I'm Asking on Behalf of a Friend
Hobart first bought a Military Telescope from the Mercenary Club, then wrote Miss Hugh a letter, asking whether she still wanted to consult him about Beyonder knowledge. Whether she did or not, he asked her to come to the Law Firm tomorrow morning for a chat.
After asking the waiter to mail the letter, Hobart prepared to head home early so he would not miss dinner three hours later. When he reached the entrance to the club's hall, he began considering whether it would be safer to step down the stairs with his left leg first or his right.
When choosing a means of transportation outside, he worried whether the rental carriage would overturn and whether the coachman might be a perverted killer. Bad review! Sitting in the rental carriage, Hobart thought, I have to give the Hanged Man a bad review. Is this supposed to be caution? This is downright excessive caution, all right? However, Hobart never took off the ring. He wanted to adapt to its negative effects as quickly as possible, preferably to the point where, the moment a cautious thought appeared, he could tell whether it was genuine caution or a negative effect brought by the ring.
Thus, during dinner, Hobart hesitated over whether to pick up the sharp Dinner Knife. When going upstairs, he considered which leg to step forward with first. When closing the door, he turned back several times to make sure he had not caught his clothes in it.
Back in his room, Hobart, utterly exhausted in body and mind, sighed. Sure enough, gaining a new ability always comes at a price.
The next day, in order to avoid missing his meeting with Xue and disrupting his plans for the coming days, Hobart arrived at