novelhk Chapter 233 Shy Hugh
Chapter 233 Shy Hugh
Chapter 233 Shy Hugh
Not knowing what "digestion" meant, and seeing the identical blank looks in the eyes of the two people opposite him, Lorne instantly realized a problem he had overlooked.
So they didn't know about "role-playing" yet.
This was indeed his oversight. Lorne had always subconsciously assumed that "acting" was common knowledge within the Extraordinary circle. This was related to his own experience; he had mastered the theory of "acting" through his own understanding of potions and by cross-referencing it with the knowledge in Roselle's diary.
And those extraordinary individuals he encountered at sea, whether it was Roy King or others, were basically aware of this. Even someone as oblivious as Danitz had grasped this theory early on under Edwina's tutelage, not to mention the erudite Admiral Cattleya.
Accustomed to being a pursuer of knowledge, this was the first time he had ever stood in a position of understanding more than others in the field of occultism.
This is the first time I've met someone even more illiterate than myself.
"Hiss... This feeling is quite novel." "Never mind that for now," Lorne suppressed the urge to explain, his gaze sharpening. "Answer me first, how long have these symptoms of your loss of control been going on?"
"It's been... a while now." Fors hesitated for a moment, then gave a general account of how she had been hearing the Full Moon Language frequently since she started using the bracelet with teleportation capabilities. Of course, she concealed the true origin of the bracelet and the potion recipe.
"I see, it's a side effect of the magical item." Lorne nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
He knew that many magical items came with strong negative effects, but this was the first time he had ever heard of something that could cause the full moon to eat words.
Perhaps I can write to the captain later to ask about the situation.
"Um—" What exactly does "digestion" mean? Fors keenly sensed that this was likely extremely important information and quickly pressed for an answer.
Lorne wore a mysterious expression and deliberately dragged out his words: "That's—very important information."
"How important is it?" Fors's curiosity was completely piqued.
"Hmph," Lorne pursed his lips and said in an almost seductive tone, "It's knowledge that everyone embarking on the extraordinary path desperately needs—it might answer many of the questions you're currently facing, and even prevent some terrible consequences."
Every extraordinary person needs this. Fors and Hugh kept repeating this sentence in their minds.
"Can you tell us? We can offer a corresponding reward." Following the custom among extraordinary individuals, Hugh earnestly proposed a deal.
Lorne shook his head, his tone slightly mocking, but the content left no room for doubt: "In terms of value, this information is priceless—"
"Priceless." Hugh and Fors were both taken aback.
Although Lorne's tone sounded somewhat frivolous, they could tell that he wasn't trying to raise the price.
"However—" Just as the two were disappointed, Lorne suddenly changed the subject.
For some reason, he suddenly felt like playing a trick on her, and pointed a finger in the direction of Hugh from afar: "Kind lady, you still haven't told me your name~"
"A name?" Fors was the first to react, her eyes lighting up as she excitedly asked, "Does that mean if we tell you her name, you'll tell us that 'priceless' information?"
"Hmm." Lorne nodded with a smile.
"Hugh." Fors excitedly covered her mouth, looking at her friend with eager eyes, "Tell me quickly! It's just a name!"
"Huh? This—.—"
Hugh's cheeks instantly flushed hot.
This is a ride-sharing service, isn't it?! This is definitely a ride-sharing service!
Using a secret that is "priceless" to all extraordinary individuals to exchange for my name or something is just too... too unfair!
Is he a slick gentleman or a bandit? It's impossible not to be captivated by him!
Fors was surprised to find that her usually resolute and decisive friend was now acting coy. She lowered her head, her fingers intertwined, and her lips moved several times, but she couldn't utter a single syllable.
My name is—
No way—it feels so embarrassing! Why couldn't you ask me privately? Fors is watching right here—Hugh lowered his head further and further, not daring to look Lorne in the eye.
"Great! So cute!" Fors, standing to the side, watched with shining eyes as she admired her friend's once-in-a-lifetime moment of embarrassment.
Hugh had always tried to play a mature and reliable role, and this was the first time she had seen her in such a pure and girlish state.
If she had a camera with her, she would definitely take the picture without hesitation and keep it as a permanent keepsake!
"Hugh—this is quite interesting." This thought suddenly flashed through Lorne's mind as he looked at the scene before him.
To be honest, he didn't know why he suddenly had the idea to joke around.
Am I being too stressed lately, so I'm looking for some fun?
No, he couldn't let his mind wander. He suppressed his emotions and began to analyze the situation calmly.
Neither of them had any ill intentions, and they were quite familiar with the wild extraordinary individuals in Backlund. He would inevitably have to deal with them in the future, and would also need to glean information from them. Doing them a favor now was definitely worthwhile.
He admitted that he simply wanted to make a joke and, incidentally, to make the favor he owed him even more blatant. Although, they already owed him enough favors—
"Sigh—it seems this young lady isn't too keen," Lorne sighed, feigning disappointment. "In that case, we'll take our leave."
"Wait!" Upon hearing this, Hugh immediately became anxious.
She's helped me so many times, and now she's just asking for my name, but I'm making excuses. What kind of woman is that? She's not the kind of ungrateful woman who doesn't appreciate kindness!
"My name is Hugh, Hugh Deercha!" she said quickly, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
"Hugh—" Lorne seemed to savor it for a moment, then exclaimed, "What a good name."
Upon hearing this, Xiu felt her face burning even hotter, and her whole body became uncomfortable.
"By the way, don't you want to know my name?" Fors asked curiously.
"Aren't you called Fors? Hugh called you that as soon as he walked in," Lorne replied matter-of-factly.
Listen, well, it seems there really is such a thing—Fors suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
She cleared her throat, steer the conversation back on track: "Now, can you tell us what 'digestion' actually means?"
“Alright,” Lorne nodded, “before you understand ‘digestion,’ you first need to know what ‘role-playing’ is.”
"Acting method?" the two asked in unison, yet another unfamiliar term.
Lorne's expression turned serious and solemn. He spoke in a tone as if stating a truth, reciting the passage he had found in Roselle's diary:
"The essence of potions is not mastery, but assimilation. It's not about excavation, but embodying. The name of a potion is not just a symbol, but also an image, and even more so, a 'key' to assimilation."
He didn't explain it too clearly because he believed that for extraordinary people, these few words themselves contained enough information.
"Digestion, playing the role of digestion, playing the role of—digestion, playing the role of, the key is the spoon—"
Fors murmured these words over and over again, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if she had discovered the door to a new century.
Hugh, standing to the side, wore the same expression, her face a mixture of shock and understanding.
After a long while, the two women snapped out of their deep thoughts, looked up, and said to Lorne in an unprecedentedly solemn tone, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Lorne nodded with a smile, then looked at Hugh and abruptly changed his tone, reverting to his usual nonchalant demeanor: "Alright, Miss Hugh, now it's time for you to pay me."
"Reward?" Hugh was a little confused. "Didn't I already tell you my name?"
"The name is just payment for explaining the 'role-playing method'," Lorne said, shaking his finger.
He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said meaningfully:
"I remember you said at the door that you'd do anything to help your friend, right?"
"I—" Hugh's memory was awakened; she had indeed said those words.
"A lady as upright and kind as you," Lorne's smile held a hint of teasing, "wouldn't you go back on your word?"
"I—" Hugh felt like he was about to catch fire, and he fell into that awkward and helpless state again.
She stammered, replying in a voice barely audible:
"I—I won't break my promise."