RNP Chapter 147 Lorne: I was... you know?
Chapter 147 Lorne: I was... you know?
Chapter 147 Lorne: I was... you know?
"Hoo.—..—·Hoo..—·"
With heavy breathing, Lorne suddenly opened his eyes.
As my vision cleared, I was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling covered in mold.
The air was filled with a cheap tobacco smell and a musty odor, pungent and unsettling.
This isn't on a ship! The thought instantly flashed through Lorne's mind. He jolted awake, sitting bolt upright and scanning his surroundings with wary eyes.
This was a dimly lit, cheap hotel room. There was a worn-out wooden bed, a table with a chipped corner, and a creaky chair.
The windows were tightly closed, and the heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, letting in only a few rays of light.
"Meow~"
A familiar meow came from beside the bed. Lorne subconsciously turned his head and saw his orange cat, Rachi, sitting upright in the chair by the bed, staring at him with its amber eyes.
"fine.-"
Seeing Laki, Lorne's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but his doubts deepened.
His last memory was being attacked from behind by Tracy; his neck hurt, and then he knew nothing more.
How did I get here?
Just as he was feeling confused, the door to the room was pushed open with a "click".
Lorne's gaze sharpened instantly. He instinctively reached for his gun, only to find that his ever-present Ripper was nowhere to be found.
He turned his gaze back and stared intently at the person at the door.
As soon as Danitz entered the room carrying a plate of food, he was met with Lorne's murderous gaze, which made him feel uneasy all over.
"Hey! What's with that look?" Danitz felt uneasy under his gaze and almost dropped the plate he was holding.
"Bullshit! I saved you this time! And that's the look you give your savior?"
"Danitz—what are you doing here?" Lorne breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that it was Danitz, but his eyes remained wary.
"How did I get here?" Danitz glanced at Lorne's distrustful gaze and explained, "I was on vacation. After I sent you away..."
I continued my previous vacation.
"As for why I ran into you—"
He put the plate on the table and pointed to the orange cat beside him: "That's your cat. It found me while I was shopping."
It took me to a wrecked ship, and that's when I found you tied up there!
Danitz's tone was somewhat agitated, seemingly angry at Lorne's suspicions, but recalling Lorne's bound limbs, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Seriously, Brando, who did you mess with? How did you end up tied up like that?"
"I—." Lorne wanted to say something, but hesitated. To be honest, his mind was a complete mess.
"My bag?" he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, not answering Danitz's question.
"Is my bag still with me?"
"Bag?" Danitz paused for a moment, before he could answer.
"Meow~"
Laki, who had been quietly standing by, suddenly cried out and jumped lightly off the bed.
It strode to the corner of the room, then picked up a familiar handbag with its mouth, dragged it back, and placed it beside Lorne's bed.
Seeing this, Danitz pointed to the shoulder bag and said, "Your cat reminded me to bring this bag with me!"
Oh, right, and there's also a camera that was smashed to pieces, which I threw into my bag too.
Lorne ignored his noise and immediately picked up the handbag, a sense of tension rising in her heart.
With his back to Danitz, he unbuttoned his satchel and carefully examined its contents: gold pounds, coins, bullets, and—a deck of cards, the 3 of diamonds.
Thankfully, the third diamond is still there.
"Phew—" Lorne let out a long sigh of relief, his tense expression suddenly relaxing a little. He turned his head and looked at Rachi, who was squatting to the side, tilting her little head up with a "praise me" expression on her face.
"Well done." Lorne reached out and gently rubbed the orange cat's head.
"Meow~"
"Brando, can you tell me what exactly happened?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Danitz leaned closer and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to go back to Backlund and open a factory?"
"How did you get here?"
"And why were they tied up?"
"Tie her up?" Lorne stopped stroking Rachel.
"Yes, your limbs are bound, and you're not wearing any clothes on your upper body—"
Danitz described how Lorne was tied up in a "T" shape and fixed to the bed.
"..." Upon hearing Danitz's words, Lorne fell silent.
He was knocked unconscious by Tracy, and there was no third person on the ship.
Was I tied to the bed in that position?
And he wasn't wearing any clothes on his upper body—
"This sounds a bit ambiguous. Could I have been... you know...?" Although the other party was a beautiful girl, this was still too much. Thinking about his own experience, it seemed to be something that didn't fit the norm of murder and robbery. Lorne's expression became somewhat distorted.
Instead of answering Danitz's question, he asked in return:
"Danitz, do you know someone named Tracy?"
"Tracy? The girl with the disease!" Danitz was stunned at first, then exclaimed in shock, "She's the one who tied you up!"
"Sick girl, yes, I knew that name sounded familiar. I had heard of it when I was inquiring about news at sea, but I hadn't looked into it. Damn it, Lorne's pupils widened slightly. Since he didn't plan to stay at sea for long and was preparing to return to Backlund, he hadn't delved too deeply into any information about the sea."
"Do you know anything about her?"
Danitz shrugged and rattled off all the information he knew, like spilling beans:
"She is a famous beauty at sea, and she used to act alone. She is skilled in using curses, black fire, and frost. Those who oppose her always fall ill with all sorts of diseases. Moreover, she is adept at using seduction to annihilate her enemies."
The ship said he was a Sequence 5 member of the "Assassin" pathway.
A beautiful woman, an illness—it all came together. It was indeed her—Lorne instinctively clenched his fist.
"Recently, Vice Admiral Zeilingus, known as 'Hurricane Admiral,' died unexpectedly in Backlund. Tracy took over her fleet and proclaimed herself 'Vice Admiral Disease Admiral.'"
"However—" Danitz's tone shifted, his brow furrowing, "Recently, there have been rumors that she has disappeared, and even her flagship, the 'Black Death,' hasn't been seen for a while. Some even say she was wiped out by the authorities, but I never expected—"
Danitz, his face full of gossip, turned his gaze to Lorne:
"She really did grab you. How did you end up running into her?"
Is the "sick girl" really as beautiful as rumored?
What did she do to you?
"stop!"
Lorne interrupted Danitz's incessant chatter; to be honest, his head was in a complete mess.
"Danitz, you saved me this time, so I owe you one."
"What you want to know, I'll tell you later—"
"But could you please leave for a bit? I need to be alone for a while."
"I am a model—" Danitz wanted to say something, but when he met Lorne's serious gaze, he nodded, got up and left the room.
"call-.-."
"My head hurts so much—" Lorne realized that his spirituality had not yet recovered, but he still endured the discomfort, took out a coin and cast a divination, he wanted to know the answer to a question right now.
Tracy knocked me out, but didn't kill me. She even tied me up. Why the hell is that?
Divination is most effective when it concerns oneself—Lorne recalled the knowledge he had learned in his mystical courses.
"I can't do it because of Tracy, so I can't ask that—it's too direct."
After a moment's thought, Lorne rewrote the sentence.
I haven't...
He tossed the coin upwards.
The coin tumbled in the air, shimmering faintly, and finally landed on the back of my hand with a "snap," heads up.
The divination results were all positive.
"Depend on!"