Sergeant Linggo.
Please contact me immediately if there are any updates from Virginia Frost.”
Leaving the Police Department, the eastern sky was showing the first light of dawn.
Aubree Groove tiredly climbed into the car, and Kelly Martinez started it, “I’ll drive you home.
You need some rest.”
“To the hospital.”
On their way, Aubree Groove received a call from Nana Breezent, “Aubree, do you have time today?
Mr.
Hart misses you.”
“Nana, did you come to Pethkids?”
Nana Breezent sounded a bit embarrassed on the phone, “I’ve been here for a few days, Mr.
Hart’s cordial invitation is hard to decline.”
Being thick-skinned is a necessary trait.
“Alright, I’ll come over in the morning.”
Nana Breezent was a kitchen disaster, but she was willing to learn for the one she loved, so she hired the top chef from the Oncoe Building to teach her.
With a master by her side, she was making do.
“Uncle Hart, taste this!
It’s ginseng and jujube soup I made.
I’ve added a variety of valuable medicinal herbs which replenishes vitality and nourishes the liver.
It’s especially suitable for your constitution.”
Mr.
Hart replied, grinning: “Thank you, it tastes great!”
“If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day.”
Mr.
Hart laughed: “I’m old, I can’t take tonics every day.”
“Uncle Hart,” Nana, who was sitting on the couch across from him, deeply furrowed her delicate eyebrows.
“What is it?
Did Digby bully you again?
Let me teach him a lesson.”
Nana bit her lip: “Uncle Hart, I’m almost forty.
A few days ago, I went for a physical examination, and the doctor said…if I don’t get married soon, I won’t be able to have children.”
The doctor told her straightforwardly, as she has gotten older, her ovarian function is declining, she might go through menopause early, and given her unmarried status, if she can’t conceive within a year, she might never become a mother.
The news was like a bolt from the blue for Nana.
She was willing to wait, but her body can’t.
Mr.
Hart, a smart man, instantly understood what she was implying.
He let out a sigh: “You are a good girl, and I know there’s no one else in this world more suitable for Digby than you, but that kid…
is so stubborn.”
Nana burst into tears: “Uncle Hart, I really like Digby.
If I can’t marry him, I’d rather stay unmarried for life.”
Mr.
Hart thought for a moment, then said decisively: “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
Nana sobbed joyously: “Uncle, aren’t you afraid that Digby will blame you for this?”
Mr.
Hart exclaimed, feigning anger: “Who can tolerate his bad temper!
It’s his good fortune to be liked by someone.
If he wavers any longer, he will truly remain a bachelor forever.”
Mr.
Hart saw it clearly, the women flocking around Digby were after his money.
Only Nana truly liked Digby for who he was.
Considering her family background, Digby should consider himself lucky.
He used to believe that he should not push his son too hard, thinking that one day he would understand on his own.
But now, there was no more time.
He must give him a push.
Around ten in the morning, Aubree Groove entered the Hart house.
Seeing her, Mr.
Hart beckoned her over with a grin: “Aubree, come here, daddy has something to discuss with you.”
Aubree handed the fruits she brought to the servant and instructed him to clean them with salt water before sitting down in front of Mr.
Hart on the sofa.
Nana came out with the freshly brewed tea.
“Ah, Aubree.
Your big brother is almost forty.
At his age, he could be a grandfather, but look at him, still living alone.
When I’m gone, leaving him behind alone, I really can’t rest easy.”
Aubree understood, Mr.
Hart was urging to marry Digby off.
Mr.
Hart sighed: “You know how stubborn your brother is, but he still listens to you.
So, Aubree, could you persuade your brother to start a family early?
That way I can rest easy.”
Aubree glanced at Nana who was sitting quietly next to her.
She understood Mr.
Hart’s heartfelt intention and Nana’s devoted love, but also knew that coercion and inducements were futile in matters of affection; they could only backfire.
She was more than happy for Digby and Nana to be together, they were perfect for each other.
But Digby still had an obstacle in his heart, and now!
Nana looked at Aubree expectantly, as if she was her only hope.
Aubree didn’t want Nana’s hope to fade, nor did she want Mr.
Hart to worry.
She nodded: “I’ll try to persuade Digby, but whether he’s willing to listen is not something I can promise.”
