Audrey's invitation
"Without me, how could you have obtained so much valuable intelligence from Joe and easily earned Merit from MI9?!"
"Without me, how could you Advancement ' Swindler ' so quickly?!"
"Without me, how could you possibly recruit such a reliable assistant?!"
"Now you want to kick me aside, you ungrateful bastard, heartless executioner, Otherworlder who deserves to be Burning at the Stake at the stake!"
"I am also the owner of this body! I will take back everything that belongs to me!"
"..."
Accusations, curses, questions... that shrill voice recounted its own achievements one by one, vehemently denouncing Lorry.
He felt like his brain was about to explode, and he slumped into a chair!
"Huff, huff, huff!"
Lorry gasped for breath, inexplicable low murmurs began to appear in his ears, and double images appeared before his eyes. In that instant, his limbs lost all control.
It seems that someone is indeed vying for control of his body!
Time ticked by, second by second.
Lorry's eyes regained their sparkle.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, picked up the now-cold Black Tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
At the same time, a defiant roar echoed in his mind, its tone sharp and high-pitched, filled with resentment that almost solidified into reality:
"I'm not so easily killed by you!"
I will definitely come back!
Huff... Lorry slowly exhaled, muttering to himself with a solemn expression:
"The negative effects of ' Thousand Illusions ' are more serious than I imagined. A Pseudonym without even a name has actually had such a big impact on me."
Fortunately, the hidden dangers did not erupt at a critical moment.
"Damn it, that Sun Believer's spirit actually concealed such important information... no, maybe he himself didn't know it either."
"Perhaps his easy sustenance is inextricably linked to this Sealed Artifact."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Once his emotions had stabilized, he seriously considered how to resolve the negative effects of "Thousand Illusions".
In general, Lorry has three approaches.
First, he had inquired about the "Curse of Knowledge" beforehand and knew that the other party could simulate the "Soothing" effect of a "Psychiatrist."
This can effectively cure the negative effects of using "Thousand Illusions," promptly eliminate the fabricated personality, and prevent him from going further down the path of schizophrenia.
The problem is that the "Curse of Knowledge" doesn't belong to him, so he can't change his abilities without permission, and he has to return them to their true owner immediately.
Second, find a trustworthy "Psychiatrist" in the Real World.
He did have someone in mind.
The Tarot Club by that upright, kind, and innocent "Justice" lady.
Based on his understanding of the plot, Audrey is currently just a "Telepathist" and is trying to gain the trust of the "Psychology Alchemists".
She might not be willing to be taken advantage of and buy a Formula in advance.
This is also why he wasn't in a hurry to have Fors sell the "Psychiatrist" and "Hypnotist" Potion Formula at the Tarot Club today.
Alger the Hanged Man is in a different situation. He has already joined the Church of Storms, so selling the "Wind-blessed" Formula will not have a significant impact.
Of course, Lorry didn't have these Formula; he had to exchange them for knowledge.
--"The Curse of Knowledge" has already completed the analysis of Sequence 9 - Sequence 6 of the "Spectator" and "Sailor" Pathway, and has mastered the complete relevant Formula.
Third, Bishop Utravsky's "Mental Terror Candle".
This is a remarkably effective and Sealed Artifact; in the Original Novel, Klein once used it to eliminate his split personality.
Lorry quickly went through the plan in his mind and sighed softly:
"Actually, the third method is the simplest, but the difficulty lies in the fact that I don't know this Former Pirate Bishop at all, so it's unlikely that I can borrow or buy it."
In other words, it is best to focus on the first and second types.
"Every now and then, try to Soothing the Lieutenant Colonel; he shouldn't refuse to help. This method can solve the immediate problem."
As for Audrey...
"Perhaps it should be up to her to decide whether to purchase the Formula in advance."
After careful consideration, he found the idea to be quite brilliant.
Making choices for others is undoubtedly very impolite. As a well-known writer, I cannot treat a lady in such an ungentlemanly manner.
Lorry tapped the armrest lightly, confirming the final solution to the negative effects of "Thousand Illusions":
"I'll tentatively use the first two methods simultaneously. This afternoon, I'll work on perfecting the scam, and tonight I'll visit the Lieutenant Colonel and ask him to help me ' Soothing."
"Next week, have Fors sell the ' Psychiatrist ' Formula at the Tarot Club."
After saying that, he patted Albert's head and began to ponder.
Soon, the sound of scribbling began.
It was dusk.
Inside the residence of Fors and Hugh in the Cherwood Borough.
As Hugh opened the door with his key and took off his coat and Leather Boots in the Entryway, he could already smell the aroma of food wafting from the Living Room.
She frowned almost imperceptibly and called out loudly to the Kitchen:
"Is that guy coming again?"
Fors came out carrying Feynapotter Noodles, and retorted with dissatisfaction, "What? Can't I cook you a meal?"
"You've had a long day, and now you have to go to Empress Borough to pick up the mail."
"... Don't even try that," Xiu said irritably.
"Fors, that thing on my nose isn't just for show, okay? There are clearly three sets of cutlery on the Tea Table. Are you using two by yourself?"
"He's here today on important business; we arranged it beforehand."
Fors a dry laugh and abruptly changed the subject, "Ahem, by the way, Hugh, what does Miss Audrey want with us? Another money-making mission?"
It's always like this... Xiu muttered to himself, but when he thought about the contents of this letter, a hint of schadenfreude suddenly welled up in his eyes.
"Here, see for yourself." She tossed the letter onto the Long Sofa, turned, and headed towards the Washroom, intending to do a quick wash before eating.
Fors wiped her hands on her apron, opened the envelope, and read it carefully.
A few seconds later, her gaze froze.
"Miss Audrey will be hosting a Literary Salon at Viscount Glaint's residence on Wednesday afternoon, and she has invited me, Hugh, and Lorry?"
Fors murmured unconsciously, beginning to think.
I can understand the invitation, since my public identity is that of a writer; as for inviting Hugh, I can take it as a kind gesture, letting her come over and freeload.
But Lorry... the two of them had only met once!
Wait, something's not right! Fors then noticed the following: "Several of my friends are avid readers of Great Detective Sherlock..."
In that instant, a thought arose in her mind:
Miss Audrey discovered that "Raven" was Lorry's pen Pen Name!
This is a hint!
"They won't cause trouble for Lorry, will they...? Should I tell him about this invitation later...? "Fors was torn.
Just as she hesitated, a figure quickly appeared in the Living Room:
"What are you looking at so intently?"
Fors was startled by the sudden voice, turned around and glared at Lorry, then handed him the letter. After he finished reading it, she said in a deep voice:
I suggest you don't go; it'll only cause you trouble.
"You're just asking for trouble..." Lorry chuckled softly. "They're not that bored; at most, they'll criticize me for killing off Sherlock."
"Besides, I never said... Sherlock is dead."