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Chapter 295 Fors is not a philanderer
Chapter 295 Fors is not a philanderer
"Eastern Hero, James Scott —"
Hugh and Fors also saw the latest edition of the Backlund Daily News, and the headline on the front page featured the very person they knew and worried about.
"Great! Scott's been released!"
"And he's become a hero!" Hugh exclaimed, looking at the slightly blurry photo in the newspaper.
"This could be new material for a novel —"
Fors's writer's instincts kicked in immediately; his eyes lit up, and his mind began to conjure up a dramatic plot. A seemingly ordinary factory owner, secretly a righteous and exceptionally skilled hero, transforming into a guardian of darkness at night—what an appealing premise!
But a moment later, as if remembering something, she puffed out her cheeks slightly, put her arms on her hips, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction and annoyance, "However! This guy actually lied to us! He clearly said he didn't do anything, that he was just passing by, but in reality, he broke into that gangster villa called Kapin all by himself!"
"Maybe—he just doesn't want us to worry," Hugh said, scratching his head and instinctively defending Lorne.
"Hmph!" Fors's cheeks puffed out even more, clearly not entirely buying the explanation.
Seeing his friend's expression, Xiu was a little confused.
When did Fors's relationship with Scott become so... delicate? Although Scott saved her, Fors had always been wary of him before, but now she felt...
She suddenly remembered that on the day of the full moon, when she returned home exhausted after completing her mission, she saw Fors crying in Scott's arms.
At the time, they explained that it was because Fors was having a full moon babbling episode, and Scott had saved her, so Fors was emotionally agitated and threw herself into Mr. Scott's arms for comfort.
Could it be that this isn't the truth? Hugh silently observed his sulking friend.
"Such a big thing happened and they didn't even tell us. They definitely don't consider us friends!" Fors was still complaining quietly, but Hugh's thoughts had already drifted away.
Could it be that—Fors—she has feelings for Scott—
Fors is a sensitive person, and Scott has rescued her twice; it seems quite reasonable for Fors to have some feelings about it.
"No, that's impossible." Hugh shook his head violently, trying to shake off the somewhat absurd thought.
"Fors isn't that kind of person."
She thought of Fors's pen pal with whom she had always had a close relationship. Fors's behavior clearly indicated that she was interested in that pen pal.
They had gone on a "date" not long ago. Fors came back drunk that day, boasting that they had visited the Roselle exhibition together, where she had collected many valuable materials, and that they had also gone to a very upscale restaurant for dinner.
Although Fors usually acts a bit eccentric, Hugh knows very well that Fors may occasionally have some infatuated fantasies, but she is definitely not a womanizer.
She still trusted her friend's character.
"Um, Fors—" Hugh said hesitantly, interrupting Fors's complaint.
"What should we do next?"
"Should we—go and thank Miss Audrey?"
"Miss Audrey—" Fors pondered, resting her chin on her hand, "That's true. Scott's quick release and sudden heroism must have involved some high-level maneuvering. Miss Audrey must have helped him."
"We really should thank her."
"Should we go and tell Scott first?" Hugh suggested. "He should know about this."
"And—" Hugh said somewhat embarrassedly, "we actually can't give Miss Audrey any suitable gift in return."
"But Scott is a powerful Extraordinary being, and perhaps—he can give Miss Audrey some Extraordinary knowledge that might interest her."
"Hmm, that makes sense." Forl thought of Miss Audrey's keen interest in the occult and her "curious" demeanor, and nodded in agreement.
"Then let's go visit Scott first."
"I also have something I'd like to ask him about," Hugh added in a low voice.
"Oh? What is it?" Fors turned his head curiously.
"The masked man issued a mission, asking us to gather information about a ghost."
"It is said that on the night of the explosion at the Capin villa, a ghost wearing armor appeared at the scene."
Scott went to rescue people that day, and may have seen the ghost.
"I see." Fors nodded slightly.
