MM Racing Chapter 152 Roy King: I feel a chill down my spine.
Chapter 152 Roy King: I feel a chill down my spine.
Chapter 152 Roy King: I feel a chill down my spine.
After a brief moment of excitement, Lorne quickly calmed down. A question uncontrollably popped into his mind: the sequence name "Cataclysm Priest" sounded ominous. Could this sequence really bring disaster?
After all, the "Cataclysmic Priest" had indeed died at sea, and Lorne, recalling his own experiences along the way, couldn't help but shudder.
"Forget it, I'll think about this after I get promoted. In any case, it's always good to get promoted and improve my strength."
He put that problem aside for the time being and continued to claim the remaining items.
Ultimately, he successfully determined the origin of two more characteristics: one came from the curly-haired baboon that was suspected of being struck by lightning.
One is Sequence 5 "Chaos Mentor" from the "Lawyer" pathway. The other comes from a strange bird's body and is Sequence 6.
The "recorder".
There were three traits left, and his attempt to claim them failed. However, Lorne was quite accepting of the outcome, as claiming was not the same as identification, and this result was already quite good.
Considering the limited time and the possibility of Danitz returning at any moment, he did not continue his research.
He put all the properties and materials back into the storage space of "Cube 3", then removed the spiritual wall of the room and pretended that nothing had happened.
About half an hour later, Danitz returned.
"How is it?" Lorne asked immediately.
"It's alright." Danitz took off his coat, picked up the wine on the table, and took a swig. "The martial law that Bayam is talking about doesn't seem as serious as we thought. The Storm Church is focusing most of its efforts on the sea. Things are fine in the city; there haven't been any large-scale search operations."
He paused and then added, "But because of the Church of Storms, the dock area is still under martial law."
Their ships have occupied many berths, which has led to a sharp reduction in passenger ferry services, making it virtually impossible to buy a ticket and leave.
After listening, Lorne pondered for a moment and asked, "What about the Extraordinary Gathering? Is it still being held?"
"Yes, there is, but—" Danitz frowned, "Brando, although the situation in Bayam seems alright for now, it's best if you don't go out and wander around."
"I understand the logic—" Lorne sighed.
He recalled his ominous premonition, the feeling that he was being watched, which hadn't faded in the past few days; in fact, it had become increasingly clear. He had to do something.
"But if we stay here and do nothing, we'll probably just be waiting to die."
"I need something to protect myself."
Upon hearing this, Danitz fell silent. After a moment, he cursed, "Shit, you always have a knack for overthinking."
Although he really wanted to tell them that they were safe and there was nothing to worry about,
But considering Lorne's somewhat eccentric "lucky guy" status and his past keen intuition, Danitz had to carefully consider the issues he raised.
In the end, he was persuaded by Lorne.
That evening, under Danitz's cover, Lorne donned an iron mask that covered most of his face and infiltrated a small gathering of extraordinary individuals held in an underground wine cellar.
The atmosphere at the gathering was somewhat oppressive; everyone wore masks and spoke in hushed tones, clearly influenced by the tense situation in the city.
Lorne blended into the crowd, not standing out at all.
He kept a low profile at the gathering; he didn't sell potion recipes or extraordinary properties, which would have attracted too much attention—
These are extraordinary times. Although dangerous for wild extraordinary individuals, they are also a good time to fish in troubled waters.
Many gangs enjoy attacking lone wild extraordinary individuals and, to some extent, framing the authorities, turning these incidents into unsolved mysteries that are impossible to verify.
Danitz had previously told Lorne many related stories, and before attending the party, he had given Lorne a few specific instructions...
Lorne wasn't one to like being high-profile, so this time he simply sold a few common materials and got some cash.
Then, he spent several hundred pounds to successfully buy two talismans containing the "burst" effect, as well as a "disguise" talisman that could change appearance and body shape.
According to the seller, the power of the "Explosion" talisman is likely equivalent to that of a small-caliber artillery shell.
The "disguise" talisman is somewhat useless. As the name suggests, it can change the user's appearance, but it's a one-time use talisman. In other words, once you use it, you can't change back.
