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Chapter 265 Hugh: What are you doing?
Chapter 265 Hugh: What are you doing?
Acting—it's so tiring—
Klein lay sprawled on the bed, not wanting to move a single finger.
After his short vacation, his mission resumed. The mysterious investment genius who had risen to fame in Backlund's high society, Mr. "Lastig," was back in action.
His recent task has been to constantly hint to greedy wealthy merchants and nobles that a newly established mining company possesses significant positive news.
He has already hinted at it to several groups of people.
Meanwhile, the society's propaganda machine was also fully mobilized, riding this wave. All sorts of rumors, both true and false, were already quietly spreading within Backlund's high society.
In the past two days, several nobles and members of parliament have expressed their strong interest in the mining company to him through various channels, hoping to purchase shares or so-called "original shares" of the shell company through him.
Charles's instruction to him was to keep them hanging for now. Wait until the matter gained more traction before arranging a meeting between them and the mining company representatives. This way, the share value could be driven up even further. After all, scarcity drives up value; the more people know about it, the more people will want a piece of the pie. It would be perfect for a "highest bidder wins" scenario.
As more people participate in the bidding, more upper-class individuals will be drawn into the storm, and the mission will be more effective.
"I'm so tired—so really tired—"
This exhaustion was not only physical, but also mental. Although those interested in the mining company were all wealthy and influential people from the upper class, Klein still felt a pang of conscience watching them fall step by step into the trap he had set.
Although, he was also caught in a situation beyond his control—
"They're all from the upper class, with deep pockets, they won't go bankrupt so easily—" Klein reassured himself.
He forced himself to turn his thoughts to the positive.
"Think about it—think about the good thing, I got a Blasphemy card!"
That bookmark, obtained with the help of "Miss Justice" from the Russell memorial exhibition, is the legendary "Blasphemy Card."
"I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had time to study it carefully. Why don't I do it now?" This thought successfully dispelled some of my fatigue.
With that thought in mind, he leaped out of bed, took four steps backward, and arrived above the gray fog.
"Huh, what's this?"
He had barely sat down above the gray fog when he noticed a phantom, deep red star quietly lighting up beside him.
"I'm not a member of the Tarot Club —"
Leaning back slightly, Klein extended his left hand, his fingertips gently touching the unfamiliar star with wisps of spiritual energy.
The scene around him suddenly changed, and he saw a brown-haired woman lying on the ground, seemingly struggling to survive.
"Isn't this—Lorne Disenke's pen pal?"
"Could it be because of her prayer last time that she developed some kind of special connection with the gray fog?" Klein recalled the scene when Leonard prayed to "The Fool" in despair during his last battle with Leonard. Because of the urgency at the time, he didn't have time to pay attention to it.
Afterwards, he made a point of checking on her safety, and once he confirmed she was alright, he didn't think about it anymore. Unexpectedly, she has now contacted the Gray Mist again—
Klein listened intently and quickly made out the other person's intermittent pleas: "Help—Help—"
"Help me—"
"Lorne—where are you?"
"Come quickly—"
"Help me?" Judging from her appearance, it seemed like she was about to lose control—Klein observed her carefully for several seconds.
At the same time, he keenly sensed that a faint, illusory, almost imperceptible whisper was lingering around the other person.
"Lorne? Can Lorne Disenke save her?" He leaned forward slightly, looking closely at the screen, only to find that there was only the other person in the room, and the ever-present Lorne Disenke was nowhere to be seen.
"What should we do? She seems to be dying. Can we save her by using the power of the gray mist to stop her delirium?"
"Even if I could—" Klein was caught in a deep dilemma.
The other person seems to have such a good relationship with that Lorne Disenke, so he's definitely not someone to be trifled with.
If I save her, it will definitely create unnecessary entanglements with Lorne Disenke again.
If Mr. Fool is seen through by the other party—
"Sigh, forget it, let's save people first—" Klein finally tried to convince himself.
"If we save her, we might be able to get more information about Lorne Disenk from her and find out more about that guy—yes, that's it."
Under the crimson moonlight, Lorne arrived near the apartment where Fors rented.
Even after traveling for so long, he still couldn't get used to the counterintuitive moonlight of this world.
Logically speaking, moonlight is reflected sunlight, and under normal circumstances, it shouldn't maintain this ominous color for a long time.
