MM Racing Chapter 270 Beware of Ghosts
Chapter 270 Beware of Ghosts
Chapter 270 Beware of Ghosts
"There's nothing useful about the party anyway —"
Lorne emerged from an alleyway reeking of cheap beer and dampness, feeling rather down.
The previous crackdown seemed to have passed, and many small gatherings of extraordinary individuals in Backlund had begun to resume. Lorne went to several of these reopened gatherings, hoping to find something useful to prepare for the possible ambush by the "indulgence faction."
Unfortunately, he gained nothing. Whether buying or selling, he did not get the result he wanted.
The recipe for the "Storm" method is far too conspicuous; selling it in Backlund would easily attract the attention of official Beyonders. Those gatherings would inevitably include "spies" or potential informants planted by the church.
He couldn't sell any of the other recipes either. For some reason, it seemed like everyone had become strapped for cash lately.
Alas, the "Blasphemy Card" is right in my hands; the recipe recorded within is a priceless gold mine. But I simply can't find a capable and trustworthy buyer to take it over—
"Should we go big and sell a demigod-level formula directly?" A crazy idea popped into his mind.
"Next time, let's go to Mr. A's party. It should be a bit more upscale there."
Lorne recalled Mr. A's dangerous and profound appearance and felt that he was probably not an official Extraordinary.
To be able to host such a large-scale gathering, his strength and the influence behind him must be considerable. Perhaps they might even be interested in my recipe.
Of course, we must also consider the possibility that the other party might be tempted by the money and commit murder to steal it.
"Rachi—she's gone out again."
Looking at the empty room, Lorne muttered to himself.
Lately, his orange cat has been going out very early in the morning and not returning until late at night. And every time it comes back, it looks completely satisfied, having eaten its fill, and lately it's barely eating the food he prepares.
"Could it be—that it secretly ran off to some upscale restaurant?" That was the only guess he could make.
"Forget it, let's not bring it this time. It's already suffered enough with me at sea."
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Thinking of the various accidents they had encountered at sea, Lorne suddenly felt a pang of heartache. This was for himself, and also for the orange cat.
"Little Lorne, there's a letter for you~"
Just then, his landlady, Mrs. Griffin, peeked out from behind the door, which wasn't fully closed, holding an envelope in her hand.
"A letter?" Lorne curiously took the envelope and opened it.
What comes into view is a line of delicate yet cool handwriting.
"Meet at the back door of the Brave Ones Bar at 10 PM tonight."
Lorne frowned slightly. This day had come sooner than he had imagined.
"Little Lorne, is something wrong?" Mrs. Griffin asked curiously, noticing Lorne's unusual expression.
"No, it's nothing." Lorne composed himself and shook his head slightly. "It's just a small matter."
"It's nothing? Don't be stubborn." Mrs. Griffin gave Lorne a meaningful look.
"It's really nothing." Lorne gave a gentle smile, but his tone unconsciously became a bit more forceful.
"Alright then—" Seeing that Lorne was unwilling to say more, the landlady didn't ask any further questions. In the Extraordinary Realm, being too curious is not a good thing.
"However, little Lorne, you should be careful tonight—" The landlady hesitated before continuing.
"Don't worry, madam, I won't implicate this house." Lorne thought the other person was worried that he would get into trouble.
The landlady gently shook her head: "That's not what I meant. I meant, be careful tonight."
She leaned closer and lowered her voice even further: "Lately, it seems like ghosts have been appearing in this house."
"A ghost?" Lorne asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Mrs. Griffin added in a low voice, “and a very powerful one at that, maybe a vengeful spirit with deep-seated resentment.”
These vengeful spirits love to devour the souls of the living.
"Especially—for energetic young people like you."
"This—" Lorne's expression turned somewhat awkward.
Involuntarily, a cool and exquisitely beautiful figure wearing a Gothic court dress popped into his mind.
"Don't worry, that ghost—it should, probably, maybe—won't come to devour my soul."
10 p.m., in the alley behind the Brave Ones Bar.
Wearing a dark hooded trench coat, Lorne arrived right on time.
He had just stepped out of the alley when a black carriage without any markings silently pulled up in front of him. Behind the glass window were Marich's eyes, which always seemed to suppress violence and malice.
Lorne took a deep breath, calmly opened the car door, and got in.
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"Are you ready?" Maric's voice was deep and hoarse.
"Yeah, more or less." Lorne nodded. He wasn't dealing with the Rose School people for the first time, so he had some experience and wasn't overly nervous.
"I hope so." Marich's brow furrowed slightly.
It's clear that he still harbors considerable doubts about Lorne's abilities. The only reason he agreed to this cooperation was because he chose to unconditionally trust Sharon.
Lorne glanced at the other person and spoke first, "Is your curse alright?"
"Sharon told you?" Marich asked, somewhat surprised.
"Mm." Lorne nodded.
"I will try my best to control it." Marich lowered his head and fell silent.
He was indeed completely different from McVitie; he was too calm—no, too repressed. Lorne silently commented to himself.
Compared to the indulgents, the temperate ones didn't seem to him like extraordinary people on the same path.
In terms of raw strength, Maric is definitely much stronger than Maiviti.
Considering their strength, Lorne believed that if it were just a one-on-one fight against Marich, he could defeat him if he prepared in advance. However, if it were a pure head-on clash of abilities—that was out of the question. Apart from "Mental Storm," the "Cataclysm Priest" had no other offensive skills, far inferior to the "Undead's" powerful physique and abilities.
The reason he was able to take down Maiviti earlier was because Danitz was there to help him.
After the carriage had been traveling for a while, a slender figure quickly appeared in the background near the other side of the carriage window.
Sharon, dressed in a black court dress and wearing a small soft hat, appeared silently.
"Where is the ambush location, Professor Sharon?" Lorne asked.
Sharon Teacher ————
This address clearly startled Maric, who was sitting opposite him, and he looked at him with surprise.
"We're on our way to that location now." Sharon's voice was as cold and ethereal as ever. Regarding the title, she added expressionlessly, "You're not Scott now." That title could wait until after this operation was over.
Upon hearing this, Lorne scrutinized the other woman a few more times. Meeting her slightly questioning gaze, he decided to finally speak his mind.
"Um—Miss Sharon, I need to discuss something. Next time you come to see me—could you perhaps be a little more normal, like knocking on the door?"
His tone was tinged with a helpless sarcasm, "Otherwise, my landlord would think I'm being haunted by a ghost."