Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 316 Sharon's Midnight Lessons and Real Estate

Chapter 316 Sharon's Midnight Lessons and Real Estate

"It seems everything is alright."

Back in his office, Lorne immediately spotted the gem on his desk.

"Phew—" He let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and slumped back in the large chair, closing his eyes.

After a long pause, as if suddenly remembering something, he called out softly, in a voice that wasn't loud but clear enough, towards the seemingly empty room, "Ms. Sharon, are you there?"

About two or three seconds later, a slightly ethereal voice came from behind him.

"I am here."

Lorne opened his eyes and turned his head. He saw a figure taking shape in the air. Miss Sharon, dressed in an elaborate Gothic court dress and wearing an exquisite little soft hat, floated silently in mid-air, her icy blue eyes quietly watching him.

Looking at the familiar attire before him, Lorne felt a strange sense of comfort.

"I'm more used to it this way—" he muttered to himself.

Sharon's icy expression and aloof demeanor clashed terribly with Hairou's somewhat immature and spoiled face.

"It seems you haven't run into any trouble." Lorne activated his spiritual vision and glanced at Sharon. Her spiritual reaction was relatively calm, and there were no signs of injury.

"I didn't encounter many people on the way back," Sharon said in her usual cool tone.

"Didn't you encounter any royal bodyguards?"

"There were a few around the party, but they didn't notice me," Sharon recalled for a moment, then added.

"However, on my way back, I discovered some people who resembled MI9—"

"Are they searching for someone?" Lorne asked.

"Judging from the behavior pattern, yes," Sharon confirmed. "What's wrong?"

Lorne briefly recounted what happened later that night.

"Hopefully, no more trouble will get to me," he rubbed his temples. "My spiritual intuition isn't reacting much, but it seems to be less sensitive lately."

"By the way," Sharon stared at Lorne's face for a few moments before suddenly speaking, "Do you have time now?"

"Time? I should have some. The party's over, and I don't have anything else urgent to attend to for the time being," Lorne replied.

"Alright," Sharon's tone seemed to lift almost imperceptibly, "it's time for class now."

"Teaching time————?" Lorne didn't react for a moment.

"That's right, it's teaching time." With that, Sharon took out a book from behind her that looked quite old and was bound in thick parchment.

"This is the Book of Secrets, and it's also our teaching material today."

"Wait a minute—" Lorne waved his hand, "How did we suddenly get onto this topic?"

"I feel that as a teacher, it is necessary to fulfill my corresponding obligations," Sharon said seriously, her pale face showing no hint of a joke. "Your classes have been delayed for far too long."

Meeting Sharon's unusually earnest, icy blue eyes, Lorne suddenly felt a little strange. This sudden, undeniable enthusiasm for teaching—

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm watching a captain?

Sigh—well—he sighed helplessly. It seemed that his constant calling her "Teacher Sharon" had really made her feel a strange sense of responsibility.

However, this is indeed a rare moment of free time.

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Sharon."

Wait a minute—why do I suddenly have this strange feeling—Lorne suddenly realized something awkward.

Nighttime, a young teacher, giving a lesson in the middle of the night —

Sharon is still the aloof type. —Hiss—

The combination of these elements gives me a sense of dread, like something is heading in a strange direction.

"We worship the moon, not the goddess of the night—"

Lorne moved the heavy "Book of Secrets" away from his eyes and looked at Sharon, who was suspended in mid-air. Being constantly stared at by his teacher with such scrutinizing eyes made him feel that his learning efficiency had actually decreased considerably.

"By the way, Professor Sharon," he looked up curiously, "what did you do before? The Rose School—they wouldn't teach dance and aristocratic etiquette, would they?"

Sharon is not only a formidable fighter, but she can also seamlessly blend into high society balls when necessary. Her dancing and etiquette are impeccable, a quality that is clearly not possessed by ordinary extraordinary individuals.

"I—" Upon hearing this, Sharon hesitated for a moment, which was rare. Her lips parted slightly, as if she was caught up in some kind of memory or struggle, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked at Lorne, her ethereal voice carrying an indescribable meaning: "Whenever you tell me about your past, I will tell you mine too."

"My past—" Lorne met her gaze, and finally, he forced a slightly bitter smile.

Time travel—

Seeing Lorne's sudden dejection, Sharon spoke again, her voice still cold, but she threw out a question that caught Lorne off guard: "For example—who exactly is the 'Captain'?"

Captain?! Lorne snapped back to reality in surprise.

