RNP Chapter 129 Tracy: What a strange feeling
Chapter 129 Tracy: What a strange feeling
"So tired..."
"Where am I?" Lorne rubbed his head and looked around at the emptiness.
"You're awake?"
A slightly mocking voice suddenly came from behind. Lorne turned around abruptly and saw a blurry, grayish-white figure floating in the void.
"You...who are you?"
"Forehead……"
"..." Lorne rested his chin on his hand, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Wait a minute, I'm almost remembering."
……
"Uh~"
"How about this?" The figure reached forward and pulled a monocle from thin air, putting it on his face.
"Oh..." Lorne suddenly realized.
"You, you're that scheming cheater!"
"..."
"What do you want from me? I think our card game was paused."
"No, no, no." The scheming man twitched his barely visible fingers. "I'm here to inform you that the game continues."
"Theoretically, I can refuse."
"But you can't actually do it," the cunning man continued. "You don't have many chips left. Do you need me to lend you some?"
"Lend me..." Lorne's expression turned strange. "You don't have many bargaining chips left, do you? What do you have to lend me?"
You underestimate me.
A cold glint flashed in his monocle. "My stakes are much higher than you think..."
"You're building cards out of thin air..." Lorne shook his head, not believing the other's words. "Your chips have already been worn down by that narcissist..."
They always sabotaged each other during the card game.
"Believe it or not, you do need help, don't you?"
"Come on!"
"How should I know this isn't a trap you set... What if you teamed up with that narcissist, plus that old woman... What if the three of you conspired to set me up?"
"Heh~"
The figure suddenly burst into exaggerated laughter: "Ah~ Me, teaming up with 'Narcissist'? Hahaha!" His laughter was laced with genuine sarcasm. "Do you think that's possible?"
"Believe me," his tone suddenly turned unusually serious, "I will never cooperate with Him unless everything ends."
Lorne actually sensed a hint of sincerity in his tone:
"You're no good person either."
"Sigh...you have a deep misunderstanding of me!" The scheming man's tone turned dejected.
"I can tell you."
"That old woman is a narcissist's lover. If they succeed, none of us will fare well." The scheming man's face suddenly drew closer.
"We both know this perfectly well."
"As for whether or not you want to cooperate with me, you can think about it carefully."
……
"..." Lorne, who was holding the Ripper in his hand, slowly opened his eyes.
Waves, life rafts... Oh right, I'm still adrift at sea.
"I'm dozing off."
"Meow~" Rachel, who was sitting to the side, rubbed against Lorne's leg.
"Thanks for protecting me." He rubbed the orange cat's head.
"Damn it, I think I had a really weird dream, but I can't remember it." Lorne rubbed his forehead in pain.
"I probably didn't sleep for too long." He looked up at the sun.
"Hey...you're awake." Tracy's voice came from the side.
"You can still sleep under these circumstances? You're really taking it easy."
Lorne turned to look at her and saw that she was still wrapped in her coat. Her pale complexion was much better than last night, but her eyes still showed signs of fatigue.
"Um..." Tracy rubbed her coat, her fingertips tapping against the fabric, "Thank you for last night."
Lorne nodded.
Although he has psychological issues, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would forget kindness.
"Oh, by the way, last night..." Tracy hesitated, "did you bandage me?"
Since being promoted to Sequence Seven "Witch," her body has never been seen by a man again, which makes her inexplicably uneasy...
"It was the cat who bandaged you up," Lorne said seriously, pointing at Rachel.
"You must be kidding, there's no way that's possible," Tracy exclaimed abruptly.
"No matter how smart a cat is, it's impossible for it to perform such delicate movements."
"Then why did you ask me?" Lorne shrugged.
"I...you lifted my clothes, can't I even ask a question?"
"Do people at sea care about these things?"
"You..." Tracy choked. She knew that the atmosphere at sea was very open, and sailors were frequent patrons of brothels.
Taking herself as an example, she used to enjoy being with various beautiful women during her previous pleasurable phase.
So she herself isn't exactly innocent.
"snort!"
It was clear that Tracy was stumped by Lorne's question, and she abruptly turned her face away, refusing to speak.
Lorne was baffled by Tracy's reaction.
"To be honest, we were very lucky not to encounter another storm."
"But I don't have much food left, and I'm almost out of fresh water." Lorne looked at the vast ocean and changed the subject.
"Do you have any ideas?"
Tracy pursed her lips; to be honest, she didn't have much of a solution right now.
She had nothing on her, and her mother hadn't come looking for her or tried to contact her, nor did she have any spiritual materials.
She even doubted whether she had really been abandoned.
"I...I don't know."
"Never mind, there'll always be a way..." Seeing that she was feeling down, Lorne comforted her instead.
How could a time traveler possibly perish so easily?
……
Some time passed.
"Why can't I still see land...?"
Am I not a lucky one...? Gazing at the vast sea, Lorne also felt melancholy.
"Hey, your can." Lorne turned around when he saw the half-eaten can that Tracy handed him.
"Eat it, your injury hasn't healed yet, you need nutrition."
"Hey! Aren't you underestimating me? I'm a disease..."
"Stop rambling." Tracy was interrupted by Lorne halfway through her sentence.
"If you starve to death, how will you repay the life you owe me?"
"I..." Tracy covered her mouth. Although Lorne's tone was somewhat impatient, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.
Strange! What's with this feeling? My pleasure potion was completely digested a long time ago... Tracy crossed her legs, an unnatural blush rising on her face.
"What's wrong with her? Why is she laughing like a curly-haired baboon? Is she delirious from hunger?"
Looking at Tracy, who was standing there lost in thought, Lorne couldn't understand her reaction at all. He turned his head away and pondered something else.
By the way, I survived that storm unscathed; that's the power of being a "lucky one."
But if they were truly lucky, why did they suffer a disaster?
This is something Lorne has never been able to understand. In his mind, true luck is not about escaping a disaster unscathed, but about never encountering a disaster at all.
Just then, an unusual sound startled both of them awake.
"Boat?"
"Pirate ship!"
A small pirate ship slowly sailed into this area of water in the distance.
……
"Boss, there's a raft over there," a sailor/pirate pointed through his binoculars.
There are two people.
"A life raft?" The pirate captain waved his hand dismissively.
"There's no profit in it, ignore it."
"But there are women on the raft!"
"It's quite pretty."
"What?" The pirate leader snatched the binoculars.
Because of the distance, he couldn't see Tracy's exact appearance, but from her silhouette he could tell she was a very beautiful woman.
"I've really hit the jackpot." He pursed his lips and revealed a sinister smile.
"Ha ha!"
"Quickly change course, we're going to 'rescue' them."
……
"They actually came straight towards us."
"What are your thoughts?" Lorne turned to look at Tracy.
"I guess it's the same for me."
Tracy and Lorne exchanged a glance, a predatory glint flashing in their eyes simultaneously.