area51novel Chapter 201 Lorne: I need to find a bodyguard
Chapter 201 Lorne: I need to find a bodyguard
Chapter 201 Lorne: I need to find a bodyguard
Seeing Mrs. Griffin's sudden seriousness, Lorne's mind sank a little.
"Little Lorne," Mrs. Griffin suddenly turned her head and said in a very calm tone, "you—are you an Extraordinary One?"
You were seen through?
Yes, we tested the waters at the beginning.
Lorne did not deny it again and simply nodded.
Mrs. Griffin's face showed an expression of "I knew it."
"You should have Sequence 7 by now, right?" she pressed.
Actually—I'm already Sequence 6, Lorne thought to himself.
Out of caution, he simply nodded again without correcting the other person's assessment.
Mrs. Griffin looked Lorne up and down again, a meaningful smile appearing on her face: "It seems that this voyage of yours is no ordinary trip."
She spoke with the air of a senior, offering advice: "Little Lorne, extraordinary beings aren't omnipotent superhumans. The risks behind this path far exceed your imagination."
Upon hearing this, Lorne felt a surge of curiosity. He tentatively asked, "Madam, what rank are you at now?"
Mrs. Griffin did not answer his question, but simply smiled and said, "That's a very impolite topic."
Lorne could only manage a weak smile.
Mrs. Griffin then recounted everything that had happened to Lorne, including how a dangerous extraordinary individual had illegally broken into the house and thoroughly searched his room, and how the dangerous individual's companion had suddenly appeared and rescued him just as she discovered him and was about to take action.
"What?" Lorne asked, somewhat surprised. "You mean, two Beyonders of considerable Sequence rank searched my room?"
"Yes, that's right." Mrs. Griffin nodded, adding, "One of them is at least Sequence 7 level. And the other is definitely higher than Sequence 7."
this.-
Lorne's expression turned somewhat serious.
He didn't care about Sequence 7. He wasn't afraid of Sequence 6 either. He had even fought head-on with the Sequence 5 "Blood General".
What truly worried him was something else entirely—that he was being targeted by someone again. And this time, it was "Lorne"...
The identity of "Disenker"!
Backlund isn't just a vast ocean. At sea, he has at least two "friends" of "pirate general" caliber. If he gets into any trouble, he can simply walk away, and if anyone wants to find him, they'll go to that adventurer named "Monkey Brando."
He was initially overjoyed, thinking he could finally escape the troubles at sea. Little did he know, he had fallen from a small pit into an even bigger one!
Could it be—the woman who gave me the potion? No, that can't be. If it were her, she wouldn't have sent two mid-sequence Beyonders to search my tiny rented apartment.
The Rose School? But they probably don't know my true identity.
Or perhaps it's a follower of that evil god?
The thought of being spied on while taking a shower sent a shiver down Lorne's spine.
However—the fact that she could so easily drive away two mid-sequence extraordinary individuals suggests that Mrs. Griffin's true skill level is definitely not low.
Lorne looked up and asked, "Madam, did they take anything from my room?"
Mrs. Griffin shook her head: "I don't know. They must have searched every single thing in your room."
"Alas, this was my mistake. As people get older, their vigilance isn't what it used to be." Seeing this, Lorne didn't say anything more, but instead comforted Mrs. Griffin a few times.
"Oh, right, madam." Lorne seemed to remember something, opened his backpack, and the orange cat immediately poked its little head out.
"You—you wouldn't mind if I got a cat, would you?"
"Meow?"
Mrs. Griffin narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Rachel for a few moments before saying, "Although the original housing contract didn't mention pets, not refusing doesn't mean it's allowed—."
"Meow!" Rachel seemed to understand her words, and with a somewhat aggrieved expression, she lowered her head.
"However," Mrs. Griffin said, changing the subject, "it's not that we can't make an exception. Consider it a small compensation for my mistake. But it absolutely cannot be allowed in the kitchen. Especially not in my room!"
"Of course! Thank you very much!" Lorne smiled and nodded.
Laki immediately popped out of her backpack and nuzzled against Mrs. Griffin's trouser leg, making her giggle.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Mrs. Griffin seemed to remember something, got up, took a thick stack of letters from the living room cabinet, and handed them to Lorne.
"Here, this is a letter your girlfriend wrote to you. Remember, you must reply to her. You've stood her up for so long, I think you should take the initiative to go and apologize; that would show more sincerity."
Lorne took the letter: "I already said, we're just pen pals, don't overthink it."
"Yes, yes, yes—" Mrs. Griffin said as she walked toward her room, muttering, "These boys nowadays really don't understand girls at all."
To be honest, Lorne was in a very troubled state of mind and didn't want to read the letters at all. But the thought that his pen pal had actually come to his door in such a hurry made him hesitate.
throat-·
After thinking for a few seconds, Lorne opened the top letter and began to read it.
[Mr. Lorne, that idea you mentioned in your last letter was absolutely brilliant! I think it would be perfect for a novel! If you're interested in writing it yourself, I happen to have publishing connections—by the way, may I borrow a few of those ideas?]
It seems that Russell didn't copy all the works back then. Lorne continued reading the next letter.
[It's been a week, why haven't you replied? Has something happened?]
[You've never gone this long without replying before; something must have happened.]
"You must have encountered some danger, right?! Do you need money? I have some royalties here, take them and be sure to reply! This is too much... But I have indeed had a lot of trouble, like evil gods and cultists—island survival plus betrayal, pirate generals and all that."
Lorne stared at the thick wad of banknotes that had fallen out of the envelope of the last letter and silently counted them.
