Behind an inn near the city gate, Lucian discovered a horse with no one watching it.
He used his Stand to open the stable door and then carefully led the horse out.
Under current law, stealing livestock is punishable by hanging.
So, Lucian didn’t want to get caught; otherwise, it might turn into an Assassin’s Creed-style infiltration mission.
However, everything went smoothly, and no one realized a horse had been stolen by a Stand.
Lucian rode the horse toward the Great Lakes, relying on a not-very-clear map, just taking it one step at a time.
Staying in place would inevitably mean waiting for the next assassin.
Especially the Civil War, which Lucian didn’t want to encounter at all.
When watching the manga, he never quite understood this Stand; this kind of unkillable enemy is not easy to deal with.
As for the Saint’s Corpse in front of Kansas, he figured that even if he turned back, he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on it.
Since that was the case, he would just wait near the Great Lakes for others carrying the corpse to arrive.
Their speed should be much faster than his.
After all, they were participating in a race about speed.
After making his decision, Lucian began to ride the horse along the road on the map.
Just as Lucian was moving forward, the pigeons released by Blackmore had already returned to The President’s side.
The two pigeons arrived in The President’s hands almost at the same time.
The first pigeon brought a note stating the enemy’s ability.
The second pigeon carried nothing, but there was a bloodstain on its feathers.
By this time, the third stage had already begun, and it seemed the left hand of the corpse had already been obtained by someone.
The President pondered for a moment, thinking that the two pigeons sent out by Blackmore must have had their own intentions.
It was very likely that what he wrote on the first note was incorrect, so he had released another pigeon.
Thinking this way, Blackmore must have already been defeated.
The President was already mentally prepared for this; after all, he hadn’t been able to contact Blackmore for the past few days.
The President felt somewhat short-handed.
Excluding those already sent out, he had almost no Stand Users left in his hands.
And dealing with Stand Users, sending out ordinary assassins would have almost no effect.
That unexpected enemy who could defeat Blackmore must be very powerful, so he couldn’t send out subordinates who were too weak.
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The traces of Johnny and Gyro had disappeared, and the Saint’s Spine hadn’t been obtained either, which made him feel that his plan was spiraling out of control.
“Summon all the Stand Users under my command back.
Everyone needs to set out and get to work now.
Gather everyone in Kansas.
We need to adjust the plan there.”
The silver-haired man beside him nodded quickly: “Mr.
President, don’t worry.
I will have them come as fast as they can.”
The President nodded and asked again: “Why hasn’t Ringo’s carrier pigeon returned yet?
With Ringo’s ability, it’s impossible for there to be a problem.
It’s a pity the hot air balloon didn’t see everyone’s tracks.”
“There are too many people in this event, a full 2,000 people, which is a big difference from the 500 we expected.
So it’s difficult for the hot air balloon to monitor everyone.” The attendant beside him couldn’t answer The President’s question; Ringo was not an easy person to approach among them.
“Perhaps someone betrayed us, leading to this.
I think the planner of this event must have betrayed us.
Send someone to execute him secretly.”
The President decided a person’s life casually, even if that person was a high-society bigwig in the eyes of others.
“Steven Steel possesses rare talent; this event cannot do without him.
Once he goes missing, the entire event will surely fall into chaos.
By then, there will be no way for the event to continue.” The silver-haired man pointed out the difficulty they were currently facing.
“Then keep him for now, and execute him after everything is over.”
“Perhaps we need to send someone else to drag that Oriental man down?”
“I will consider that.
I must get the Saint’s Spine.
This is the most important part.”
Indeed, before everything was ready, someone had to drag that mysterious Oriental man down to prevent him from taking the Saint’s Corpse and fleeing to another place.
He was even considering whether he should do it himself to retrieve the corpse parts.
He had just gained a subordinate a few days ago, and it wouldn’t be a pity even if this subordinate was lost.
So let him do this.
Those people were not within the country he swore to protect.
Moreover, their existence was an obstacle to the Manifest Destiny.
So let him serve as a sacrifice.
While The President and his men were discussing how the plan should proceed, everything they planned was seen by someone outside the window.
Lucian had been heading toward the Great Lakes for several days.
Unfortunately, he had no experience traveling on horseback alone, so his progress along the way was not fast.
Lucian had tried his best to bring the things he needed, but he still felt he hadn’t brought enough on the road.
Especially this stolen horse, which he wasn’t familiar with at all.
The journey was extremely difficult.
After walking for many days, Lucian finally arrived near the shores of Lake Michigan.
Next, he just needed to find the Sugar Mountain, and he could exchange the Saint’s Ears and the Right Hand.
Or perhaps he should wait here for Johnny and Gyro to come and use the Saint’s Corpse to trade for his help.
After all, the condition here was to spend all of one’s items.
For this, he could trade the Saint’s Spine to them.
On the way here, Lucian carefully thought about the various details in the manga.
It seemed that a complete Saint’s Corpse could only be gestated by Lucy Steel.
She herself was the Saint’s Head.
If the various parts of the corpse were not handed over to her, it was likely that a complete Saint’s Corpse would not appear; perhaps the person chosen by the Saint was Lucy Steel.
If that was indeed the case, then he should find a way to hand over the corpse in a reasonable manner.
Lucian decided to eat first, so he sat under a big tree and ate the simple food he had brought with him, some biscuits and beef jerky.
He also started a fire to boil some extremely bitter cowboy coffee to refresh himself.
At the same time, he wondered which stage the race was at now.
Where the main character group was.
Although Lucian was very familiar with the manga plot, he didn’t remember the timing of it very well.
He didn’t know how long each stage of the race had taken.