You're so interested in Edwina? Is it because her character overlaps with yours?

Somewhat embarrassed, he looked away and refocused his attention on the book. Inadvertently, he caught sight of a respectable name on a page, which made him uneasy.

"The unique red moon, a symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual powers —"

Minsk Street.

"I've gained quite a bit this time. After deducting what I submitted, I managed to keep a considerable amount for myself."

Irene returned to the place under the cover of night. She was in a rather good mood today, having easily reaped quite a few benefits from a minor noble target.

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"There's also a reward from above, and a magical item."

"Forming a society is much more convenient than forming a sect, and it won't force me to hang around in front of those fat, bloated old councilors."

Thinking of this, she suddenly sighed again.

"When will this damn covert mission ever end?"

C

"well----"

"The most crucial thing now is to accumulate merits."

Through her investigation, she learned that the society possessed a special talisman reserved only for distinguished members, said to remove all abnormal states, including curses. If she could obtain it, perhaps she could escape her current fate and gain true freedom.

"Fortunately, the sect hasn't assigned me any other missions yet—"

She sighed softly again, temporarily putting these inappropriate thoughts aside.

"I wonder if that great detective has returned yet."

"They said they were going to a party, but they didn't take me with them."

"What a boring man~" she said coquettishly, as if she were just an ordinary woman looking forward to the return of her companion.

But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly stopped, her spiritual intuition being slightly touched.

"Is anyone nearby?"

"Still one of the same kind."

A bad feeling suddenly welled up in Irene's heart. She suddenly felt that her relatively peaceful life was about to be shattered.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carter. I'm quite pleased with this house."

Dressed in a well-tailored suit and wearing a silk top hat, Lorne greeted a rather elegant-looking old gentleman with a broad smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scott. I never imagined that it would be you, the 'Hero of the East Side,' who wanted to buy my house." Miller Carter also gave a polite smile.

"They're all just empty titles," Lorne said modestly.

After two peaceful days, Lorne received a message from Jürgen's lawyer, saying that he could arrange a meeting between himself and the gentleman who wanted to sell the house.

Considering that owning a decent property was indeed related to his future social and business prospects, and that nothing much had happened in the past two days, Lorne accepted the arrangement, met with the owner of the house, Mr. Miller Carter from Midsea County, and toured the property on Williams Street that was listed for sale.

"Two thousand pounds. Mr. Scott, for just two thousand pounds, the house is yours," Mr. Carter said in a businessman's tone. "It's absolutely a bargain! I bought it for nearly five thousand pounds. And I can also give you the building materials I was planning to use for renovations."

"Two thousand pounds—" Lorne calculated the figure in his mind.

This two-story house also has a rather large garden. As it was the property of a former viscount, it is quite old. However, being a nobleman's house, the overall layout is quite elaborate, and the materials used are of high quality. Even after so many years, the main structure remains very sturdy.

However, some modern renovations are essential for comfortable living. At the very least, the gas and water pipes need to be replaced.

If the main purpose is to receive guests and maintain a respectable appearance—perhaps a complete renovation isn't necessary. A simple renovation of the first-floor foyer, living room, banquet hall, and study will suffice. Oh, and the bathroom must be luxuriously decorated; that's very important—" Lorne didn't have high demands for his residence, so a simple renovation of his own room would be fine.

The main investment needed is in the reserved guest rooms and those unused bedrooms—with these complimentary materials, I estimate that an additional investment of around £1,000 should be enough to complete the initial renovations.

I still have some cash. If all else fails, Sharon can help me sell some extraordinary materials that I don't need.

All things considered, two thousand pounds is indeed a very reasonable price. Although Mr. Carter pretended to be indifferent on the surface, Lorne could still sense his reluctance and heartache from the slight twitching in his eyes when he said the number.

The fact that a successful businessman would engage in such a clearly unprofitable business to recoup losses demonstrates just how severe this financial crisis is.

He then casually asked a few questions about the house's structure, ownership, and the surrounding neighbors. After receiving satisfactory answers, Lorne pondered for less than a minute before nodding.

"I'm quite happy with this house. I think we can close the deal." Lorne extended his hand to the other party.

"A wise choice!" Miller Carter squeezed Lorne's hand tightly, seemingly relieved, yet also more disappointed.

"Then please have lawyer Jürgen draft the contract for us."

After signing the transfer contract, Lorne stood in front of his house once again. Although it was still under construction, its former glory was still evident, and it had a special beauty.

Moreover, he had a feeling that this house might bring him some unexpected surprises.