Deception everywhere
Through his "Mind Reading" perception, Lorry confirmed that the other person's first two sentences were true, and then nodded slightly. "Leave your name and 100 milliliters of blood."
Then you can leave.
He gestured for Fors to give him the cardboard cup of fruit iced tea, then tossed it to the tall man, calmly waiting for him to make a choice.
After nearly half a minute of silence, the tall man picked up Sawtooth Knife and cut a wound on his arm, letting the blood drip into the container.
Throughout the entire process, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
Feeling that he had lost more blood than the other person had requested, the tall man skillfully tore off a strip of cloth to stop his own bleeding and handed the paper cup back to the other person.
"Hoorn."
He turned and left, without even asking the other person what they wanted their blood for, or how to find them—questions that were utterly idiotic.
"A fine prospect of the Temperance Faction..." Lorry chuckled softly, then returned to the carriage to check their eyes. After confirming they were alright, he sat down in the front.
Fors, sitting in the carriage, asked, "What is the Temperance Faction?"
Snap!
Lorry cracked his whip, controlling the reins to move the carriage slowly. He followed the route he remembered towards the Inn, casually explaining:
"The Beyonder who follow the ' Prisoner ' Pathway mostly belong to the ' Rose School,' who hold two philosophies regarding desire: 'moderation' and ' Indulgence '..."
The night was shrouded in mist.
The scenery on both sides of the carriage rushed past.
Inside the carriage, Fors rested her chin on her hands, listening with great interest to someone's confident and eloquent speech, and unconsciously felt a surge of admiration as she looked at the curtain.
After the sound stopped, she coughed softly:
"I think I understand now. These past two days you've been deliberately taking me around aimlessly to attract the attention of the local Gang and get them to show themselves."
"Two big, fat sheep from abroad... is that right?"
Her eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of anticipation.
"That's right." Lorry nodded readily in agreement.
"The reason we chose to hold this event in the Port District today is because places with many vested interests are more likely to have Gang forces."
"In such a metropolis, Gang composed entirely of ordinary people would find it difficult to survive; most would have connections with Beyonder."
Fors's lips curled up, and she took the initiative to continue the conversation:
"So your purpose was clear from the beginning."
"Through this method, attend local Beyonder Gathering, then find a way to investigate the target and wrest back what the Client wants from him."
"It would be difficult to obtain such an opportunity in a short period of time using other methods."
As soon as he finished speaking, a soft laugh came from outside the carriage.
Then, she heard Lorry's mocking voice:
"The investigation has a clear objective, but it doesn't necessarily have to be completed."
"If they're willing to trade the Formula for the ' Solar High Priest ' and the ' Notary,' why should we provoke these local Beyonder here?"
"Haha, ma'am, use your brain more; it will help your later creations... We've arrived. Let's go upstairs for dinner."
Saturday, which is the evening of the following day.
Fors was writing at the long table in front of the French windows, heard a knock on the door.
She paused for two seconds, quickly put down her pen, tidied up the manuscript she had written into a stack, and turned around to see Lorry talking to the Attendant outside the door.
A moment later, Lorry closed the door and walked towards the French windows.
"What is it?" Fors asked.
"That guy came over yesterday, looks like there's a party tonight," Lorry explained as he walked to the other side of the long table.
A paper cup with fruit iced tea is placed on top.
At this moment, Fors laughed and said:
"This guy... you really tricked him badly."
"If he hadn't thought you could track him down with your blood, I bet he would have hidden himself away last night."
"That's just his conjecture, I never said that," Lorry chuckled.
Then he shrugged:
"Besides, when did I ever say I couldn't track him down?"
Huh? Fors was taken aback.
Lorry smiled and said nothing more.
Having finally managed to lure out a local Beyonder, how could he not have a backup plan? He had already planted a "Psychological Suggestion" when the other party agreed.
"Old Gentleman, did you find anything?" Lorry greeted him.
The voice was filled with disdain as it spoke of the "Curse of Knowledge."
"This guy's level of existence is too low; he doesn't have any useful knowledge."
"Kid, couldn't you get some blood from a High Sequence expert? Not too high, just Demigod level would do, that way I could better help you."
Fors blinked twice, her light blue eyes looking blank.
Is Demigod level enough?
Why does it sound like it's forced to speak? Is it just my imagination? It must be, it's Demigod!
Lorry couldn't help but smile wryly:
"Aren't you overestimating me? I'm only Sequence 8."
The aged voice said irritably:
"That cunning Vera kid already collected the blood of two Demigod by Sequence 8, you can't be worse than him, can you?"
???
A series of question marks floated into Lorry's mind.
He couldn't help but look at the White Bone Ring in the paper cup:
Sequence 8?
"How did the Lieutenant Colonel manage that?"
The White Bone Ring floated into the air with a whoosh, its tone full of reminiscence:
A Deputy Director at the level of a "Imperative Mage" was on a mission and died together with the "Fallen Earl." This guy volunteered to guard the Corpse on night duty.
"While everyone else was away, he stuffed me into the Demigod's Corpse and left me there for the night."
"That feeling is truly unforgettable, like being immersed in an ocean of knowledge... Otherwise, how could I have possibly deciphered the 'magnified' version of ' The Fallen Earl ' out of thin air?"
Lieutenant Colonel, your disrespect for your superior's remains... this is an extremely serious dereliction of duty... Lorry thought to himself, then suddenly a thought struck him:
"If that's the case..."
"Old Gentleman, you can even simulate the Demigod ' Arbiter ''s' abilities?"
The aged voice carried a hint of schadenfreude:
"That's right, I did analyze it that night, but unfortunately you can't use it unless you have Vera replace one of your current abilities."
"Am I not good enough?" Lorry asked, knowing the answer already.
The White Bone Ring revealed two small mouths and said in an annoyed tone:
"You're not my true owner... Of course, if you go and kill Vera, I can reluctantly acknowledge you as my new master."
"How about it? Want to give it a try? I can provide him with information."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fors, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, suddenly felt much better.
She discovered that the Sealed Artifact wasn't targeting her personally, but rather looked down on everyone equally, even mocking its owner.
However, before she could even rejoice for a few seconds, the aged voice rang out again:
"I warned you not to mess around with this silly girl, but you wouldn't listen. Now you've become silly yourself. Otherwise, why would you ask such a question?"
"Really, ignoring the elders' advice will only lead to trouble sooner or later..."