Lorry the coward

"Why do you seem so nervous..." Fors smiled charmingly, her eyes scanning up and down Lorry's face, her tone slightly teasing.

"Stop trembling when you speak," Lorry said irritably, looking down.

From this angle, Fors possessed a unique beauty; under the Gas Lamp, the woman's skin reflected light, even appearing slightly dazzling.

Beneath her teasing and playful blue eyes was a pert, delicate nose, followed by glossy red lips and a beautifully shaped chin.

Her neck was smooth and white, like a swan's, with the ruffled collar gathering into a ball, revealing a strikingly white color.

He took a deep breath and quickly raised his gaze.

Unsurprisingly, he soon heard a soft, giggling sound as someone covered their mouth.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" After the laughter subsided and the air was quiet for a moment, Fors suddenly asked softly.

"..." Lorry was silent for a few seconds:

"Hurry up and think about how to perform the Trick. In a few days, I will create two good opportunities to let you directly digest the Potion."

After "Advancement" to Astrologer, joining Divination Club and regularly performing astrologer roles is one approach, but I will also try to find better ways.

"The Sequence 6 of the ' Apprentice ' is ' Scribe,' Record has the ability to Record the customs and traditions of different places. I will use ' Teleportation ' to take you on a journey around the world, so that you can digest the information in a relatively short time and also prepare in advance for digesting the next Sequence, ' Traveler.'"

The demigod potion for the "apprentice" is called "Arcanist"...

Fors opened her red lips in astonishment, the expectation in her eyes gradually turning into confusion, and a feeling of mixed laughter and tears welled up in her heart.

These words seem reasonable at first glance, and they extend from the current "Trickmaster" all the way to the High Sequence, showing that they are quite well thought out.

But the problem is, that's not what they want to hear...

Coward... Not proactive at all... He already gave me such an expensive gift... Fors sighed softly, glancing at Rory who seemed relieved and glad he had successfully fooled him. He felt inexplicably annoyed and grabbed a strand of brown hair, sweeping it across Lorry's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Lorry asked, looking straight ahead without lowering his head.

"It's blinding..." Fors pointed to the Gas Lamp and said crisply.

Lorry sighed, "Then I'll go turn it off."

After he finished speaking, he prepared to get up, but found that the woman did not seem to have any intention of letting him leave, looking at him with a Provocation and teasing gaze.

He thought for a moment, then reached out and covered them, obscuring those blue eyes.

Fors finally stopped, loosened her hair, pursed her lips, and murmured with a slight upturn of her mouth, "What are you thinking right now?"

Lorry watched as the woman's red lips moved slightly, his eyes filled with affection. "The Northwestern Suburbs of Backlund are one of the best grape-growing regions in the Northern Continent. It's said that there are several Vineyard there. I'm wondering where we can find excellent winemakers to serve our winery."

"At that time, we'll keep the best batch of Wine..."

In the vast darkness of night.

Hugh, wrapped in a thick coat, moved through the darkness.

That guy doesn't seem so bad now... Hmm, he's more like a person than before. At least he helped me and Albert out of a tight spot today... Standing by the roadside waiting for Hired Carriage, she couldn't help but think about what happened before dinner and decided to be nicer to him in the future.

"Cherwood Borough."

Xiu handed the fare to the driver, her thoughts continuing to wander aimlessly.

Time flew by unnoticed, and it wasn't until the coachman reminded her that she snapped out of her reverie and stepped off the carriage at the designated spot.

Then, I walked home.

He took out his key, turned the handle, opened the door, changed out of his heavy coat and shoes, and walked inside humming a tune he'd heard somewhere.

Strange, the house is so quiet. Did those two sneak out to see a play behind my back? Lost in thought, she passed the Full-Length Mirror in the Entryway.

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Her gaze then fell on the Sofa area, and then abruptly stopped.

Xiu blinked, rubbed his eyes a few times in defiance, then a few more times, almost rubbing his own tears out, before suddenly letting out a cry of surprise:

"You!"

"It's so noisy... Is Hugh back?" Fors opened her eyes groggily, reached out and moved Lorry's long hand away to sit up.

She looked at her friend with a hint of resentment. "Why are you making noise as soon as you get back...?"

"..." Xiu pursed his lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said quietly:

Can I stay here tonight?

"Stop!" Fors glared at her, annoyed. "Can you stop talking nonsense? Come here right now, he needs your help."

"What's up?" Hugh sat down on the Single Sofa, glancing hesitantly at his friend leaning against that guy's shoulder, feeling a bit like he was questioning the meaning of life.

Did I really just go out to hand over a task?

Or is this an illusion?

Thinking of this, she quietly slipped her hand into her pocket and pinched herself hard.

The pain... is not an illusion...

Looking at the Bounty Hunter was frowning inexplicably and whose expression had turned bitter, Lorry couldn't help but feel a little confused, a blank look flashing across his eyes.

After a moment's thought, he realized he had no clue and gave up decisively. He pretended to reach into his pocket, but actually took out two exquisitely packaged tea boxes from another Dimension.

--They are gifts from the "Shadow Merchant".

Adhering to the principle that a thief never leaves empty-handed, when Lorry left, he also took the fine tobacco and Black Tea from the other party's office.

"Queen Black Tea?" Hugh recognized it at a glance. His eyes first showed surprise, then quickly turned wary. "Is this a gift for me?"

"Of course." Lorry shrugged and pushed the tea leaves towards the other person.

Fors doesn't like drinking this.

"What is it you want to say first?" Despite being tempted, Hugh, who believed in Emperor Roselle's saying "There is no such thing as a free lunch," remained rational.

Lorry smiled gently:

"These are just gifts between friends, and have nothing to do with a request. Even if you don't want to help, you still own them."

Her voice is as beautiful as her singing... Having accepted your gift, how could I possibly refuse? Xiu secretly scoffed, "You tell me first."

"Let me make this clear beforehand: I'm just a ' Sheriff,' I can't even beat your dog, so don't come to me with anything too difficult."

"Look at you, so modest... Albert told me he's been beaten down by you several times..." Seeing Hugh's face gradually turning ashen, Lorry coughed lightly. "Don't worry, this request isn't difficult. With your abilities, completing it will be a piece of cake."

After he finished speaking, he explained in detail:

"I need a significant number of nail clippings, from different people. You have a wide network; could you help me collect some?"