Moreover, this kind of "talisman" is a hot-selling item, very expensive, and there is only one available. Lorne bought it by paying extra several times.
Buying these two items at such an extraordinary time doesn't seem out of place.
The "Explosion" talisman was used to compensate for his lack of offensive capabilities; as for the disguise talisman—
To be honest, Lorne still cherishes this face. After all, he has been living with this face ever since he transmigrated, and there are still many things in Backlund that require this face.
After all, if he really wanted to manufacture weapons, the shares in the arms factories that the original owner inherited would still be very useful.
But—just like when he encountered a shipwreck and met Tracy, who can predict what might happen?
Lorne thought to himself, if he really encountered such an emergency, he could simply change his appearance.
Compared to life, a face is nothing.
The transactions continued, some successful and some unsuccessful—just as the party was about to end, a hoarse, seemingly female voice rang out against the noisy background.
"Does anyone have Emperor Roselle's notes? I'm willing to pay a high price." The speaker was a person sitting in the shadows in a corner.
She was wearing a long, black dress that covered her up completely, and a simple white mask.
Russell's Notes Lorne's attention was instantly drawn to it.
But after a moment, he shook his head—he had indeed written quite a few diaries about Russell, but unfortunately, those few pages of Russell's romantic escapades had sunk to the bottom of the sea along with his suitcase.
Unless he writes it down on the spot, he simply can't produce it right now.
"If only I had written a couple of pages during my free time these past two days," Lorne thought to himself with regret.
Seeing no response, the woman wearing the white mask seemed somewhat disappointed. She paused for a moment, then spoke again: "If no one is selling, I also have three pages of Emperor Roselle's notes. Are you interested in exchanging or buying them?"
Lorne made his judgment in his mind: "A very enthusiastic Roselle enthusiast."
He was somewhat tempted, after all, there weren't many fans of Emperor Roselle at sea, and what if the diary contained some secrets related to "time travel"?
As a former time traveler, Lorne was quite interested in Russell's diary.
After a brief moment of deliberation, Lorne raised his hand.
"I'm somewhat interested, but I'd like to read a page of the diary first."
You know, there are far too many fake Russell's notebooks on the market.
"Okay." The woman agreed to Lorne's request without much hesitation.
A moment later, with the help of a waiter, a copy of Russell's diary was handed to Lorne.
"July 19th, the night of the Blood Moon." Mr. "The Gate's" answer confirmed one thing for me: the second blasphemous tablet I saw within that ancient, secretive organization was not complete!
Lorne, who had been blaspheming the stone tablet, subconsciously swallowed. This diary was extraordinary; it was of very high quality!
No, it can't be too obvious.
Lorne suppressed his excitement, casually flipped through the pages a couple of times, and said in a calm voice.
"I feel there shouldn't be any problems, we can close the deal."
"Okay." The masked woman glanced at Lorne's reaction a few times, then nodded.
The party was pretty much over after Lorne spent over ten pounds to buy the diary.
With the help of the waiters, everyone left in batches.
Watching Lorne's departing figure, the masked woman seemed lost in thought.
Is he just a Russell enthusiast—or is it "How was the experience?"
After Lorne came out, he circled around a few times and successfully met up with Danitz.
"The 'Explosion' spell? That thing isn't even as good as my fireball—" Danitz scoffed at Lorne's acquisition.
"There's also the 'Disguise' talisman. The captain has researched that thing; it exerts intense pressure on the user's face, with a chance of causing death. And each person can only use it once at most, otherwise their head will explode from the strain."
Danitz sighed slightly when he saw that Lorne had been tricked.
"If I had known, I would have gone with you."
Lorne didn't say much after hearing this: "Forget it, when it really comes down to changing our tune, it'll probably be an emergency, and we'll have to use it no matter how risky it is."
He paused for a moment and continued, "I've bought the things, and I plan to visit Roy King in a couple of days."
"The eyes should be——
Roy King, who was leisurely eating dinner at Bayam’s house, suddenly put down his knife and fork and frowned.
Why do I feel a chill down my spine?