New Year's Eve Rendezvous
Fors shuddered, then pretended to look ahead nonchalantly.
Despite her small movements and the fact that it was late at night, she was still as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark in front of a "Marauder".
At that moment, a voice echoed repeatedly in his mind:
"Help me! Help me!"
Lorry swore that what he just did was absolutely subconscious.
Just then, a gust of wind blew by, lifting a few strands of Fors' curly hair to shield his face. With his arm draped over the railing, Fors casually offered to help.
It must be because I've been in too much contact with Hugh lately, and I caught it from her... Lorry tried to convince himself and shift the blame.
But clearly, deceiving yourself is much harder than deceiving others.
He quickly coughed to divert the Awkwardness.
"It seems a bit chilly..."
Slightly disappointed, Fors said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Yes, it is a bit chilly, after all, this is the southernmost part of the Kingdom..."
Located in the southernmost part of the Loen Kingdom, with one-third of it belonging to the Feynapotter Kingdom, Desi Bay enjoys abundant sunshine and mild winters, making it perfect for New Year's holiday.
"..."
Lorry realized the awkwardness of his previous statement, gave a dry laugh, and fell silent, seriously considering how to subtly change the subject.
Fors pursed her lips and turned her head away, silently cursing him as an idiot.
He clearly didn't read my novel carefully. There's a similar description in "Stormy Mountain Villa," which is practically a textbook example!
That's true, he has so many things on his mind, it's normal that he doesn't have time.
It's okay, I'll only be twenty-four after the New Year... Among the Believer of the Evernight Goddess, there are countless women who are thirty and still unmarried...
Although I believe in Steam, I agree with some of the teachings of the Evernight Goddess... and, those of Beyonder ability live longer than ordinary people...
As this thought flashed through her mind, she felt the gas in her stomach dissipate slightly.
The air suddenly became quiet.
On the Terrace at this moment, only the occasional sound of the wind and the breathing and heartbeats of the man and woman, separated by a few centimeters, could be heard.
Time slips away unnoticed.
Night deepened.
The wind is getting a bit chilly.
Fors, unsure of the purpose of standing there, began to consider whether to put on a coat or simply go back to her room to sleep.
At that moment, her shoulders slumped, and a warm feeling spread throughout her body.
Fors looked down at the long black trench coat that covered her calves, and felt a little hot, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Although * Stormy Mountain Villa * is a novel I wrote, there are some lines in it that are truly embarrassing... I only write about things I don't actually touch...
"Uh, surely no reader would be foolish enough to imitate this? Definitely not, my readers are the smartest!" She silently praised her readers in her heart.
Silence fell once more.
After a moment, Fors spoke softly:
"I remember you often wearing a long black trench coat... but I heard from Beyonder Gathering that only ' Nighthawks ' like to dress like that."
"They didn't apply for Patent," Lorry joked, then his voice lowered, "I'm just missing someone."
He murmured:
You should have seen his name in the Newspaper.
"As for why he likes to dress like that, maybe he's mocking fate? If only the person he met back then had been a ' Nighthawks '."
After speaking, Lorry remained silent for a few seconds:
"Would you like to hear his story, about my boss who was so foolish as to run off to his death on the eve of his wedding?"
Fors reached out and patted the back of his hand:
"Think."
Lorry nodded slightly, his slightly hoarse voice carrying in the night breeze. "You should know that I was once involved in an incident concerning Duke Negan..."
With the New Year over, Lorry's story has also come to an end.
After escorting Fors back to her room to rest, he went to another room—this is probably the allure of money; suites often have three or four Bedroom.
If Albert wanted, he could probably have his own Bedroom.
But it seems to prefer lying in the spacious Living Room.
It was late at night.
Lorry washed his face in the Washroom, made himself a cup of Black Tea, and sat down at the small Tea Table to slowly savor it, pondering how to make money next.
That's right, even the Landlord's Family ran out of surplus grain.
Due to the "death" of the identity "Raven," all royalties under his name were donated by the Publishing House in the form of supplies such as new-type Face Mask.
This even includes the royalties from the Volume Two of "Great Detective Sherlock".
Unlike Fors, Lorry's contract was a revenue-sharing agreement, which would earn him more in the long run, but he wouldn't receive a guaranteed minimum payment like Fors.
Therefore, the payment for the manuscript is received relatively slowly.
As for Factory, the Future is another matter, even if new types of Face Mask sell well.
Aside from the compensation for employees in the two Catastrophe, Lorry hasn't put in a single coin, yet he has already praised the Goddess countless times.
His biggest recent acquisition came from Pali Beria, but he only took two-thirds of it, which was £20,000 worth of Cash and Gold Bars.
Lorry left three thousand pounds in Cash and used the Gold Bars and Jewelry in Capim's Safe to pay off this portion, which just enough to settle Arianna's debt.
Three thousand pounds is no small sum.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't have taken this long.
The problem is that the divination did not disappear because of the "death" of Lorry's two identities; on the contrary, it became more frequent than before.
Now, every time he goes out, he needs to carry a large number of Anti-Divination Charm, and if he senses anything amiss, he quickly hides in the "Book of Dimensions".
For example, when facing Lady Despair.
Lorry's Anti-Divination Charm suddenly ran out, and he didn't want to expose the secret of the "Book of Dimensions," which is why the other party figured out his secrets.
Although the materials for Anti-Divination Charm are not expensive, the sheer volume required can be quite Horror.
Adding the expenses of studying the Mysticism and the thousand pounds lent to Fors, most of the three thousand pounds quickly disappeared, leaving about eight hundred pounds.
Miss Justice's three thousand pounds hadn't arrived by the agreed time, Little Sun was out of money, Fors's check could only be cashed in Backlund...
"Although we can hold on for a while longer, I'm planning ahead."
Thinking this, Lorry's eyes gradually brightened, and he smiled strangely, "If all else fails, we'll just have to compete with Klein for business."
"Heh, that's quite interesting when you think about it that way."
"Then let's see who is the 'strongest Hunter '... Although your Sequence is higher than mine, your combat strength may not be stronger."
"It's just a pity for those Pirate, tsk tsk..."
Lost in thought, Lorry calmed down and walked to the mahogany table by the window.
He took out the black metal box sealed by the Wall of Spirituality from the drawer, and placed the Spirituality rich materials, as well as Mercury, Brass, Lavender, pepper, Mint, and other things that the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" likes, onto the table one by one.
After completing all the preparations, Lorry sat on the bed and began to Meditation.
A moment later.
He adjusted himself to his best condition, walked back to the mahogany table, and, according to his previous memory, performed the Ritual Magic of the "Curse of Knowledge" teaching.
Today is Saturday, corresponding to the Blue Star of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
Ritual Magic is the most effective.
Fifteen minutes passed, and Lorry frowned as he stared at the unresponsive altar.
"Can't get in touch with them again?"
He sighed silently and was about to pack up when he suddenly heard a faint, ethereal voice echoing from within the altar:
"Who are you?"