The First Host

The next news item was also an obituary.

This newspaper's reporter reports:

"Raven, the rising literary star of this year, has passed away."

According to information from the Publishing House, "Raven" is actually Pen Name, and writing books is only a part-time job.

"His real Lorry, and his true identity was an outer member of MI9. He heroically sacrificed his life while carrying out a mission some time ago."

Raven brought us countless joys, and his "Young Roselle" and "Great Detective Sherlock" series are still in high demand and hard to find.

It is reported that Raven had completed the writing of the third installment of "Great Detective Sherlock" before his death, and handed it over to the Publishing House by a friend.

According to his last wishes, all royalties from the subsequent installments of "Young Roselle" and "Great Detective Sherlock" series will be donated to people in need in the form of goods.

As a devoted reader of "Raven," I still refuse to believe this is true. I hope that, like the great Detective Sherlock in his stories, he will reappear someday and tell everyone that his previous death was just an illusion... Let us remember him forever!

"This guy's dead?" Klein looked surprised and uncertain.

He exhaled forcefully, suppressing the urge to complain and refraining from cursing the guy who had sacrificed his life to stop updating.

Detective Isengard and Kaslana, who were standing nearby, noticed their colleague's reaction and turned to look at him almost simultaneously.

A moment later, Detective Isengard abruptly turned to look at Kaslana.

Klein also looked at her.

Kaslana sighed silently, knowing that the two had seen through her origins.

She shook her head slightly, her voice bitter, and said:

"I don't know this person personally; I've only heard their name a few times."

Huff... Detective Isengard picked up his pipe, took a deep drag, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke, his expression shifting between light and shadow in the white mist.

Klein looked at him amicably. "Mr. Stanton, do you know him?"

Detective Isengard chuckled, "Shouldn't we be asking you that? He even named the protagonist of his work Sherlock."

... Klein's expression froze upon hearing this.

Detective Isengard put down his pipe, a slightly mocking smile on his face.

"To be honest, I only know this person because of you."

"After reading his work, I couldn't help but think that it's a pity that someone with such keen attention to detail isn't Detective. I even plan to meet him and chat sometime."

"I didn't expect..."

As he spoke, his smile faded, and a serious expression appeared on his face:

"Gentlemen, we should be more concerned about ourselves right now. A moment of carelessness and we might end up meeting this writer together."

After he finished speaking, the Restaurant fell silent.

No one spoke again.

The "Desire Apostle" are like a sword hanging over their heads; the slightest carelessness could bring them down and take their lives.

However, the conversation between the three was just a microcosm.

In an era when entertainment options were limited and most people with the means read Newspaper during Breakfast, Newspaper were highly effective in disseminating information.

Not to mention that both obituaries were published on the front page.

For a time, people in the East Borough, the Factory District, the Cherwood Borough, the Hillston District, the West Borough, the North Borough, Empress Borough... were all talking about it.

Viscount Glaint sighed as he recalled the incomplete Formula.

Audrey, holding the hand of a sullen Susie, boarded her luxurious carriage, preparing to head to Duke Negan's residence to visit her friend Melanie.

After lying at home for seven or eight days, Hugh, determined to pull himself together, turned and headed home without hesitation after hearing about the incident in the East Borough.

at the same time.

Inside a private office at the Posner Face Mask Factory.

Lorry pushed all the documents on the brown desk to the other half, freeing up half the desk to use as his Mysticism experiment table.

Human-Faced Cage Grass, larvae of Bewitching Insect Swarm, pre-distilled pure water, Other People's Tears, Lapis Lazuli, and White Chestnut Balm...

He poured the familiar ingredients one by one into the beaker.

Soon, he saw a glass of dreamy liquid with suspended red bubbles.

This is the "Swindler's " Potion!

But this time, Lorry didn't take off the "Parasite" ring. Instead, he looked at the two obituaries on the front page of the Newspaper, picked up his beaker, and drank it all in one gulp!

The Potion entered my mouth, and a familiar coolness washed over my entire body.

Then he heard layers of murmurs, which gradually faded over time, and finally, that mocking chuckle rang out again.

After all the reactions subsided, Lorry remained seated, motionless.

At this moment, he once again felt one illusory star after another within his body, attracting each other and trying to merge together.

"Oh--"

Lorry slowly opened his eyes, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Taking advantage of the opportune moment MI9 issued its statement, he successfully merged his two different identities, "Raven" and "Lorry," into one.

The second dose of the "Swindler" Potion has been completely digested!

"Perhaps this is fate?"

Lorry muttered to himself.

The Lieutenant Colonel just happened to deliver the Main Ingredient for the "Swindler" Potion. He then used a "False Face" and a "Flesh and Blood Substitute" to fake his death and fool MI9. He then asked Ms. Arianna to report Parliamentarian Begat. The Church of the Evernight Goddess negotiated with MI9, and MI9, now on the defensive, had no choice but to clear the name of the falsely accused...

If any one of these steps had been missing, none of this would have happened.

Such a coincidence cannot be explained by Luck alone.

After a moment, Lorry gathered his thoughts and began to carefully sense the changes within himself.

While Spirituality has increased dramatically, the improvement in Sequence 8 abilities is not simply a matter of one plus one equals two; it is only about 1.5 times the original.

"Forget it, I can't be greedy."

He chuckled softly, shaking off his slight regret, and instead began to examine the "Parasite" ring with great anticipation.

A few minutes later, a smile reappeared on Lorry's lips.

My initial guess was correct!

After fully absorbing the second dose of the "Swindler" Potion, his Spirituality was barely enough to use the "Parasite" ring once more.

Lorry gently stroked the unremarkable Demigod- level Sealed Artifact in his hand, his gaze slowly shifting towards the direction of the Harbor Borough.

The next second, he decisively activated his Spirituality and used "Teleportation".

Half an hour later.

Harbor Borough, Backlund Docks.

Having used "Psychological Invisibility," Lorry sat on Public Bench where he could barely get any Sun, observing the people coming and going without making a sound.

Time slips away unnoticed.

Morning turned into noon, and noon turned into afternoon.

Lorry remained seated there patiently, seemingly without moving an inch.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and then the corners of his mouth turned up as he glanced at the man with high cheekbones, grayish blue eyes, and neatly combed hair.

--He carried his Suitcase, turned up the collar of his coat, pulled down his baseball cap, and hurriedly walked into a cabin.

Lorry leisurely got up and followed them at a leisurely pace.