coobybook Chapter 302 [Empire] Awakening
Chapter 302 [Empire] Awakening
"I don't know much, but seeing how anxious you are, you must be worried about something." He raised an eyebrow, still as if teasing, "But if you don't want to talk about it, forget it, I was just joking."
"You just love to pry into other people's privacy." I scoffed, feeling somewhat helpless. He was indeed a restless person, always enjoying poking at others' sore spots.
Nightingale didn't seem to want to continue the conversation. Instead, she picked up her wine glass and swirled it gently, her eyes thoughtful. "Do you know that the wine in this tavern is actually special? Not everyone can afford it."
I didn't respond, only looking down at the wine glass in my hand, still not paying attention to him. Nightingale seemed to understand my attitude and chuckled softly, seemingly giving up the idea of making the atmosphere more awkward.
Just then, I heard a commotion outside the tavern, followed by the jingling of wind chimes at the door. Turning around, I saw several people entering the tavern. One of them spotted Nightingale immediately, smiled meaningfully, and greeted her.
"You're just in time. We were waiting for you." The man said with a smile.
Nightingale stood up and waved his hand, seeming not to care: "Take your time, I'm drinking." His tone was still as casual, as if nothing was in a hurry, as if time here would never rush.
I watched him stand up, feeling a bit empty inside. The air in the bar suddenly became even more turbid. I sighed and decided not to think about it anymore.
I opened my eyes, and the scene around me made me feel like I was in a dream.
A dim light flickered from the ceiling, filling the room with an air of age and desolation. The walls were mottled, and in the corners lay piled some worn-out equipment and tools, seemingly long-abandoned junk. The air was thick with the stench of mold and rust. I frowned, my head still a little dizzy.
The bed was the only thing that looked normal. Its simple sheets, scattered across it, looked like they'd been through a lot. My body felt weak, and the pain in my head made me a little blurry.
I rubbed my temples, trying to clear my head. My mind was a mess, and my memories were like fragments, unable to piece together a complete picture.
"What is this place..." I whispered to myself, my voice hoarse, as if it had not been used for a long time.
I tried to sit up in bed, but the scene around me made me feel uneasy. This place was not any place I was familiar with.
From time to time, there were slight noises coming from the walls of the room, like the sound of old electrical appliances running, or the clatter of some broken machinery.
I stood up. The windows on the wall were covered by thick iron bars and roller shutters. Looking outside through the gaps, there was only some vague light, as if this place was isolated from the outside world.
There were no human voices, only occasional unidentified noises and the sounds of machinery from unknown sources.
I slowly approached a nearby table, piled with papers and scattered items. Most prominently, a device resembling an antique communicator flickered on its screen. Nearby, a jumble of tools and devices lay scattered, like discarded junk. It was as if these items hadn't been touched in ages. My fingers touched them, and they felt cold and stiff.
At this moment, some fragments suddenly flashed through my mind, and my consciousness seemed to be suddenly pulled back to reality. The figure of Nightingale suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Then, a tingling sensation flashed through my mind like lightning, and my memory seemed to become even more blurred.