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Chapter 224 Xiu, are you hiding something from me?
Chapter 224 Xiu, are you hiding something from me?
After returning to the temporary hotel.
Lorne carefully opened the gift box and examined it in the dim light of the gas lamp in the room.
No problem. Then, he picked up the crystal monocle, put it on his right eye, and checked it carefully again.
It's strange—there's something odd about it, something I can't quite put my finger on. But, it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it.
Lorne frowned slightly.
Thinking of the bodyguard standing right behind him, Lorne ultimately decided to put aside his doubts for the time being.
"I'll put the remaining balance under the bed," Lorne said to the person behind him.
"understood."
The air rippled slightly, and Sharon's figure, dressed in a Gothic court gown, appeared silently. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Sharon."
"It was a pleasure working with you." Sharon paused for a few seconds before responding in an ethereal voice, seemingly a little uncomfortable with this formal farewell.
"Speaking of which," Lorne asked again, "could I ask you for another small favor?"
"you say."
"Get me a set of all the documents needed for my new identity. 'James Scott' needs them."
"Yes," Sharon replied succinctly.
"And another thing," Lorne continued, "do you know the 'Craftsman'?"
"I want to create a magical item."
"I can help you find out in the industry," Sharon replied.
Lorne then asked her to help him find a way to restore the magical item to its original extraordinary properties.
Sharon didn't respond immediately, but Lorne sensed from her calm and unwavering gaze that she had implicitly agreed to keep an eye out for relevant information.
"Thank you," Lorne said sincerely. "So, how should I find you now? Should I go to that bar to find Marich?"
Sharon nodded slightly.
"Goodbye," Lorne said.
"Um."
Sharon gracefully bent down, lifted the sides of her skirt, and performed a classic and standard farewell.
Her figure quickly became transparent and eventually disappeared completely from the spot.
Feeling the spiritual fluctuations around him that had returned to calm, Lorne sighed softly, a strange sense of loneliness quietly emerging.
"Indeed, in the end, you have to rely on yourself."
After making a few remarks, he began to formulate his next plan.
First, I'll visit my pen pal, Fors, to confirm things about Sherlock.
Then, we'll apply for and obtain the patent for the firearms.
Once everything at the factory is settled, I can use the identity of "Hayor's friend" to visit Congressman Macht and see if I can use his connections to obtain more arms sales channels.
According to my inquiries, Hazel's father, Maurice Macht, was a former soldier who became a member of parliament after retiring from the military. Therefore, he certainly has considerable connections within the military.
"And there's the matter of promotion—"
Lorne focused his thoughts on this most important question.
However, Sequence 5 potion recipes are extremely rare and hard to come by. For now, it all comes down to luck.
As for Laki's potion, there's still no news.
"well·--"
Lorne sighed.
Let's think about pen pals instead.
A sunny, cheerful, and enthusiastic pen pal—
He recalled the self-descriptions in those letters, trying to sketch out a vague image.
I've never dealt with this type of woman before.
How can I do this without seeming impolite?
I asked Miss Sharon before, but she didn't give me any advice. Although I was a little worried, Lorne still felt a faint sense of anticipation.
After all, this could very well be his first truly ordinary "friend" in this world.
But for some reason, the thought of meeting tomorrow made him a little worried.
Hopefully, the other person is normal enough.
In the middle of the night, after completing another arbitration task, Hugh dragged his tired body home.
To her surprise, the living room lights were still on.
"Fors? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Hugh looked at Fors, who was hunched over his desk, scratching his head at the manuscript paper, with a hint of unease.
"Ah—Hugh, you're back?" Fors rubbed her slightly messy hair.
"Yeah, I just got back." Hugh asked curiously, "Why aren't you asleep yet? You'd usually be asleep by now."
"I want to sleep too," Fors said anxiously, "but—but the deadline is fast approaching! My editor is pressuring me like crazy!"
"So, how much of it do you still haven't finished writing?" Hugh walked over to her and glanced at the pile of scattered manuscript papers.
"Well—" I guess, about a third left." Fors's eyes darted around, and she lowered her head shyly.
"What?! I remember you said something similar a few months ago! Fors, you're so lazy!"
"I'm not lazy!" Fors tried to retort, but her voice lacked conviction. "I've had a lot to do lately!"
"Oh?" Hugh crossed his arms. "What important matter could make our great writer stop writing?"
"Yes—yes—" Fors stammered, "It's about my pen pal! I'm trying to figure out how to find him first! And I also need to find a way to keep it from Miss Audrey!"
"Didn't she send someone over yesterday to urge us on the progress of our investigation?"
Actually, she's been troubled by the "Full Moon Language" issue lately. But she hasn't mentioned it, afraid that Xiu would worry about her.
"Hmm—Miss Audrey's sudden urging is indeed a bit strange. Moreover, she seems to be hinting at something in her words."
Hugh reluctantly accepted her friend's reasoning, sighed, and comforted her, "Fors, don't worry too much. Maybe your pen pal will come to you tomorrow?" She tried to say something nice.
"How could such a coincidence happen?" Fors complained.
He then changed the subject, turning his gaze to Hugh, and said with a scrutinizing look, "Speaking of which, Hugh, you've been acting a bit strange lately."
"Strange? Me?" Hugh pointed to himself.
"Yes. Ever since you came back injured that day, I've felt like you've been acting strange. When I ask you what happened, you won't tell me—"
Fors sat up straight, leaned closer, and looked her over suspiciously: "Hugh, are you—something you're hiding from me?"
"Hidden from you? How could that be!" Hugh's eyes involuntarily darted to the side.
What happened tonight is a secret between the two of us. You can't tell anyone.
The man's words from that night echoed in her ears once again.
The memory of her being attacked by the werewolf that night remained buried deep in her heart. She hadn't even told her best friend, Fors.
"Really? Hugh~"
Fors deliberately drew out her words, leaned forward to sniff Hugh, and joked:
"I think I smell a fox~"
"Fors! How dare you doubt me!" Hugh feigned anger and embarrassment. "I'm ignoring you! I'm going to rest!"
Watching Hugh's retreating figure, Fors sighed helplessly.
Hugh, you honest idiot.
I'm afraid you'll get scammed.