Could it be that there's some extraordinary factor involved? Or perhaps there's something unclean on that moon?
"arrive.
He arrived downstairs at Fors's apartment building.
"Coming to a single woman's house in the dead of night—" He rubbed his nose, "acting like I care about her a lot—"
"well----"
With a sigh, Lorne finally stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock".
No response —
"Knock knock knock".
Still no response —
After knocking three times, there was still no response from inside the door.
"Hugh might have gone to the East End and isn't home. But Fors—" Lorne's unease grew stronger. He took a coin out of his pocket and tossed it gently into the air.
The coin tumbled in the air before landing tails up in his palm.
Damn! Something's happened!
Damn it, what I feared most has come to pass!
He looked up and surveyed the house.
"A window—yes, a window!" His gaze finally settled on a half-open window on the second floor.
"call----"
Lorne took a deep breath, took a few steps back, then suddenly took a running start and leaped forward!
"Fors—Fors!"
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Lorne lowered his voice and called out, while cautiously looking around.
But no matter how he shouted, there was no response from anyone in the room.
"No, there are residual spiritual reactions around, there must be someone here—"
With a slightly uneasy feeling, Lorne hurried to the living room.
The scene before him made his heart sink.
He saw the overturned coffee table, the tilted sofa, and books and papers scattered all over the floor. And in the center of this mess, he saw Fors lying motionless on the floor.
"Fors? Fors!" Lorne called out twice more, but Fors on the ground remained motionless.
"No way—it's already—" A bad feeling instantly welled up in his heart.
He suppressed his heart palpitations and moved forward with trembling steps, inching forward step by step, while reaching into his robes.
An out-of-control extraordinary being could potentially turn into a monster!
Even after they got close to Fors, the other party didn't make a move.
He crouched down, leaned closer, and examined it carefully.
He is breathing.
He heard faint but fairly even breathing sounds.
He reached out again and touched Fors's cheek.
Poke, poke —
Warmth
"Fors—did he just faint?"
Lorne couldn't quite understand the other person's current state. There seemed to be nothing seriously wrong, but he just couldn't wake him up no matter what he did.
After a brief moment of thought, he picked Fors up from the cold floor and gently placed her on the sofa.
Not long after he finished doing all this, Fors' eyelashes trembled a few times on the sofa. "I—I'm not dead—" Fors' eyes were still a little dazed. The experience just now had left her mind still a little confused.
"How are you?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Fors froze. She slowly turned her head and saw Lorne standing beside her.
"Hey—are you alright? Can you talk?" Seeing that she was just staring at him without saying anything, Lorne asked again.
Fors didn't answer, she just stared at him blankly, a layer of crystal-clear mist quickly filling her eyes.
"It's too late—" Her lips moved, but the sound was barely audible.
"What?"
"You're too late!"
Fors suddenly sat up, threw herself into Lorne's arms, and burst into tears.
"Idiot! Why—why couldn't you have come sooner?!"
Fors choked back tears, sobbing intermittently, her fists weakly pounding his back, as if trying to vent all her fear, grievances, and lingering dread.
Scalding tears quickly soaked the front of Lorne's clothes.
I've been targeted by an unknown, hidden entity and become a member of a secret organization. From now on—I'll have to bear the heavy burden of constantly hiding and deceiving my friends.
The male protagonist in the novel always appears out of nowhere at the most crucial moment.
But why—why are you late?
If Lorne hadn't come, Fors might not have reacted so strongly. But the moment she saw Lorne appear, all the grievances, fears, and helplessness in her heart could no longer be contained, and they erupted hysterically like a flood bursting its banks.
"Come early—"
Lorne was completely bewildered by the situation. A girl had suddenly thrown herself into his arms and burst into tears—he had never experienced anything like it before. For a moment, he froze, utterly at a loss.
Should I hug her and comfort her, or let her calm down first, or maybe pat her head or something?
"Click."
Just then, a crisp sound of a key turning in the lock came from the doorway.
"Fors, I'm late! It's a full moon today, are you alright—"
Hugh's voice came from the entrance hall.
When she hurried into the living room, the scene before her froze her in place. She saw her best friend nestled in the arms of her savior, surrounded by scattered books, an overturned coffee table, and a chaotic living room—
She covered her mouth in disbelief and said, "You—you people—"
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