svetikya Chapter 319 The Thief's Speculation and Will's Whereabouts
Chapter 319 The Thief's Speculation and Will's Whereabouts
Chapter 319 The Thief's Speculation and Will's Whereabouts
"Self-repair—" Lorne swallowed hard.
Items capable of self-repair have never been ordinary objects since ancient times. This is true even in this world with extraordinary powers.
Having traveled through time for so long, he had never heard of any magical item that could repair itself. Although he knew that many dangerous "sealed objects" possessed the characteristic of being "alive," witnessing this scene with his own eyes still felt somewhat eerie.
"Perhaps—it's not that this monocle is special, but rather that this route is special—" Lorne thought of another possibility.
Although he had never heard of any pathway that could heal itself by consuming lower-sequence properties of the same pathway, perhaps—this was a unique ability of the "Thief" pathway?
It's common sense to use potions made with similar properties to advance in rank, so it's not impossible that "thieves" have some unknown special characteristics in this regard. After all, the concept of "theft" itself encompasses the meaning of "taking" and "possessing".
"However, if I can really get this monocle completely repaired, it will be a sure-fire deal for me," Lorne muttered to himself.
Despite the item's sinister aura, he still wanted to restore it to its original state if possible. After all, a magical item with appraisal capabilities and seemingly no serious side effects was incredibly useful!
"Perhaps I could try exploring the Amon family tomb from the Quaternary period—if I can find the 'Thief' trait on the outskirts, there might be higher sequences or related secrets deeper inside—"
"We can invite Sharon along; having two Sequence 5s together will significantly reduce the risk —"
After repeatedly confirming that the monocle was not dangerous, and after testing its diagnostic function and finding that it seemed to have recovered somewhat, he carefully put everything away from the table.
"Phew—" He leaned back in his chair wearily and let out a long sigh.
But after a moment, he seemed to remember something, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Hyor—she also seems to be an extraordinary being of the 'Thief' pathway."
"And she also has a strange teacher who seems to have disappeared—"
"When I first met Hazel, she was stealing, but it was obvious that she didn't understand the art of acting at all."
Her knowledge of the occult was even less than that of some complete beginners.
Actually, Lorne hadn't thought that far ahead at first. He only thought that Hazel's so-called teacher was just an ordinary wild extraordinary being, who might not even know the "acting method" himself, and was simply passing on his experience as a "thief" to Hazel.
But now, upon closer reflection, there are quite a few suspicious points. Even a wild Beyonder wouldn't allow someone to become an Beyonder by taking a potion without teaching them even the most basic mystical knowledge. Unless—the other party had little expectation of Hazel, this "student," from the very beginning.
Now, this new conjecture about the "thief's" route has given Lorne a new and chilling possibility.
"Ingesting low-order sequences—"
"Sigh—this world is still quite cruel."
dong dong dong.
Old Kohler's voice came from outside the door.
"Mr. Scott, someone is here to see you. It's a detective named Sherlock Moriarty."
Sherlock—is it about investing?
"Please let him in."
After a while, Sherlock Moriarty, wearing a black coat and a top hat, walked in.
Lorne greeted him and personally poured him a cup of coffee.
"Detective Moriarty, what brings you here today? Is it about the investment?" Lorne asked.
"That's part of the reason." Klein picked up his coffee, took a small sip, and told him that Charles wanted to visit him in person some time later.
"Sure. I've been here most of the time lately." Lorne readily agreed to the invitation to meet.
"Is there anything else?" He could tell that this great detective had more to do than simply deliver a message today.
"Yes." Klein's expression turned serious. "It's about Will Onsett."
"Dr. Allen contacted me again. He said he had been having nightmares again."
"Is it related to snakes?" Lorne asked.
"That's right, how did you know?" Klein asked, somewhat surprised.
"I've had similar dreams too."
Lorne didn't hide anything and briefly described the strange dream he had of a giant snake chasing a little boy.
After hearing Lorne's description, Klein nodded slightly and recounted what Dr. Allen had told him: "That little boy should be Will. Dr. Allen said that Will called out to him for help in his dream."
"Yesterday, he dreamed about her again."
"Another dream about snakes?" Lorne asked.
“No,” Klein continued, “it was Green Cemetery. He dreamt of the woods outside Green Cemetery, and Will Uncrestin was sitting under one of those strange trees, watching him quietly.”
"And then?" Lorne pressed.
Klein shook his head: "Dr. Allen's dream ended here."
"Hmm—" Lorne rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a few seconds, "And then? I guess Dr. Allen wanted to go to the scene himself, so he asked you to be his bodyguard."
He raised his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Because I've had a similar experience, you're planning to hear my opinion, and even—you're planning to have me come with you, right?"
Uh—why do I feel like you're the detective?
Klein's expression instantly turned somewhat awkward. The other party had guessed correctly.
He did feel that the risks involved were quite high. The missing Will Unsettin was likely connected to a high sequence via the "monster" pathway. He worried that he couldn't handle the risks alone, and bringing along James Scott, a capable "Eastern Hero" who was also involved in the matter, would undoubtedly make things much safer.
"That's right, exactly," Klein readily admitted. "What do you think? Would you like to come along?"
"Can I have half of your commission fee?" Lorne suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Klein was somewhat surprised.
Dr. Allen only gave me two pounds! You're the owner of a big factory, and you want to split even this small amount with me?!
"Haven't you been keeping an eye on this too?" he couldn't help but retort. Lorne waved his hand, looking indifferent.
"If you're really short of money, I—" Just as Klein gritted his teeth, forced a smile, and prepared to pay out of his own pocket.
"Oh"
Lorne suddenly chuckled softly.
"Just kidding, Detective."
"Of course I'll go."
He stood up and stretched his wrists. "After all, I'm also very interested to see what kind of conspiracy Will Onsett has in mind."
"When are we leaving?"
"Any joke about money is never funny!" Klein thought to himself, but forced a smile. "It's best that you came. If possible, we can go to Green Cemetery this afternoon to check on things."
"No problem. But I need to prepare first."
As he spoke, Lorne picked up the "Rip-off" sword that was on the table and gently wiped it clean.
Watching Lorne's movements, Klein couldn't help but cast a curious glance. The design of this gun always gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.
"Would you like one too? I can give you a friend's price," Lorne said with a smile, noticing his gaze.
"No, no need. Shotguns aren't my style." Klein quickly waved his hand, but still met Lorne's gaze and asked, "Mr. Scott, did you design this gun yourself?"
This question had been on his mind for a long time.
The gun in the other person's hand looked exactly like the kind he often saw in American movies before he transmigrated!
The structure and operation are basically the same.
Lorne paused slightly in his wiping motion, glanced at him, and replied in a flat tone, "It wasn't my design; it's a patent I bought."
Although it was bought from Lorne Disenke—he thought to himself with a grumble.
"Have you seen similar weapons before?" After answering the question, Lorne asked another question casually.
"No, no! I'm just curious about this gun. After all, as the reputation of the 'East District Hero' grows, this 'Hero's Gun' has gradually become popular in certain circles." Klein quickly came up with a reason and flattered the other party.
"They're all just empty titles." Lorne glanced at the other person again, but didn't delve any further into the topic.
Right now, Will Onsett's business is more important.
A cemetery? Could that little boy be dead?