svetikya Chapter 322 I am your creditor now
Chapter 322 I am your creditor now
Chapter 322 I am your creditor now
"Uh—let's add a few greetings first."
"Just add 'hello,' and 'I have no ill intentions'—" He muttered to himself, as if trying to save face.
As a former "Church of Calamity," he was accustomed to assuming all the unknown as dangerous. But this time, his curiosity overcame his mere vigilance.
"After all, I just want to find out the truth, not to be his enemy."
He picked up another coin and tossed it into the air. Watching it spin on the table and land heads up, and with no further unusual reaction from his spiritual intuition, Lorne made up his mind. He picked up a pencil and carefully wrote those sentences on the wings of the origami crane.
"I will come to find you."
Next, we just wait.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes passed —
Everything was calm and nothing changed.
"That's strange, am I just imagining things?" Lorne frowned, picked up the origami crane, and examined it repeatedly in the sunlight outside the window.
"It can't really be just an ordinary relic, can it?"
With a touch of regret and confusion, he put the origami crane back into his personal space.
Just then, old Kohler's voice came from outside the door.
"Miss Hugh and her friend Miss Wall are here to see you."
Hugh and Fors? Lorne was somewhat surprised, but still called out, "Please have them come over."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lorne suddenly felt a strange pang of fear.
He immediately activated his spiritual vision, scanning the entire office to make sure no one else was there. Even so, he was still a little uneasy and asked in a low voice into the air, "Professor Sharon, are you there?"
"Ms. Sharon?"
The familiar black court dress was nowhere to be seen, nor were those cold, expressionless eyes fixed on him. Lorne inexplicably felt a sense of relief, and his shoulders slumped.
The pressure of having a "vengeful spirit" teacher is greater than I imagined—he thought to himself.
Two minutes later, Lorne saw Fors wearing a beige petticoat and Hugh dressed in a smart knight's outfit.
Lorne immediately put on a smile and stood up. "Ladies, it's been a long time."
Hugh blinked, looking at him with some confusion. "Didn't we just see each other a couple of days ago?"
"Doesn't this perfectly express my longing? Isn't this kind of exaggeration often used in literary works?"
Lorne made a joke, but his gaze subtly swept over the two of them.
Hugh's posture was somewhat stiff, and Fors's eyes were darting around—ah, they really were in trouble. He sat back down, clasped his hands together, and asked directly, "Let me guess, you two are in trouble?"
"Um----"
Hugh and Fors exchanged a glance. Then, somewhat embarrassed, Hugh said, "Scott, could you—could you lend us some money?"
"Money?" Lorne raised an eyebrow; this was a direction he hadn't considered.
"That's how it is—"
"I see. Fors, you found the formula and the main ingredients of the sheriff in a new circle."
"And the price is very affordable, but you don't have enough money."
Lorne concluded, while inwardly complaining.
Why are so many people borrowing money from me now that I've just started to have some? — This is true for Danitz, and it's true for the two ladies as well.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Fors with slight surprise. Hugh was a bounty hunter, his income unstable, and poverty was probably the norm. But Fors—she was a bestselling author, surely she had some savings?
"Uh—" Fors blushed under his gaze and awkwardly turned her head away. She couldn't very well say that all her money had gone down the drain in the stock market; that would be too embarrassing.
Wait, will I be seen as a woman who can't save money at all? She felt inexplicably flustered.
They had actually considered asking Miss Audrey, but they had already incurred her favor because of Scott's matter, and were too embarrassed to ask again.
The special properties and formulas being sold at this "Tarot Club" were at a very reasonable price, and Fors really didn't want to waste this opportunity.
After much thought, Scott, a friend with whom I had a good relationship and who seemed to be very wealthy, was the most suitable candidate.
"Okay, I understand." Lorne nodded. "It's a rare opportunity, of course we have to seize it."
"You need to borrow 500 pounds—"
"I can lend you money."
"Really?!" Hugh and Fors both showed excited expressions.
"However—" Lorne waved his hand, "I have one condition."
"Conditions?!" The two of them immediately tensed up.
“That’s right,” Lorne explained. “I recently bought a house, so I’m a bit strapped for cash and don’t have much disposable income.”
A house? Scott really bought a house? Was it because of that party? Hugh recalled their conversation the day he taught the other person to dance. Scott said he would buy a house when he had time, but he didn't expect him to buy one so soon.
