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Chapter 141 On the voyage
"Laki, are you feeling better?" Lorne bent down and carefully cradled the orange cat in his arms. The cabin rocked gently with the waves, making a rhythmic creaking sound.
"Meow~" Rachel drooped her head and snuggled into Lorne's arms.
"Here, have some water..." Lorne picked up a small jar of fresh water and held it to the cat's mouth.
He breathed a sigh of relief after watching the kitten lick itself a few times with its tongue: "It's alright..."
……
"I never imagined this journey would be so arduous..." Lorne sighed sincerely, holding Laki in his arms in the cockpit.
My initial purpose in coming to the sea was simply to avoid the limelight in Tingen and perhaps find some opportunities. I never expected to experience so much all at once.
I've experienced both natural disasters and man-made calamities to some extent... The inexplicable pursuit by the Rose School, and the final thunderstorm that felt even more devastating than a natural disaster, made this journey truly arduous.
"This world is too dangerous, when will I be able to go back..." Thinking of certain things, Lorne couldn't help but feel melancholy.
"Monster"... Being out of step with the world makes you a monster. This path is quite suitable for time travelers.
However, despite experiencing so many strange things, I was completely unharmed... Lorne spread his hands and looked at his palms.
Previously, I was too busy to think things through, but now, in this relatively safe environment, past doubts are being magnified.
If the "lucky one" managed to pull off this time on the original island, what about the one in Tingen before?
Back then, I was just a "machine." Although I suffered such a great disaster in the end, I was completely unharmed... Lorne rested his chin on one hand and fell into deep thought.
Could it be that the special nature of time travelers allows me to escape danger at crucial moments... or is it that I am simply invincible?
"Uh..." Lorne was startled by his own sudden thought.
While this conclusion may seem correct from a consequentialist perspective, it is still quite absurd.
"The most likely scenario is... someone is causing trouble." Lorne recalled the strange phenomena he had experienced during his time in Tingen.
"There was someone else on the island that day... I saw him..." He recalled that on that day on the primitive island, before he "howled to the sky," he seemed to see a figure.
"One..." Lorne pondered what word would be most appropriate to describe it.
"Father..." The word suddenly popped into his mind, unusually clear.
Just as Lorne was thinking, the cockpit door was pushed open with a creak.
"What brings you here?" Lorne turned around.
"Can't I come?" Tracy asked in return.
"No, I think you should continue to rest. Your injury hasn't healed yet..."
"I...I'm not as fragile as you think," Tracy whispered.
"You should eat something too..." Then, she hesitated slightly as she pulled out a bowl from behind her and handed it to Lorne.
"What you made..." Lorne took the bowl and found that the food inside was the same bread batter he had made for her before, but the appearance was even more appetizing than what he had made...
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"Hmm..." Tracy responded almost inaudibly.
It was a rare treat to have some hot food, and Lorne didn't refuse. After confirming that his spiritual intuition was normal, he picked up the spoon and took a small bite...tsk...very ordinary!
You can tell from the taste that it was made by someone who doesn't cook much...
He looked up and found Tracy staring straight at him, a strange emotion lurking beneath her deep blue eyes... like a twisted blackness.
"Thank you, it tastes good." Lorne felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, forced a smile, and gave a perfunctory compliment before quickly changing the subject:
"Before you collapsed on that island that day, did you notice anything... like other people?"
"A person?" Tracy's expectant look froze instantly; she hadn't expected the topic to turn to this.
After thinking for a moment, she shook her head: "No, I didn't see anyone."
"Is that so..." Lorne was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything.
"However, some extraordinary individuals can indeed conceal their presence," Tracy explained. "For example, the 'Spectator' and 'Assassin' pathways both possess similar abilities."
"Assassins..." Lorne suddenly sighed.
"What happened to the assassin?" Hearing his meaningful tone, Tracy was startled and quickly asked.
"No, it's nothing." Lorne shook his head, explaining in a nostalgic tone:
"I've heard that the Assassin path is very powerful, with many flashy skills. I had the opportunity to choose this path back then, but unfortunately, I missed it..."
"Are you serious?"
"Um."
"Pfft!" Tracy couldn't help but laugh, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"You want to choose the assassin, haha..."
She suddenly realized that if Lorne also chose the assassin role, it might actually be a good choice.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the 'Assassin' approach?" Lorne was puzzled by the other person's reaction.
"No, it's nothing." Tracy composed herself, her smile fading.
She looked up at Lorne and found that he seemed to know nothing at all, and a hint of relief welled up in her azure eyes.
Clearly, she didn't want Lorne to know the characteristics of this route... For the sake of the future, she felt it was necessary to ensure that Lorne would never know this.
Tie him up, tie him up... The thought popped into her head again.
"Brando..." Tracy suddenly spoke again, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet cabin.
"Hmm?" Lorne turned his head and met her probing gaze.
"You seem... hesitant?"
tsk...
Lorne pursed his lips and said jokingly, "Don't you usually call me 'feed,' 'feed' all the time? Isn't it normal for me to be a little surprised if you suddenly call me by my name?"
Tracy paused for a moment, then had to admit that it was indeed true.
She took a step forward, and the wooden planks beneath her feet made a soft creak.
"You're from Loen, right? 'Brando,' that can't be your full name, can it?"
"Just call me Brando." Lorne shrugged, somewhat guiltily avoiding her gaze.
"As for the full name, there's really no need to know it."
"It's necessary!"
Tracy looked serious. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, her azure eyes fixed on him.
"What is your full name?"
"Well……"
Perhaps intimidated by the other party's imposing presence... Lorne shrank back.
"How inexplicable..." he cursed inwardly, then spoke:
"Monkey Brando."
"Monkey Brando..." Tracy repeated softly, looking at him suspiciously. "What a strange name. Could it be a fake?"
"Wow, that's incredibly perceptive..." Lorne was somewhat surprised by the other person's intuition, and he quickly put on a poker face and said:
"How could that be? Why would I lie to you?"
"..."
Seeing the disbelieving look in the other person's eyes, Lorne continued, "Besides, a name is just a label; it doesn't have much meaning in itself."
"Speaking of which, I don't seem to know your name either," Lorne said, skillfully changing the subject.
"I..." Tracy lowered her gaze.
……
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Everyone has secrets..." Lorne comforted her, seemingly noticing Tracy's concerns.
"No..." Tracy shook her head gently, as if she had made up her mind. "My name is Tracy."
"Tracy?"
"Hmm." She looked up nervously. "Is there a problem?"
"No, it's nothing, it's a good name," Lorne complimented with a smile, but he was also thinking about it in his heart.
This name sounds familiar...