bookbashuk Chapter 182 Oh my~ What a coincidence!
Chapter 182 Oh my~ What a coincidence!
Chapter 182 Oh my~ What a coincidence!
After parting ways with that woman, Lorne deliberately took several long detours to make sure no one was following him before cautiously...
We returned to the building where the cheap hotel was located.
He gently knocked on the door, following the rhythmic code he had agreed upon with Danitz.
Soon, the door was pulled open from the inside.
"Brando! You're finally back!" Danitz breathed a sigh of relief and complained when he saw the familiar figure in a top hat and trench coat at the door.
However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly froze.
He took a closer look at the face outside the door and realized—it wasn't Brando at all!
"Shit! Who are you?!"
Danitz's body tensed instantly, and he reacted by jumping backward to create distance. At the same time, he rubbed his palm together and created a small, orange-red fireball that emitted a scorching heat.
"It's me," Lorne said helplessly in his original voice.
Upon hearing this, Danitz paused slightly, his hand still rubbing the fireball.
Lorne glanced around, and after confirming it was safe, he immediately slipped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Meow?!"
Rachi, who had been sleeping on the bed, was also awakened by the commotion. It jumped off the bed, but upon seeing Lorne, it showed obvious confusion and even arched its back warily.
In front of the two of them, Lorne raised his hand and took the "disguise cufflink" from his sleeve.
As he withdrew his spirituality, a slight distortion emanated from the subtly altered muscles and bones on his face, which quickly and successfully reverted to his original appearance.
"Brando?! It really is you—" Danitz finally recognized him, breathed a sigh of relief, and extinguished the fireball in his hand.
"Meow." Rachi recognized her owner's scent, walked over, and rubbed her head against his trouser leg.
Lorne briefly explained to Danitz that he had purchased and used the "disguise cufflinks".
Even Danitz and Laki, the two people who know me best, didn't recognize me at first glance—was that woman on the street just a coincidence?
He suppressed the thought for the time being and told Danitz about the group of Storm Church "Punishers" he had seen on the street earlier.
"I have a feeling that their operation this time is very likely related to us." Lorne's expression became extremely solemn.
"But why?" Lorne asked, somewhat puzzled. "The matter of who cheated Tracy out of her bounty is at most a case of pirates fighting each other. Why would the Storm Church get involved?"
At that moment, Danitz seemed to suddenly remember something and slapped his forehead.
"Shit!" he yelled. "I remember now! That guy named Alger—he seems to have some official connections!"
"What?!" Lorne's pupils constricted sharply. "Why didn't you say something so important sooner?!"
"I—" Danitz looked somewhat embarrassed and explained guiltily, "There are quite a few pirates at sea who have some kind of ambiguous relationship with the Storm Church. I... I thought at the time that he was at most a high-ranking informant, and shouldn't pose any major problems, so—I didn't say anything—"
Looking at his expression, Lorne was furious and said in an icy tone:
"I think you've been blinded by that ten thousand pounds!"
After hiding in that cheap hotel for two more days in fear, Lorne finally decided to go out one more time to check out the situation outside himself.
To be honest, he had actually considered giving the "disguise cufflink" to Danitz so that he could go out and gather information.
However, considering that the effect of the "disguised cufflinks" is only a "minor cosmetic procedure" and might not be able to fool those experienced "punishers," and that Danitz's face is too recognizable in the pirate world, after much deliberation, it was decided that it would be less risky for him, a "new face," to personally take the plunge.
This time, Lorne's goal was very clear.
He cautiously approached the house that he had previously blasted into ruins with his "Explosion" spell.
His former hideout was now nothing but charred ruins. He didn't approach, but merely observed it from a distance.
It was soon discovered that there were indeed many traces of human exploration left around the ruins.
After confirming that a "substitute" had indeed been there, he dared not linger any longer and immediately turned and left.
On his way back to the hotel, Lorne hesitated for a moment as he passed through a certain area.
He arrived at the street where Roy King's house was located.
I forgot to ask in my haste last time. Perhaps—Roy King might know a way to leave Bayam safely.
This time, I'm not here to see him about potions; I'm just seeking help. I think—it should be fine, right? Lorne thought to himself.
Thanks to Roy King's house being in a relatively secluded location with few people around, Lorne turned into an empty alley, removed the "disguise cufflink" that was constantly draining his spiritual energy, restored his original appearance, and then walked up to the front of Roy King's house.
He gathered his thoughts, raised his hand, and gently knocked on the door.
"Thump...thump thump."
However, after knocking for a while, there was still no response from inside the room.
Aren't you home?
Lorne sighed, somewhat disappointed. He glanced at the closed door, but ultimately decided to turn around and leave.
And behind that tightly closed door.
In the living room, Roy King stood motionless in the shadows of the curtains, holding his breath, until he saw Lorne's figure with his own eyes.
It disappeared completely at the end of the street.
He could clearly feel that the faint sense of "misfortune" that had been lingering in his heart was slowly dissipating as that person moved away.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
"throat-.-"
"Finally gone—"
As noon approached, Lorne, having reattached his "disguise cufflinks," wandered aimlessly through the streets, pondering his next move.
Just then, a restaurant that looked quite luxurious came into his view.
The gleaming glass doors, the greeters in sharp uniforms at the entrance, and the faint, melodious violin music emanating from inside all highlight the "high-end" atmosphere of this place.
Lorne stopped in his tracks.
Adventurers and pirates would rarely patronize such restaurants. They usually find food in noisy taverns.
Therefore, this place should be relatively safe.
Moreover, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever eaten at such a high-end place since I transmigrated to this world.
To relieve some of the recent stress, Lorne straightened his trench coat, pushed open the heavy glass door, and went inside.
"Hello sir, do you have a reservation?" A waiter in a tuxedo immediately greeted him with a smile.
Lorne shook his head.
The waiter subtly glanced at Lorne's attire a few times.
Trench coat and top hat—both their demeanor and attire are completely out of place with the regulars here.
His smile remained unchanged as he led Lorne to a dimly lit, somewhat secluded corner.
Lorne didn't say anything, but took the beautifully printed menu with gold lettering from the waiter and started reading it.
He glanced at it, and the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably.
What the heck?! This is way too expensive!
A seemingly ordinary bottle of wine costs over a hundred pounds!
There's also a set meal that includes steak, side dishes, and dessert, which costs twenty pounds!
Has the cost of living in the colonies reached this level? — I guess even upscale restaurants in Backlund are only this expensive.
Lorne looked at the menu, trying hard to control his facial expression so as not to look like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Finally, after a "difficult" decision, Lorne ordered a relatively "cheap" set meal worth ten pounds: a Dagia short rib, an ice cream dessert, and a glass of champagne.
While waiting for the food to be served, Lorne idly made a joke at his own expense.
Perhaps, later I can act like a real bully, finding fault with a few dishes and then dine and dash?
Just then, a familiar, captivating, and peculiar fragrance wafted from behind him without warning.
Immediately afterwards, a soft, charming voice, tinged with laughter, rang in his ears.
"Oh my, what a coincidence!"
"Sir, if you don't mind, could we share a table?"