"Hahaha, don't mind the details, Memokeeper. The situation is urgent, so I'll get straight to the point! Tell me everything you know about that impostor."
Hearing this, Boothill felt a bit embarrassed but did not dwell on it. As he said, the situation was urgent; there was no need to waste time on these harmless little matters.
"Mm, that was my intention as well. However…" Black Swan gently stroked her chin, her tone shifting as her gaze landed behind Boothill.
"Rather than hearing it from my redundant explanation, I think it would be better to let Miss Acheron herself explain."
"What do you mean?"
A look of vigilance appeared on Boothill's face. His mechanically forged arm instinctively pressed down on the revolver at his waist.
The moment Boothill gripped his gun, he felt a faint yet dangerous aura coming from behind him. The combat instinct he had honed over years as a Galaxy Ranger made him instinctively turn around, draw his gun, and strike — American-style iaijutsu!
'Bang—!'
Accompanied by a furious gunshot, a 9mm standard bullet shot out of the barrel, flying toward the source of the dangerous aura.
'Clang!'
The bullet collided with metal, sparking brilliant sparks. A white-and-purple gradient scabbard appeared out of thin air, blocking the incoming bullet. As the sparks scattered, the bullet imbued with the power of the Hunt left not even the slightest trace on it.
"Hello everyone. I am the Emanator of Nihility you spoke of — Acheron."
The newcomer was none other than Acheron. After confronting the Dreammaster, she had encountered Black Swan, who had been secretly watching from the side for a long time.
It had to be said that the Garden of Recollection had some impressive methods. Using her own Path power, Black Swan had not only successfully concealed nearly all her movements in Penacony but had also hidden from the Dreammaster's eyes during their confrontation, staying hidden here to steal information.
"You're Acheron?!"
Boothill's eyes sharpened. Hot damn, this person was Acheron? This power was indeed not something an ordinary person could compare to. Just standing here, she already gave him such immense pressure!
"Hot damn! Garden of Recollection, you sold me out!" Boothill's tone was extremely unfriendly. The firearm in his hand was ready to fire, seemingly about to put a few holes in Black Swan in the next second.
"Don't fight, Pam! This is the Astral Express, not a place for you to brawl! If you want to fight, at least go outside, Pam!"
Seeing that these people were about to start fighting at the slightest disagreement, our conductor Pom-Pom hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. The cost of repairing the Express was very expensive; if they damaged it, it would be troublesome!
"I'm sorry. This was my request. Mr. Boothill, due to certain reasons, I had no choice but to meet you this way."
Seeing the atmosphere grow tense, Miss Acheron proactively took a step forward and spoke to Boothill. After all, in a sense, this matter had started because of her and should not be paid for by others.
"Just a few system hours ago, I was expelled by the Family. Fortunately, this Memokeeper accompanied me the whole way, allowing me to shake off the Family's surveillance."
"You were expelled by the Family? Hot damn, you don't think this big shot is easy to fool, do you? The Family has the ability to expel an Emanator of Nihility?"
Boothill looked completely unconvinced. Indeed, among the various forces in the galaxy, the 'Family' of Harmony was a very powerful faction, but that was all.
Moreover, the one on Penacony was not even the purest 'Family' of Harmony. It could only be considered one of the Family's main bases, or rather, a branch.
Boothill did not believe that the 'Family' on Penacony had the ability to expel an Emanator.
"'Expulsion' is just a general term. If we talk purely about military force, the 'Family' indeed does not have the ability to expel me. However, I did not want to clash with them here, because if I did…"
Acheron raised her head. In her pale purple eyes, a flash of crimson disappeared in an instant.
"This planet would be destroyed."
Acheron spoke the most arrogant words in the most indifferent tone. However, she did indeed have the capital to do so. The long blade within that scabbard was enough to clear all obstacles for her.
"Put away your gun. We are not enemies — at least not now. And if I wanted to make a move, believe me, you would not even have the chance to draw."
"Tch!"
Boothill clicked his tongue in displeasure, then slid his revolver back into the holster at his waist.
Acheron was right. If she really wanted to act, even if everyone present went all out, they would not be her match.
"…Thank you for your trust. If you want to know anything, I will tell you everything once this is over. But before that — I must ask all of you to leave. Please have the Astral Express perform a jump immediately and leave the Asdena star system."
For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Acheron's face.
As one of the most powerful beings beneath the Aeons and a Self-Annihilator of Nihility, it was extremely difficult to make Acheron, who had long since dulled most of her emotions, show such an expression.
Dan Heng: "...…"
Boothill: "...…"
Upon hearing Acheron's words, everyone present fell into a long silence.
Boothill frowned tightly, staring fixedly at Acheron's exquisite face as if trying to discern something from it.
Dan Heng rested his chin on his hand, his head slightly lowered, wearing a thoughtful expression.
As for our conductor Pom-Pom, it looked somewhat dazed, seemingly not fully understanding the current situation.
"What does this passenger mean?" Pom-Pom spread its fluffy little hands and asked.
"Exactly what it sounds like." Acheron added, then looked toward the displeased Boothill.
"Do you understand the current situation in Penacony?"
Boothill frowned slightly but did not reply.
Acheron then turned her gaze to Dan Heng.
"Mr. Dan Heng, I once had contact with your companions. At the time, a gray-haired little girl wanted to ask me for swordsmanship guidance. Unfortunately, her pink-haired companion dragged her away in the end."
Dan Heng covered his face. He already knew who those two companions were. The gray-haired one could only be Stelle on the entire Astral Express, and the pink-haired one was obviously the lively and mischievous March 7th.
"Wait, hold on a second! Can you stop talking about these irrelevant things? Acheron, I just want to know your purpose for impersonating a Galaxy Ranger!"