Redstone: Sanctuaries
Chapter 3: Devon's

The anticipated day finally came, but Blake did not tell anyone about the gold chest they were about to rob. Because Blake is silent, Devon and Lucy are also silent. Both guessed that Blake was just looking for time or putting together a plan.

But when Blake came back in the afternoon and still did not say anything about their golden train, Devon finally could not stand it anymore.

"You're selling the information to someone else?" he directly accused. It was the only reason he thought why they didn't move.

Blake furrowed his brows. "What information?"

"About our golden chariot" sighed Devon from between his teeth to avoid being heard by others. Although not possible, but there could be someone eavesdropping. "Don't tell me you forgot."

Blake looked at Devon for a long time, then nodded slowly. "All right, let's go."

"Now?" Devon frowned, unable to guess Blake's way of thinking. "We're just gonna tell the others now?"

Blake laughs. His voice was faint like a gust of morning wind, almost inaudible. Even so, Blake's black eyes were completely flat. "If we walk fast, we will still have time to meet the train. Come on."

Devon follows Blake in silence, wondering for himself why he would want to bow to a boy two years younger than him. But that's an empty question. Devon knows for himself what the answer is. Blake is good at seeing opportunities exactly, too clever to feel almost cheating.

Stonard is a rough area where the mules and the poor gather in Redstone. The people who live in it are nicknamed Redstone's sons because they never get any help from the government. Not that they need help.

Although still a dozen years old, Blake himself did not look like a child at all. His body was tall, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were like dead carcasses. Devon wasn't from Redstone, but he knew it was Stonard's typical eye.

The two of them walked away in silence for half an hour until Blake said, "You're saying the person who gave you the information is an insider?"

Devon nodded. "One of the footmen over there. His name is Sphere."

"And he's a tall and attractive young man, friendly, but innocent and too much nonsense to be so stupid as to divulge the matter of the golden chariot" Blake said, putting both hands in his coat pocket. They exited the Master Route and took a shortcut through the wheat fields that were along the side of the Golden Road.

"That's because he believed me" Devon said. He's used to Blake's skepticism. "You still suspect? I've been friends with him for a long time, since before he moved here. We met at the horse race two years ago."

The Golden Path is not made of gold, but is now quite flat and no longer too rocky because it is often tidied up. They came out of the yellowed wheat fields and crossed the Golden Way. On the other side was a rugged rock mountain range protected by dense trees. Blake walked confidently back as he pleased and whistled softly.

Devon heard another scream that resembled a bird's spout. "Lucy?" he recognized that voice.

The girl he called out immediately dropped down and landed beautifully. Not a single leaf fell thanks to its flexibility.

"Not arrived?" ask Blake.

"It's still a while. You guys came on time."

"We ambushed all three of them?" Devon doesn't believe it. He subconsciously touched his waist, touched the knives hidden there, confirming the whereabouts of the weapon.

Blake did not answer. "I checked into the marquis manor" he said. His black eyes could not see the end of the road. "No footman named Sphere."

Devon understood which way this conversation was headed. "Maybe it's his nickname, not his real name." The feeling is starting to feel bad. Blake is always right. If Blake says no, he should understand that it means no. But he felt he had to take care of his pride. He who got the information, he had also checked the truth carefully, the train was indeed coming. But is it gold? Suddenly Devon realized he had never heard Sphere introduce his name directly. He met the man two years ago at a horse race. The people there called him Sphere and spoke familiarly to him.

So, your name is Sphere? Devon remembered he had asked first to be sure.

That time Sphere laughed. Yeah, people call me that.

Blake took a breath. "You know that the Run Ranch horse race belongs to Argent, right? Exactly, Jose Argent."

"I know." Devon is unable to look at Blake, so he turns to Lucy for support. But the girl was lying face down under them, attaching her ears to the ground. "I met Sphere there because she was working." Devon no longer knew what he was being stubborn for.

"I've been hanging around Run Ranch all day" Blake said. His dark eyes flashed sharply like razors. "You know what interesting things I got? The owner of the race, Jose Argent, has an interesting nickname in his native place."

Devon gulped. His head was burning with shame. "Sphere?"

"Spare," Blake said so clearly. "Reserve. It was a mockery for him because he was prepared to be his uncle's successor."

"Mrs ..." Devon. All this time I misspelled?

"They're coming" Lucy interrupted from below.

Blake lowered his head, lying on Lucy's side. Devon did the same in a trained alertness. The train in question passed at medium speed, not in a hurry. There were not fifty soldiers standing guard around the carriage. Devon counted the footsteps, estimating that there were twenty people passing by.

What is this feeling? Devon gulped. His entire body was goosebumps violently from head to toe, as if his life was being targeted. He did not even dare to breathe too hard.

Long after the train passed by far away from them, Lucy whispered lowly, "In the carriage there are people, not goods. All men are trained."

Lucy has very sensitive eyes and ears. Neither Devon nor Blake doubted the explanation, especially after feeling the cold just now.

"Golden gold?" Blake laughed from the nose. "That's a trojan chest."

Devon swore in the heart. He almost got them all killed.

"You know your mistake? You let your guard down from being too trusting," Blake said coldly, "He's smarter, he's never trusted you in the first place. He never even told me his real name. How's yours?"

Blake did not wait for an answer. He got up and walked away, patting the dust off his clothes.

Lucy has also risen. The girl reached out to Devon to help him wake up.

"Go," muttered Devon quietly. "Let me catch up."

Lucy nodded slowly and walked away without leaving a sound, making Devon grateful to be given time to be alone.

If all this was indeed a trap and Sphere was Jose Argent, what was the man tricking him for? Even though Jose knew that he was a member of the Abysmal, why bother giving false news of everything? The man is the landlord here. If you want to clean it up, just do it. Is all this just a coincidence?

Devon cursed at himself who was not careful. A golden ducat left him blind and off-guard, mainly because of the info from people he knew. The person I thought I knew, the correction was bitter. Blake was right, trust only gives trouble. He stood up, trying to organize his thoughts.

Devon was cleaning up the dust on his clothes when he heard his name called. At first he thought it was Lucy, but her voice sounded different, it sounded strange. Anyway Lucy's a little way ahead of him, talking to Blake.

Devon walked over to them vigilantly. The feeling just wasn't good.

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¬Troya: during the Trojan War, Achaean troops broke through Troy and slaughtered the entire city after previously hiding in a giant Trojan horse statue.