RNP Chapter 151 Thank you, unknown calamity priest
Chapter 151 Thank you, unknown calamity priest
Chapter 151 Thank you, unknown calamity priest
The Black Death, Captain's Cabin—
A faint, peculiar atmosphere permeated the luxurious room.
Tracy lay on her side on her soft, large bed, clutching the ill-fitting men's coat tightly in her arms.
Since leaving her mother, she had locked herself in this room, with only one thought in her mind—to find Brando.
She buried her face deep inside her coat, greedily inhaling the fading scent of him. This scent brought her comfort, but also intensified her anxiety.
Her mother already knew of Brando's existence. Although that woman had outwardly agreed, Tracy knew better than anyone that a witch's promise was utterly meaningless!
She must find him before everyone else and protect him completely and forever.
Tracy sat up and spread the coat out on the bed. Then she took a delicate dressing mirror from the drawer.
She would use the mirror, a tool the witch was most skilled at, to claim the prize. She closed her eyes and touched the mirror's surface with her slender fingers.
"Monkey Brando's current location."
"Monkey Brando's current location."
"Monkey Brando's current location."
However, only a few chaotic flashes of light and shadow appeared on the surface of the mirror, and then, with a soft tremor of "Yu", all the reactions disappeared.
"How could that be?"
Tracy, unconvinced, focused her mind again and tried once more.
The result was still a failure—
"Why—why is this happening!" she exclaimed in frustration, throwing the mirror aside.
"Brando, does he have the ability to circumvent divination?"
Or perhaps...
She picked up her coat, brought it to her nose, and sniffed it deeply. Besides the faint lingering scent of Lorne, it carried mostly her own unique aroma, a blend of sweat and body odor.
Could it be because she's worn this coat for so long that her own scent has completely overwhelmed Brando's original scent?
So that's why the divination failed? That can't be right. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence came anger.
Tracy angrily swept all the pillows and blankets off the bed, her chest heaving. An unprecedented sense of urgency and panic overwhelmed her.
She didn't know who the person who took Lorne away that day was, or what their purpose was.
Or it might just be a simple accident, or perhaps he's already been found by that damned Edwina Edwards.
The thought of this possibility once again stirred up a twisted thought.
"I am your captain."
"The only captain!"
After calming down, Tracy performed another divination, and this time she was barely successful. She roughly determined that Lorne was probably not in mortal danger, but his exact location was still unknown.
There has been no news from the informants planted in various ports and shipping companies, which means that Brando is most likely still in Bayam.
I must find him before he leaves!
A few more days passed.
The tense atmosphere in Bayam City seemed to have eased somewhat, but the specific situation remained somewhat unclear.
That noon, after a dull lunch, Danitz put on his hat to disguise himself and went out to gather information once again.
Lorne was left alone in the room. After drinking the last sip of the potion that Danitz had bought, Lorne felt that his mental and physical strength had almost fully recovered.
He walked to the door, made sure Danitz was far away, then turned to the orange cat lying on the bed and said, "Laki, go keep watch at the door for me."
"Meow~" The orange cat meowed lazily, but still obediently jumped off the bed and sat down at the door.
Lorne locked the door, took a deep breath, and channeled his spiritual energy to create a spiritual wall that completely sealed off the room.
After confirming that the room had become a "locked room," he carefully took out the 3 of Diamonds playing card from his inner pocket.
He infused it with his spirituality, and with a thought, a jumble of odds and ends appeared on the floor of the room.
Most of them were extraordinary materials he had "picked up" on that primitive island, but among them, a few things were emitting a special substance that was different from others and could not be dispersed. They were a few ready-made extraordinary properties.
"Strange?" Lorne was somewhat surprised. These extraordinary properties had remained unchanged for so long in the space of "Cube 3". They were in the same state as when they were just extracted from the corpses of those extraordinary creatures.
Logically speaking, extraordinary characteristics should not be able to be stored for a long time without problems without special treatment, but the characteristics taken out of the personal space did not seem to have any abnormalities.
"I didn't expect this brand to have a 'preservation' function—" Lorne was somewhat surprised.
He had previously only considered it an ordinary storage space, never expecting it to have such a hidden function.
He suppressed his excitement and seized the time to try to figure out the specific information about these properties and materials.
He first pulled out a monocle that he hadn't used in a long time from his bag.
This is an item he found early on in the ruins in Tingen, along with a deck of cards, and it has a good "appraisal" effect.
He picked up his glasses and instinctively tried to put them on his right eye.
However, just as the glasses were about to touch his eye sockets, his hand suddenly froze.
A blurry, distorted image flashed uncontrollably through his mind.
It was a figure wearing a monocle, whose face was obscured.
This reminded him of someone in his dream, but—Lorne rubbed his head, unable to recall some of the details.
Just as he closed his eyes, trying to recall the events carefully, a sudden, inexplicable, and deep-seated fear enveloped him!
Lorne reacted as if he'd been burned, abruptly throwing his monocle onto the table, his heart pounding, and cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"What's going on?" He stared at the glasses on the ground, his eyes filled with confusion. Why did he suddenly feel this fear towards them?
"It was fine when I used it before."
After a moment of contemplation, he put away the glasses that made him uneasy and decided to use a more cautious approach to obtain information.
He carefully picked up an extraordinary trait, placed it on the table, and then began to claim it.
Frankly speaking, it's true that "occupation" is not a panacea. Using "occupation" as a substitute for identification is not a good idea. It's not only slow and extremely cumbersome, but the success rate is also low, and the information obtained through "occupation" may be incomplete.
However, perhaps due to the activation of the "Lucky Guy" ability, the first trait he acquired gave him an unexpected surprise.
"This is—the extraordinary characteristic of the 'Cataclysmic Priest'."
Furthermore, he gleaned a crucial piece of information from this characteristic: "Calamity Cultist" is Sequence 6 of the "Monster" pathway.
Lorne's breathing quickened instantly, and an uncontrollable joy appeared on his face.
He had always thought he would need to spend a lot of money and time to find the main ingredient for the potion, but he never expected it to fall into his hands so easily!
Is this the power of the "lucky ones"? To have what they need most delivered to them without them even realizing it?
He quickly recalled that this characteristic came from the body of a victim he encountered while adrift at sea.
At that time, a special item happened to be extracted from that body, so he casually put it away. He never expected that such a great gift was hidden inside.
"etc--"
Lorne suddenly remembered something and began to channel his abilities. After all, he couldn't make a potion just by having the main ingredients. If he succeeded, he might be able to obtain the complete recipe for "Cataclysm Priest".
Unfortunately, the psychic attempt failed.
Although the characteristics are fine, the spirit of the victim has already dissipated.
"There's no way to 'preserve' a spirit." Lorne muttered to himself.
Although somewhat disappointed, Lorne still sincerely expressed his gratitude to the unknown victim.
Even though he suffered misfortune and was not a qualified "lucky person," he did bring himself good fortune.
Brother, thank you. Rest in peace, and may you be a truly "lucky one" in your next life.
And I will make good use of your "legacy" and not let it go to waste.
"Looks like I'll have to go find Roykin again, but this time all I need is the recipe for the auxiliary materials—."