There were a full hundred lists.
This is no small amount of money.
"throat.
I should visit them in person another day and return the money.
After putting away the envelope, Lorne went upstairs to his room.
The room showed obvious signs of having been ransacked. The most obvious sign was the window, which looked newly installed.
Lorne quickly began checking his belongings to see if there were any important losses.
Fortunately, he didn't lose anything. But some of his documents and letters had definitely been carefully examined.
Who exactly is it?
Lorne fell into deep thought.
If I don't find this enemy hiding in the shadows, I can forget about ever living a peaceful life in Backlund again.
After careful consideration, Lorne finally decided to take the initiative to investigate the matter.
As for his plan to visit his pen pal, he postponed it for the time being. After all, given his current state where he could be the target of everyone's attention at any moment, rashly contacting an ordinary person could bring unpredictable dangers to both the other person and himself.
However, how to conduct the investigation is one question. And how many unknown risks might be encountered during the investigation is another.
To be honest, although he had encountered many powerful enemies at sea, those were mostly skirmishes, and he was mostly on the defensive.
Now, if I'm to take the initiative to investigate a hidden enemy of unknown strength, I definitely need to find a way to make everything as safe as possible.
Moreover, the fact that he had returned to Backlund might already be known to the other side. Therefore, he had to be constantly on guard against any potential attacks.
If the other party arrives too suddenly, my premonition of "disaster" may not be able to respond in time.
He picked up a coin and placed it down:
The people investigating me are very powerful.
Face up.
听.
I would be in danger if I went to investigate the other party myself.
Still positive.
I will be attacked by the other party.
It's still facing forward.
Damn it! Lorne cursed under his breath.
This is no longer something that can be solved by pretending nothing is wrong.
After much thought, he took out the "brilliant plan box" that he hadn't used in a long time from the storage space of "Cube 3". He looked at the rustic wooden box and silently pondered his question.
What should I do about this?
A moment later, the surface of the "brilliant plan box" trembled slightly. A moment later, Lorne opened the lid and found a small note that had appeared out of thin air inside.
Above, only one simple word is written: [bodyguard].
Bodyguard? You want me to find someone to protect me?
Hmm—that is, it is one solution. But couldn't you just tell me the specific way to solve this problem?
Tell me clues about the identities of dangerous individuals, or how to find them. I can only ask one question at a time, sigh.
Lorne silently complained about the "disappointing" function of this magical box.
It doesn't necessarily have to be a bodyguard. Finding a suitable helper to assist in the investigation would also work, but who should be chosen? Lorne began to think seriously.
Mrs. Griffin? Forget it, I can't let my landlady risk her life because of me. Lately...
I think it would be better if I moved out first.
After much deliberation, Lorne decided that hiring a professional would be more reliable. He wasn't short of money anyway.
But where to hire someone is another new problem. The person who can be an assistant must be a powerful extraordinary individual, and moreover,
Their strength absolutely cannot be inferior to mine. Otherwise, they might not only fail to protect me, but also become a burden.
"throat--."
Thinking about this, Lorne suddenly regretted leaving the sea so quickly.
At sea, he at least had the help of Edwina and Cattleya. Plus, with their crew of sailors, he didn't need to worry about these things at all. Suddenly, he felt like he was actually quite popular with women—Lorne couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Honestly, what are you thinking? My friendship with them is purely platonic.
Besides, it's not like I haven't been tricked by Tracy before.
Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, Lorne put on the disguise cufflink, subtly altering his appearance and demeanor.
"Lachi," he said to the orange cat lying on the bed, "These are extraordinary times—and it seems like my 'extraordinary times' have never stopped."
After an awkward moment, Lorne continued:
"In short, you should stay home obediently for now. If any emergencies occur, go to Mrs. Griffin for help immediately."
"Meow—" The orange cat nodded obediently.
After doing all this, Lorne left Rose Street, deciding to first check out the "Grizzly Bar." If possible, he might be able to use that place to attend the extraordinary gathering of the "Eye of Wisdom" again, and perhaps meet a suitable helper there.
Backlund, Joewood District.
Lorne arrived once again in front of the familiar "Grizzly Bar".
He noticed that the burly man who used to guard the entrance seemed to have been replaced.
Without giving it much thought, he pushed open the heavy door and went inside. Perhaps because it was only early afternoon, the bar was rather deserted, with few people around.
Lorne went straight to the bar and said to the bartender who was wiping glasses, "A Southwell beer, please."
"Five pence," the bartender said familiarly.
The price has been reduced.
Lorne handed over a few coins in exchange for a glass filled with a golden liquid, exuding a rich malty aroma.
He didn't drink; instead, he went straight to the point and asked, "Is 'Bottle' here? I need to talk to him about something."
The bartender didn't say anything, but simply looked up and waved towards a corner of the bar, as if he were saying hello.
A moment later, Lorne felt someone slowly walking up behind him.
Lorne turned around and saw an old man, who looked to be over fifty, wearing a cheap linen shirt, walking towards him with a limp and an unfriendly expression.
On his face was a huge, gruesome-looking scar with the flesh rolled up, and a standard red, bulbous nose.
Ordinary person, not extraordinary one. Lorne held his wine glass, discreetly observing the other person.
"What do you want with that barbarian Fursak?" The other person approached Lorne, his tone icy.
"Where is 'Bottle'?" Lorne asked in return.
"He slunk back to his hometown of Fussac." A hint of disdain appeared on the other person's face. "Now, I am the master here."
"Then who are you?" Lorne asked again.
"Kaspass".