"Um—what are the conditions?" Fors asked cautiously.
"I've recently gotten myself into another mess," Lorne sighed.
"Why does Scott always get himself into trouble?" Hugh and Fors thought at the same time upon hearing this.
Next, Lorne briefly told the two about the discovery of Will Angsaijan's body a few days earlier.
Of course, he only gave a general overview of the situation, saying that a friend of his had been possessed in a dream and then unearthed a corpse. After all, this matter could very well involve the existence of higher-order beings, and he was afraid that going into too much detail would frighten the two ladies.
The little boy who appeared in a dream—this is excellent material! Fors's writer's instincts were immediately triggered, his eyes lit up slightly, he temporarily forgot about borrowing money, and began to conceive a plot in his mind.
"In short," Lorne concluded, "I might be getting extra attention from the official Extraordinary members lately," and given my own reputation, it probably won't be convenient for me to personally attend Extraordinary gatherings anytime soon.
"But I have some things I need to sell, so I need your help."
"Help us sell extraordinary items? Sure, we can help." Fors immediately agreed, and Hugh nodded vigorously beside her. This was more acceptable to them than lending money directly.
"Alright, please wait a moment." Lorne said, getting up and leaving the office to go into the adjacent cubicle. He took the opportunity to retrieve a sealed tin box from his personal storage space, then returned to the two ladies with the box in his arms.
"Inside are the fruits of the Elder Tree," he explained. These were extraordinary materials he had obtained on that primitive island, and it had taken him considerable effort to determine their types and approximate value.
"It's probably worth around 500 pounds."
This is the price at sea; in Backlund, there should be a corresponding premium—thinking of this, Lorne added, "Considering the market, I hope you can sell it for no less than £530."
"If you factor in any potential premium, even if it sells for over six hundred pounds, I estimate there will still be buyers. In short, I only want five hundred pounds; the extra amount is your payment."
"No! No need!" Upon hearing this, Hugh and Fors waved their hands repeatedly.
"No need for any compensation or anything like that."
They were already very grateful that Scott lent them money, so how could they possibly ask for anything in return?
Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, Lorne smiled and didn't insist any further.
"By the way, Fors," he said, as if suddenly remembering something, looking at the writer, "how's your full moon eating language going? Has it gotten worse?"
"This—" Fors's expression froze. Seeing Hugh looking at her with suspicion, she still forced a smile and said, "It hasn't gotten worse, in fact—the symptoms have even lessened quite a bit."
"Yeah----"
"Oh, right! Actually, something else happened recently!" Fors quickly changed the subject, afraid that Lorne would continue to ask about the details.
"I met—Mrs. Anlisa's husband's brother, a gentleman named Lawrence."
She quickly recounted her encounter with Lawrence, who resembled someone from the Abraham family, and how he entrusted her with his extraordinary traits and notes before his death.
"Could they be from the Abraham family?" Lorne's curiosity was piqued.
"Hmm." Fors nodded. "But I didn't ask any further questions. Mr. Lawrence seems very cautious about family matters. I've only met him twice, and I was afraid of upsetting him, so I didn't ask too many questions—who would have thought that this time, he would—"
As she spoke, Fors lowered her head, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Seeing that Fors was in low spirits, Lorne and Hugh didn't ask any more questions.
After another ten seconds or so, Lorne spoke, "This entrustment is also an opportunity. Mr. Lawrence is entrusting you with his extraordinary qualities, which shows that he fully trusts you."
He looked at Fors and said with certainty, "My intuition tells me that this commission could be of great help to your future."
"Really?"
"Of course. My intuition is very accurate." He looked Fors and Hughes over carefully again, then put on that slightly teasing smile again.
"Alright, ladies, keep up the good work. Don't forget, from now on, I'm your creditor."
After accepting the fact that Will Onsett was dead and undergoing some psychological counseling, Dr. Allen finally managed to regain his composure.
"What's wrong?" He heard some noise coming from the bedroom.
He had barely finished speaking when his wife came out of the bedroom, clutching her stomach and frowning. "Honey, my stomach—it hurts a little."
"Do you have a cold?" Dr. Allen asked with concern. It's flu season, and the hospital has seen many patients with similar symptoms.
"I don't know either, it just hurts for no reason." Cold sweat beaded on his wife's forehead. "And—I feel a little panicked."
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