RNP Chapter 312: Control and Repression
Chapter 312: Control and Repression
Chapter 312: Control and Repression
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"When exactly did you get here?" Lorne asked in a low voice, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "There's no way I wouldn't have noticed for so long."
As a Sequence 5, even though I had focused most of my attention on the speech and socializing, there was no reason why I hadn't noticed anything unusual for so long.
In particular, the "monster" pathway itself is a highly intuitive type, so it's impossible for his spiritual intuition to have no reaction at all.
"I wasn't with you."
Heyr parted her lips slightly, but what came out was Sharon's ethereal and icy voice.
Does that mean you actually came in with Hazel?
Upon hearing this, Lorne's expression turned somewhat strange, but after a moment, he understood.
Yes, that makes sense.
Given Hazel's extraordinary abilities, it was indeed impossible for her to detect the presence of a "vengeful spirit." As for Senator Macht, it goes without saying that he was just an ordinary person—and even if he were discovered, it wouldn't matter, Sharon also had leverage over Hazel.
Okay, I understand how they got here.
However, Sharon's behavior tonight left Lorne utterly perplexed. It was too risky, and too—unrestrained.
As Lorne swayed to the other person's dance steps, he continued in a low voice, "You're taking too much risks. There are officials here; aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
"I did the occupation and investigation beforehand—" Hazel's tone was as calm as ever.
"What about the royal family? There are two members of the royal family present. Even if everything is normal inside the hall, what about outside? There must be extraordinary bodyguards protecting them in secret."
"There might even be Sequence 5 beings, or even demigods!"
Lorne's meaning was clear: her actions tonight were far too risky. If she was simply afraid of embarrassing herself as a "student" at the ball, there was absolutely no need to go to such lengths.
Sharon was a member of the Rose School, and he didn't even dare to think about the serious consequences if she were discovered in this situation.
"The royal family was an accident—"
"However, they didn't have any particularly powerful extraordinary individuals around them."
Sharon's tone shifted almost imperceptibly. Clearly, she hadn't expected this to happen either.
"You mean, they came temporarily?" Lorne grasped the key point.
"Um.
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"This—" His face instantly turned cold.
Sheriff Huntington hadn't mentioned this to him beforehand. Besides, if an important member of the royal family were to attend, there would definitely be special security around the venue, even if it was police territory.
There's something off about this whole thing.
That showy cop who suddenly appeared here was also suspicious.
"You should leave now, before anything serious happens," Lorne said gravely, taking a deep breath.
Hazel raised her head, her once clear eyes now holding Sharon's characteristic coldness. She gave Lorne a deep look and said, "Until this dance is over—"
As she spoke, she took Lorne's hand and twirled him gracefully in the dance floor.
"That's not restraint at all," Lorne couldn't help but mutter.
"Restraint does not mean repression —" Sharon responded.
"Heh." Lorne suddenly chuckled, his laughter subtly shifting the tense atmosphere. "I was wondering, what are you planning to do if you were found out now?"
"Can they escape?"
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The two paused simultaneously for two seconds, their dance steps continuing. Then, Sharon replied in her ethereal voice, "Then, I'll take you hostage."
This answer surprised and embarrassed Lorne.
The "East End Hero" was kidnapped by a mysterious female thug at a charity gala—this will definitely be the headline of every newspaper tomorrow! The Backlund Daily, the Daily Mail, and even the Times in Bayam will probably report on it.
There's no way around it; gossip news is always the most popular, especially news with strong contrasts.
Banishing these inappropriate thoughts from his mind, Lorne followed up on the other person's topic with a joke: "Or, we could rush out together."
"Okay." Sharon nodded in agreement to the plan.
"Sigh—I really don't know what you're thinking." Lorne sighed, following the other's increasingly skillful dance steps while muttering to himself, "Or, do you really just want to dance with me?"
The ethereal voice did not return, but Hazel's dance steps seemed to have quickened slightly compared to before.
"I'm curious, after you possessed Hazel, will she still remember tonight's dance?"
"She'll only have a general impression," Sharon replied calmly.
"It means you can't remember the details—after all that, I'll still have to explain it to you afterwards." Lorne sighed, then a helpless smile appeared on his face.
"You're quite the 'vengeful spirit,' Ms. Sharon."
Even seemingly rational beings often have a mad side. He truly understood this today.
He didn't say anything more, but instead perked up and earnestly cooperated with the other person's movements. At least for this moment, in the eyes of the other guests, he was completely immersed in this beautiful dance.
The two dancers moved with graceful movements, attracting the attention of many people.
At least, the play didn't become a laughing stock because of the dance.
As time passed, the music came to an end.
"That's about it." Sharon's voice came again, it seemed she was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Lorne turned around and reached into his pocket, instantly clutching a cool-to-the-touch sapphire in his palm.
"Here you go. The incantation to open it is the door." He quickly slipped the gem into the other person's hand during the dance steps.
"What do you mean?"
"Since you're so worried about me embarrassing myself, I naturally have to ensure your safety. Just consider it—just in case."
"You—" The other person seemed to want to say something, but hesitated and stopped.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Lorne interrupted her, forcing a smile. "Even if something unexpected happens, the officials won't do anything to me."
At this time, they certainly don't want the "hero" they personally promoted to leave any stain on his reputation.
"Feel sorry----"
After a few seconds of silence, Sharon whispered.
Although she genuinely wanted to help Lorne, she knew her actions might cause her a lot of trouble. Moreover, she also had her own selfish motives.
She was also somewhat annoyed that she had acted so impulsively and without any restraint.
Moderation, indeed—she still couldn't reach the level her teacher had. She sighed softly to herself.
Restraint is not the same as repression, but her behavior tonight certainly crossed the line.
"No problem, a teacher can be willful once in a while," Lorne replied with a light laugh, his tone not carrying much blame. "Besides, this dance—was surprisingly good."
When the music ended, he watched "Hayor" turn around and disappear into the crowd, and shook his head slightly.
Why do I suddenly feel sorry for Hazel?
"Huh? That's weird—what did I just do?"
Hazel gradually came to her senses, feeling somewhat dazed. She had just—it seemed, perhaps, maybe—danced with James Scott?
But—why can't she remember any of the specific details? All that's left is a vague memory of her body moving to the music.