MM Racing Chapter 267 The Poor Vengeful Spirit
Chapter 267 The Poor Vengeful Spirit
Chapter 267 The Poor Vengeful Spirit
Exhausted, Lorne finally returned to 69 Rose Street. Everything that had happened tonight was utterly unbelievable, leaving him feeling utterly drained.
He removed the camouflage cufflinks and reverted to his original appearance.
"Sigh—women's minds are truly hard to fathom."
Sitting at his desk, Lorne couldn't help but sigh.
There was definitely something off about Fors's behavior tonight. Lorne could only pray that it was just the female writer's overly delicate and sensitive emotions, and not that she was involved in some damned mystical factor again.
Thinking about all the women he had encountered since his transmigration, he rested his chin on his hand and couldn't help but mentally comment on them one by one.
Hazel, that young lady, is the easiest to read; all her emotions are written on her face. Captain Edwina, on the other hand, always appears calm and collected, but at least she doesn't seem to have any ill intentions; she's a scholar you can talk to on equal terms. As for Tracy—forget it, Tracy is no ordinary person at all. Just thinking about that stunning face makes Lorne shudder.
As for Hugh, although we didn't spend much time together, she's actually quite easy to understand; she's a righteous yet somewhat naive girl. Cattleya —
"Forget it, talking about others behind their backs isn't a good habit. I should go to sleep early; there's still a mess to clean up—" Just as Lorne was deciding to temporarily put aside these worries and packing up to go to sleep...
His movements startled the orange cat, who was curled up in a ball and fast asleep on the bed.
Meow~
Laki groggily opened her eyes, looked at her owner who had woken her up, and barked angrily.
"Whoosh—" But suddenly, its nose twitched violently.
"Meow!"
Laki suddenly raised her head, her amber cat eyes filled with shock. She stared intently at her owner—why did she smell entirely of another female?!
Accompanied by a silvery-white light, a childlike yet somewhat ethereal voice came to Lorne's ears.
"Someone—is in your room—"
"What?!"
Lorne jolted awake and sat up. He glanced to the side and saw that his orange cat, Rachel, was still curled up in a ball, fast asleep.
He turned to look out the window and found that it was barely dawn, and the sky outside was still a hazy gray.
"Who?"
My spiritual intuition was triggered! Something is nearby!
Without making a sound, he reached under his pillow and tightly gripped a talisman he had prepared beforehand.
Lorne gripped the talisman tightly, held his breath, and tiptoed out of bed.
"We meet again."
A faint, ethereal voice came from behind.
Lorne turned around abruptly and found a slender figure hovering quietly in front of the window, her back to the dim light, making her outline somewhat indistinct.
Lorne's hair stood on end instantly, but after recognizing who it was, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, a helpless wry smile appearing on his face: "Miss Sharon, couldn't you have shown up in a more normal way? Like knocking on the door—"
Wearing a Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat, Sharon was floating slightly in mid-air, quietly watching him with her calm, azure eyes.
"I am a vengeful spirit." Sharon said without any emotional fluctuation, as if stating a fact.
Hiss—okay. Whether it's for the sake of playing a potion or her own habit, this ghostly entrance certainly fits the characteristics of a "vengeful spirit."
"Is there something you need from me?" Lorne asked.
Sharon didn't speak, she just stared at him quietly.
"Uh—" Lorne felt a little uneasy under her gaze, his brow furrowing slightly. He joked, "I guess—it's probably not something good, is it? You guys—you've run into trouble?"
"Hmm." Sharon nodded very slightly, confirming his guess.
Something really happened? Lorne's smile froze.
Sharon spoke slowly: "Help—I need your help."
"Help—" Lorne chewed on the word.
Sharon, a Sequence 5 "vengeful spirit," and Marich, a Sequence 6, couldn't solve the problem together, yet they came to me for help?
Unfortunately, this happened recently, when I was having a run of bad luck and was plagued by troubles.
Can't things just turn out well?
Sigh—to be honest, Lorne didn't want to get involved in this mess.
However, on the other hand, the other party did accept that extremely risky bodyguard job and took such a big risk for me.
Even if the other party is after money, he still appreciates the favor.
"Heh." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then said, "Alright, what is it? Let me guess—"
"Are they from the Rose School? They've come knocking?"
"————" Sharon didn't speak, but her blue eyes scanned him up and down again, her gaze seeming to linger on his face for a moment longer.
Lorne subconsciously touched his face. Strangely enough, lately, many people have been looking at him like that.
"Your tone is strange. There's no one else here," Sharon said softly, her voice declarative.
"I—" Lorne was momentarily speechless. He had subconsciously switched into James Scott's state again and hadn't been able to switch back for a moment.
"It really is the 'liberals' who have arrived," Sharon said without pressing further.
"The hedonists—" Lorne lowered his head slightly, beginning to ponder. After a moment, he looked up and asked, "What kind of enemy?"
"We've worked together before, you know that—" He shrugged, preemptively offering a warning, "Although my rank isn't low, my direct combat ability—is quite average."
Wearing a black court dress, Sharon calmly replied, "You only need to be my assistant."
"Surround and kill one, a Sequence 5 Extraordinary."
"Sequence 5?" Lorne was slightly surprised. "With your strength, an ordinary Sequence 5 shouldn't be a match for you, right?"
"He has a sealing artifact that is very effective against me," Sharon replied calmly without much expression. "The person in charge of this matter is indeed a high-ranking powerhouse."
But he had already been led away elsewhere by the arrangements that Marich and I had made beforehand.
"Therefore, the main threat now is only that Sequence 5 Extraordinary."
"What kind of help do you think I can offer you?" Lorne asked curiously.
"You're special," Sharon said succinctly. "You can sense my presence to some extent. And that Sequence 5 is also a vengeful spirit."
"Wraith" — Lorne immediately thought of his experience dealing with "Blood General" Señor.
One's own "premonition of disaster" inherently possesses a certain degree of predictability. If combined with the enhanced perception effect brought by the forced calm ring, it can barely be considered a "human radar."
"What kind of compensation?"
"What do you want?" Sharon countered.
"Money," Lorne said without hesitation.
He's been facing a lot of trouble lately. But ultimately, many of these problems boil down to one thing: poverty! If he had enough gold, both the gun factory's problems and his own promotion could be easily resolved.
Lorne sized up the other person's attire. The exquisitely crafted, high-quality Gothic court dress looked very expensive. Add to that the 2000-pound bodyguard fee, and a Sequence 5 powerhouse who had long roamed the extraordinary realm shouldn't be short of money, right?
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However, upon hearing Lorne's words, Sharon's exquisitely doll-like face broke down for once. Her gaze lowered slightly, as if she were somewhat embarrassed, even—with a hint of awkwardness.
Contrary to what Lorne had imagined, she didn't have much money. Or rather, she was actually—quite poor.
Although the "Temperance" movement advocates a life of simplicity and few desires, she herself doesn't need cosmetics, skincare products, or other miscellaneous things. It can be said that apart from a few Gothic court dresses she wore to commemorate her teacher, she basically had no other expenses.
However, as an extraordinary individual who has been on the run for many years, most of her wealth was left in the Southern Continent, or was exhausted during her escape. Her current life with Marich can be described as quite impoverished.
Recently, in order to purchase a magical item, she, who usually dislikes being in the public eye, even had to "work" outside. This is why she accepted Lorne's high-risk commission.
Uh?
Meeting Lorne's questioning gaze, Sharon felt somewhat embarrassed. She remained silent for a moment before softly saying in her still cool but seemingly unsure voice, "—Could you perhaps make a different request?"