A new week
"As of today, the clone has completed four ceremonies, and is still nine ceremonies away from the minimum requirement of thirteen ceremonies for Advancement."
"Based on her current frequency, it will probably take about a month."
"A month," Lorry murmured, his gaze sweeping across the Evernight -like expanse outside the window. "I wonder if I'll even be able to find the Ghost Ship..."
The night breeze brushed against my face, interrupting my thoughts.
He then turned his gaze to the spoils of his trip.
The clone destroyed a small stronghold of the "Rose School" this time, and the harvest was quite rich, with a total of eleven Beyonder Characteristic.
Among them, the "Zombie" trait has two parts, the "Werewolf" trait has three parts, the "Lunatic" trait has four parts, and the "Prisoner" trait has two parts.
Even based on market prices, its value would not be less than £15,000.
If the buyer is in a hurry, they can sell it for a higher price.
However, Lorry had no intention of doing that; it would be better to contact Sharron of Backlund directly and sell them as a package to the Temperance Faction.
While selling to individuals might generate more revenue, they don't need the money directly, and they'll have to pay back the premium when purchasing materials later.
In comparison, he preferred to make deals with the Temperance Faction. Although they were suppressed by the Indulgence Faction and forced to leave the Southern Continent and hide in the Northern Continent, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.
Like in the previous transaction, the Temperance Faction easily produced four sets of "Marauder" Beyonder Characteristic and the "Lava Octopus Blood Crystal" that he specifically requested.
Lorry's eyes flickered slightly, and he made up his mind:
"This matter involves internal strife within the ' Rose School,' and it's not suitable to go through Fors. It would be best if I returned to Backlund to complete the transaction."
"After waking up, go find ' Vice Admiral Iceberg ' and sell her the scales of ' Sea God ' Kalvetua... Then organize her transaction list, combine it with the progress from the Tarot Club, and compile a materials list... After lunch, return to Backlund and visit Sharron at the ' Bravehearts ' bar..."
His mind raced, and he quickly devised a detailed plan. His gaze shifted slightly as he looked at the two heavy black iron boxes on the ground.
They were found in a secret underground room of the Villa.
One box contained Gold Coins, and the other contained standard Gold Bars and ingots, worth approximately seven or eight Pound.
In addition, they found some Cash, but not much; the Pound belonging to the Loen Kingdom were only a little over two thousand.
The Beyonder Characteristic, plus Cash and gold, were worth approximately £25,000... They provided whatever was needed; the "Rose School" was quite generous...
Now I don't have to worry about money to buy materials... As he stored the spoils in another Dimension, Lorry couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.
It was nearly dawn. Even Beyonder like him felt unbearably sleepy. He drank a glass of red wine to help him sleep and fell into a deep sleep, sleeping soundly until the sun was high in the sky.
Get up and wash up.
Lorry found "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina in the captain's dining room of the Pirate Restaurant, and while eating and talking, they finalized the basic details of the deal.
At the same time, a loud ship's horn rang out from the deck.
After a night of silence, the "Golden Dream" slowly accelerated, cleaving through the azure sea like a sharp sword, and sailed towards the distance.
Inside a house rented by two women in Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
"That guy hasn't come back for the past few days?" Hugh lay half-reclined on the Single Sofa, digesting his hearty lunch, tilting his head back and glancing at his friend out of the corner of his eye.
Fors grunted an "Mmm" without turning his head, his tone slightly downcast.
She hunched over her desk in the Living Room, writing furiously. With the rustling sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper, lines of elegant words appeared on the page.
Sensing his friend's low spirits, Xiu deliberately tried to distract him with small talk, asking casually, "Writing a new book?"
Please visit... to see the latest chapter! Address: Fors didn't answer, perhaps because he was focused on writing.
After a moment's thought, Xiu stood up from the Single Sofa, walked behind her friend, and scanned the lines of words from above, her expression instantly turning to astonishment.
Uh, it's "The Unknown Facts of the ' Vice Admiral Iceberg '" again... Fors, she... Hugh felt the poverty of his knowledge for the first time.
She racked her brains but couldn't think of a way to describe her friend.
Just then, her gaze swept over Albert, who was fast asleep on the Balcony, and suddenly an idea struck her. She mentally muttered to herself, somewhat annoyed:
"Fors is being way too possessive of his food... it's outrageous..."
"That ' Vice Admiral Iceberg ' is a renowned Pirate Admiral across the Five Seas, a big figure in the world of Mysticism, how could he possibly share her taste..."
She quietly pursed her lips, lay back down on the Single Sofa, tilted her head back, stared blankly at the Ceiling, and occasionally glanced at the wall clock out of the corner of her eye.
I wonder when Fors plans to finish writing... Hugh thought listlessly, his eyelids gradually closing in the sunlight.
On a warm spring afternoon, time slipped by unnoticed.
Hugh suddenly woke up from the nightmare, his eyes snapping open, and he immediately turned to look at the wall clock with a look of terror on his face.
Seeing the time frozen at 2:40, she breathed a sigh of relief, lay back down, and kept patting her chest. "I was so scared... I dreamt that I was late for my first gathering of that Evil God —no, that God —and was cleaved into ashes by Him..."
As this thought crossed his mind, Xiu used deep breathing to calm himself down.
Just then, she heard her friend's voice:
Did you have a nightmare?
"Hmm," Hugh responded without moving.
Fors turned his head with a smile, and asked expectantly:
"Would you like me to untie it for you?"
The key to playing the role of an "Astrologer" is "astrology," but it is not limited to that; it also involves other related matters such as divination and dream interpretation.
"No, no need." Hugh paused for a moment, then shook his head vigorously.
Although Mr. Fool did not specifically instruct her, she was not a novice in the world of Mysticism and knew quite a bit about similar taboos or unspoken rules.
She didn't want to share her experience of being "watched by a being that seemed to be Evil God" with her friends.
Fors shrugged, looked away, and focused his gaze on the lines of words he was writing, but his mind was elsewhere. What's with today's day off?
It's almost three o'clock, why is she still lying at home? Usually at this time, she should have finished lunch and taken Albert out early.
It seems I'll have to use the excuse of taking a nap again later... She thought to herself, and began to organize the completed manuscript, preparing to find a reason to go back to her room.
Meanwhile, on Single Sofa.
What's wrong with Fors today...? Hasn't she been going to the Divination Club every afternoon to digest her Potion lately...? Thinking this, Hugh couldn't help but cough.
After attracting her friend's attention, she casually reminded her, "Didn't you have an appointment today? Why aren't you at the Divination Club yet?"