I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List?-Chapter 256: Different Thoughts

The wild cheers from the audience at the scene only gradually quieted down after the next performing singer took the stage.

It was at this moment that Loren understood why so many cult organizations wanted to participate in the Silver Radiance Festival.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators shouting the name of your organization together... this kind of spectacle was something few cult leaders could resist, indeed.

Not to mention the countless Federation citizens watching the Silver Radiance Festival through live broadcasts.

For cult organizations that always struggled with recruitment, this place was simply a dreamlike paradise!

In that kind of fanatical atmosphere just now, even Loren felt like rushing onto the stage and shouting something...

For no particular reason!

Loren just simply thought... doing that would definitely be fun!

"Raven, what do you think about me rushing on stage later and shouting a few lines of the Nature Sect's teachings?"

Loren asked Raven in his mind.

"Idiot Master, you need to calm down!! We're impostors! Impostors!!!"

Raven roared incessantly in his mind!

"And!! No one has come to bail us out from the Security Bureau!! The identity you're disguised as still has a 15 billion bounty on it!!"

In response to Raven's attempts to stop him, Loren let out a somewhat regretful sigh.

"What a pity, such an interesting thing, and I can't participate..."

Gradually calming down, he glanced at the now empty seat to his right, then turned to look at the cult organization members nearby...

It had to be said, Loren was already looking forward to the next cult member taking the stage.

On stage, the singers' performances began again...

The brief special program had ended. After a short period of chaos, the Silver Radiance Festival returned to its proper course.

Loren also sat in his seat with a look of intoxication, wholeheartedly enjoying the music.

It was only just noon at this time.

There were still 10 hours until his assassination moment.

"Young man, you don't seem anxious at all." A subtle mental thought echoed in Loren's ear.

Loren looked back at the white-bearded old man from the Arcane Research Society, who was smiling as he watched him.

"What? Old sir, are you in a hurry?" A mental thought was sent by Loren to the other party.

Surprisingly, after receiving Loren's mental thought, the other party did not reply immediately. Instead, he smiled, rose from his seat, and slowly walked toward Loren...

He came to the empty seat to Loren's right and sat down with a clear conscience.

His seat had changed from the fourth row in the inner field to the first row in the inner field, right in front of everyone.

The seat that had belonged to the middle-aged uncle just arrested by the Security Bureau now belonged to this white-bearded old man...

The other party's actions were quite practiced, with not a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Looking at the white-bearded old man who had invited himself over, Loren asked:

"Is this allowed?"

Don't the Security Bureau people and the Organizers care?? Can you just switch seats freely?? Loren complained inwardly.

If possible, Loren didn't want to maintain such close proximity to this old man who clearly looked very dangerous.

He was a proper Interstellar Hunter, not a member of a cult organization. Strictly speaking, he and the other party were two different kinds of people walking different paths...

Although the two had maintained considerable tacit understanding when facing the Star Traveler Society and the Empire in the morning, it didn't mean their relationship could take a step closer.

This was just a tacit understanding where each got what they needed; it would disperse after leaving here...

Cult organizations usually carried a lot of trouble...

The white-bearded old man who had just sat down sensed Loren's aloofness. However, he seemed not to mind. Instead, he winked at Loren quite humorously and said:

"If that little one who was just arrested by the Security Bureau could still come back, then it probably wouldn't be allowed."

Loren sighed silently in his heart.

He was just here for a simple assassination... why did things feel like they were getting quite complicated...

"Are you in a hurry?" Loren asked in a low voice.

Loren chose the most direct method, wanting to ask about the other party's purpose in coming.

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man's expression turned serious. He quietly released his mental power, forming an invisible mental barrier around the two of them that could effectively block others' prying eyes. Only then did he speak:

"A little. According to the tradition of the Silver Radiance Festival, generally the cult organizations appearing third to seventh are more easily remembered."

Loren glanced at the nearby mental barrier, his eyes faintly brightening.

He first gave an order to Raven in his mind: "Raven, learn this trick for me."

Then, Loren pretended nothing had happened and asked the white-bearded old man beside him:

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"What do you think about the scale of the things that fellow Fwens and that powerhouse from the Empire's Military are stirring up?" the white-bearded old man asked in return.

Regarding this question, Loren nodded. "Feels pretty big."

Seeing Loren nod, the white-bearded old man's face revealed a smile again.

"Young man, do you think our two matters will be affected by them?"

Hearing this, Loren raised his hand and stroked his chin, unconsciously caressing it...

After a while.

Loren nodded again and said in a low voice:

"Probably would be..."

Hearing Loren's answer, the smile on the white-bearded old man's face grew thicker.

"Unless something unexpected happens, those two fellows want to drag us down with them..."

"In a while, the two of us will go on stage together to preach our ideologies. After we each finish preaching, we'll withdraw together..."

"What do you think? Young man."

After listening to the white-bearded old man's words, Loren glanced at him. This old man... not very honest...

"A great proposal. Unfortunately, I'm not here to preach organizational ideology."

The white-bearded old man was stunned upon hearing Loren's words.

"Then what are you here for?"

"To kill someone." Loren said with a smile.

"That works too. I'll help you kill someone, you help me promote my organization's ideology, and then we withdraw together." the white-bearded old man proposed again.

The corner of Loren's mouth lifted slightly as he asked quietly:

"Aren't you going to ask who I'm killing first?"

The white-bearded old man's brow furrowed, a rare occurrence. Why did it feel like this young man also carried a big trouble with him...

"Let me ask first... young man, who do you want to kill?"

Then, Loren looked at him with a gaze one would give an idiot, didn't speak, and continued staring at the stage.

"Fine, if you don't want to say, forget it. In that case, I can only wish each of us good luck..."

The white-bearded old man let out a soft sigh, looking preoccupied, and silently sat beside Loren without saying another word.

"Why does this session of the Silver Radiance Festival feel a bit off... there are too many dangerous characters..." the white-bearded old man thought somewhat distractedly as he stared at the performance on stage.