What maximizing gains really meant
Sitting by the window of the Third Mate's cabin, Lorry sipped his Black Tea with relish, and even the noise and boasting of the Sailor on deck no longer seemed so noisy.
There is no other reason.
Another resounding win-win situation!
Klein didn't spend a single penny, but he's about to obtain the coveted "Marionettist" trait and has also gained early access to the powerful weapon of the "Lord of Storms" Real Name.
As for himself, he also benefited greatly.
First, the traits of "Seer," "Clown," "Magician," and "Faceless" left behind by Rosago belong to him; this was agreed upon beforehand.
Converted to Pound, it would be approximately six thousand.
Secondly, the Serrated Dagger, empowered by the Mental Pollution of the "True Creator," Advancement to the God's Murmurings, " capable of harming Demigod.
Things of this caliber are difficult to measure in terms of money alone.
Secondly, I got a promise from Klein for free. Although I can't think of any use for it right now, it might come in very handy someday.
The stronger Klein is, the higher the value of his promises.
Finally, there was a hidden gain that no one but himself could have guessed. The Mental Pollution he had just Stealing on the desert island came from the "True Creator," a true god possessing both power and status!
Even a fraction of His power is worth more than ten or a hundred imitations.
Lorry even suspected that once he finished digesting the "Mystery Pryer" Potion and Advancement to "Fire Thief," he would be able to completely digest it!
Therefore, this Mental Pollution from the "True Creator" that has caused the Future "Fool" so much headache is his greatest gain from this trip!
Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily crept onto Lorry's lips.
He looked up at the Red Moon outside the window, his gaze sweeping over it, and murmured softly:
"Actually, even if my previous thoughts were too optimistic, it doesn't matter. I can repeatedly use the ' God's Murmurings ' to play the role in advance."
"If once doesn't work, try twice; if five times doesn't work, try ten times. Anyway, traveling is boring, so it's not a bad idea to set aside some time for entertainment."
"In short, I can start thinking about the Sequence 5 Formula in advance... and then, on the day of my Advancement, I'll create a miracle that melts in your mouth..."
The moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall.
Lorry's thoughts flowed quietly like moonlight.
Time slipped by unnoticed, and as the wall clock struck 6:50, a knock sounded precisely on the door. The voice of the Great Pirate "Flames" came from outside:
It's almost seven o'clock.
Huff... Lorry's expression froze, and the smile on his lips quickly vanished.
Well... "Vice Admiral Iceberg" is a very nice person. She is beautiful, knowledgeable, and warm-hearted. Sometimes, she will explain things to him without him even having to say a word.
Honestly, he benefited greatly and learned a lot.
However, the pressure of living together is just too great.
Danitz outside the door is the best example—ever since Lorry was late last time, the Pirate Admiral has arranged a human alarm clock for him.
They knock on the door ten minutes early every day to remind you.
He still preferred spending time with Fors.
If it weren't for the fact that he still had a great grudge to settle and that he knew certain things in advance, he wouldn't even be in a hurry to Advancement; he would rather enjoy life for a while first.
When the mood strikes, he'll copy from books, pretending to be a great writer; when he's not in the mood, he'll stay up all night with Fors, only to wake up the next day at noon.
Or he could travel around the world and experience different customs and cultures. That's what life is all about, and that's how he can feel that this is a real world, that he is a human being, and not that he was born with some kind of mission.
This is too difficult... Lost in thought, Lorry sighed, opened the door, and with a slightly mocking look in his eyes, raised his chin with a slight smirk:
"Lead the way."
"Dogshit... You know the way..." Danitz turned around with a bright smile, but in his heart he was already cursing.
Life at sea is actually far more monotonous than life on land.
There are no casinos, no theaters, no brothels, far from the crowds, and you are surrounded by the same people every day, as well as the ancient, deep blue sea.
After the Oldest One novelty wears off, all that's left is emptiness and restlessness.
However, this does not include Lorry.
As a time traveler, he had a strong interest in Mysticism knowledge, and coupled with his urgent desire for revenge, he had no time to feel emptiness and restlessness.
Since entering the Fog Sea, Lorry felt as if he had returned to high school, resuming his monotonous life between his Bedroom, Restaurant, and captain's cabin.
His daily routine was very fixed: eating, sleeping, praying, studying the folklore and "Teleportation" Charm of Norgar Island, or borrowing "Vice Admiral Iceberg's" Mysticism Notes.
The reason he was praying was because he and Fors had been engrossed in chatting before bed these past few days, treating writing letters like an online communication tool.
It was tough on the "Messenger" lady, who had to travel back and forth between the two places every night.
At first, Lorry was worried that this powerful Spirit World Creature would be unhappy, but after asking her once, he discovered that she didn't actually care about such things at all.
As long as he fulfills his promise in a timely manner, everything is negotiable.
This is nothing to Lorry.
Before boarding the "Golden Dream," he had already purchased the necessary altar and Holy Emblem with bases for prayer, so he could perform them anytime, anywhere in his Bedroom.
Time passed by day by day, and before we knew it, it was another Sunday.
At dusk, Backlund.
In a coffee shop in the middle section of Williams Street, where the West Borough and Empress Borough meet, Hugh frowned as he finished the last bit of his coffee.
It was bitter and astringent; she really didn't know why Fors liked this drink... She muttered to herself, getting up and taking Albert's hand as they walked outside. (Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!)
The man and his dog strolled slowly along the street as if taking a walk, and when they reached the end, they waved down a Hired Carriage.
With the creaking of the wheels, the carriage gradually Cherwood Borough.
Xiu let the driver stop at the intersection a block away from his home, choosing instead to walk back to his rented room and buy food for the evening and the next morning.
Seeing that no one was around, Albert asked in a low voice, "Are you really going to continue like this, wasting your time on this strange commission?"
"What? You think this is unreliable?" Xiu asked instead of answering.
Albert's eyes flickered, and he shook his head, saying:
"I didn't say that."
"Silly dog, he's always pretty smart at times like this..." Hugh thought to himself, shrugging, "I believe that guy wouldn't joke about something like this."
"Since he wrote that the mission on Williams Street would allow me to quickly digest the Potion, then it definitely will, it's just that the time isn't right yet."
Even if there's no reward in the end, it'll probably be due to an accident.
As she spoke, she caught sight of a figure moving at the alleyway not far away. She quickly coughed softly, then led Albert slowly toward the small shop selling Desi Pie. After taking a slightly longer route to buy Sweet Iced Tea, the two of them returned to their rented apartment.
Hugh stood quietly at the door for about ten seconds, then took out her keys, Door Opening, went inside, changed into comfortable slippers, and carried the food to the Living Room.
Her gaze swept across the Long Sofa and landed on the colorful flower wreath on her friend's head. She was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but purse her lips to suppress a laugh.