"Oh, right, Fors," Hugh said, then remembered something else, "there's another task for me. Could you help me find out something in your circle?"
"What mission?" Fors asked.
"Someone is offering a large reward for information about an organization related to tarot cards."
"Tarot cards?!" Fors's pupils suddenly contracted.
July 23rd.
My situation is getting more and more complicated, and many forces are making moves.
Damn it, can't we find any reliable allies? That Zarathustra guy, who knows where he's run off to again.
Another full moon, and once again I contacted Mr. Door, listening to his stories of the Quaternary period. I asked him about the Zarathustra family.
He told me with a smile that he and Zarathustra were colleagues at the beginning of the Quaternary period.
Of course, I know that Mr. Door was probably referring to old Zarathustra, and not to some incredibly charlatan.
Mr. Men said that the Zarathustra family had served the Black Emperor Solomon for generations with unwavering loyalty. Even during the turbulent years following the destruction of the First Solomon Empire, they remained devoted to that emperor and held important positions in the later-rebuilt Second Solomon Empire. It was during this period that he ended his working relationship with the elder Zarathustra.
I asked him what the reason was, and he smiled but didn't explain in detail.
I suspect that Mr. Men may have originally been a nobleman or high-ranking official under Emperor Solomon. However, after the collapse of the First Solomon Empire, he chose to switch sides and defect to another camp. That is why he parted ways with old Zarathustra, who remained loyal to Solomon, ending their working relationship.
To be honest, based on Mr. "Men's" demonstrated knowledge and the promises he made, I was somewhat tempted. If he could return to reality, having such a powerful ally would greatly improve my situation.
He told me that a ritual would be performed to bring back the demigods who were sacrificed through three pathways: the "apprentice," the "divineer," and the "thief."
In addition, there is an even simpler method, which is—the blood of a large number of different descendants of Abraham's family.
"The value of Russell's diary this time is really high."
"Truly a treasure trove from the Mysterious Queen." Lorne put down the diary in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
He was fulfilling his deal with Bernadette, helping her translate Russell's diary. The contents of that diary truly astonished him.
"As expected, Mr. Door is related to the Abraham family. Door, Abraham, and the Full Moon Eating Language—"
"Excellent, case solved. The full moon's eating words most likely refer to this sealed door," the man announced.
"That night, I heard a cry for help." Lorne recalled the first time he helped Fors resolve the Full Moon Eating Language. "Could it be that the essence of this eating language was actually a cry for help? It's just that Fors's sequence was too low, so he couldn't even withstand the other party's cry—"
"If we can rescue him, will the full moon's delirium be completely cured?"
"Moreover, for Roselle to be so impressed, Mr. Door's strength must be boundless. The reason I'm having such a hard time is because I lack a powerful enough backer. Perhaps—I can—" En's fingers unconsciously clenched.
"Sigh—never mind. The ritual of sacrificing three demigods alone is not something I can handle on my own."
The whereabouts of Abraham's descendants are unknown.
Lorne sighed, temporarily suppressing this unrealistic idea. He picked up his pen and began translating the contents of the diary. Of course, he wouldn't translate it word for word; he would only write down the necessary content and the general meaning, thus preventing the "Mysterious Queen" from deciphering the Chinese.
"The police station is going to hold a press conference in a couple of days, and they actually want me to attend."
"Those police officers, who were cold and indifferent to me during the interrogation, are now all smiling and begging me to participate."
Ah, thinking about it, that makes sense. The Kapin case has a terrible impact and involves a wide range of people. If I hadn't stood up and said a few good words in public, praising their swift action and impartial law enforcement, wouldn't they have seemed too incompetent, or even aroused suspicion?
"That's good, maybe we can also talk about some police equipment business while we're at it."
"Ah—" Lorne stretched and stood up from his desk.
"The feeling of going from hell to heaven in an instant, that's what it's like to be a winner—not bad."
"And who knows, this might just be the beginning."
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