RNP Chapter 57 New Diary and Fabricated Ideas
Chapter 57 New Diary and Fabricated Ideas
The underground market of the Dragon Bar.
After practicing his shooting in the suburbs, Lorne came here on his way.
The Dragon Bar and the small hotel he was staying at were on the same line. Since he had come out for a rare trip, it would be a shame not to take a look around.
Fortunately, there's still an extraordinary gathering here today, except the host isn't the same five of clubs from last time.
However, practice makes perfect, and with the experience from last time, Lorne successfully joined the party this time.
"I'd like to sell some talismans, including 'Sleep' and 'Open Door' talismans. Anyone interested?"
The party had barely begun when someone started making a sales pitch.
The man then briefly explained the effects of the talisman.
As the name suggests, the "Sleep Charm" can bring peace and help people fall asleep peacefully.
The "Open Door" talisman can open doors that don't have any mystical effects, or even create a door if there isn't one, meaning it can allow you to pass through walls.
Lorne wasn't very interested in the sleeping charm; it wasn't very effective in direct combat, and he didn't suffer from insomnia himself.
Lorne was quite interested in the door-opening charm, since it sounded perfect for escaping.
"I need an 'opening the door' talisman. How much?"
Before Lorne could think it over, someone nearby asked about the price.
Seeing this, Lorne quickly raised his hand as well.
After some haggling, he finally managed to buy a light blue "opening charm" for 30 pounds.
Actually, when it comes to talismans, there was quite a bit of information about talismans in the basic learning materials he bought before.
However, the effects of those basic talismans are not very practical, and many talismans also require prayer to the gods.
This made Lorne, a transmigrator, feel somewhat uncomfortable, and given the recent turmoil, he hadn't had time to try it.
There were some more deals to come, but Lorne wasn't very interested in any of them, and he had no clue what the potion recipe he wanted was.
It wasn't until near the end of the party that he suddenly heard someone selling something that interested him—Russel's diary.
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"January 4th, why were my children so stupid? I've said it a million times, don't be fooled by those charlatans, no, those charlatans might themselves..."
They were fooled too! The key to potions isn't mastering them, it's digesting them! Not digging them out, it's playing them! And the name of a potion isn't just a core symbol, but a concrete image, and even more so, the 'key' to digesting it!
Playing the role of... Oh, I see, is that what you mean?
"I knew the name of the potion wasn't that simple. My body did undergo some changes after I did some things that were consistent with the potion."
The word "playing" is indeed very apt.
And then there's the so-called digestion...
From this perspective, once you understand these two concepts, mastering the power of potions should become quite easy.
But why does it seem like not many people know this? At least it wasn't in the basic knowledge course I bought before... Lorne was puzzled by this.
"From this perspective, the things recorded in Russell's diary are much more practical than I thought."
He then turned to the next page.
"On September 27th, Miss Chloe's skin is truly..."
Lorne was speechless.
Okay, I take back what I just said. There are still more scandalous stories about women.
"It seems that finding something useful from these frivolous sex scandals is quite a skill."
"Speaking of which, there are already so many scandalous stories in Russell's diary, it shouldn't be a problem if I add a few more..."
Looking at the diary in front of him, Lorne's old idea of forging a diary resurfaced.
Based on the diary entries he has seen so far, aside from random scribbles, the easiest content to forge is sex scandals.
Given the frequency of scandalous affairs in Russell's diary, a few more incidents would hardly be noticeable.
Even if other time travelers or people who can read Chinese see it, it will most likely not be exposed.
It's impossible for anyone to investigate these scandalous contents on their own.
"Perhaps, we can be more direct and straightforward by simply changing the names of the lady and young lady in the diary."
"No, that would be too simplistic and crude, which would be a sign of poor quality control." Lorne shook his head and gave up on the idea.
If only the name is changed, it's equivalent to knowing what that part of the Chinese text means, which is tantamount to admitting one's identity as a time traveler.
This will definitely cause a lot of trouble.
"Anyway, editing a few pages of a diary won't take much effort; it's a completely untapped market!"
At two or three pounds per page of diary, if you compile a hundred or two hundred pages and sell them, you can easily make three or four hundred pounds.
"This is much more lucrative than working a regular job."
Besides forging the diary, Lorne had another idea in mind.
"Perhaps I can collect more diaries and compile the valuable content from them."
"Although Russell's diary contains a lot of unconventional content, it must also contain many secrets that are unknown to the average person."
"Those advanced knowledge items must be very valuable."
Lorne truly understands the meaning of the saying, "Knowledge equals power."
In this world, both the method of acting and the potion recipe can be considered a form of knowledge.
Mastering them will bring you wealth and power.
"However, knowledge that is too advanced can be too hot to handle. The content of Russell's diary covers too much time, and I can't tell which knowledge is important and which is not for the time being."
Lorne lowered his head and rubbed his forehead. Apart from exams, this was the first time he had felt his lack of knowledge.
"I still know too little about occultism; there are some things I simply can't discern."
"I used to be known as a walking encyclopedia, knowing a little bit about everything."
"Why do I feel like I've become half-illiterate since I transmigrated?"
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"Speaking of which, aren't there any occult classes?" Lorne suddenly had an unrealistic thought.
This is the first time in all his years of schooling that he has wanted to take extra classes on his own initiative.
"Sigh, never mind..."
It's estimated that only official organizations would offer these kinds of tutorials; there are still too few reliable channels for unqualified individuals to obtain knowledge.
"To acquire reliable knowledge, you need to find a reliable teacher."
"Time travelers probably can't get along with the official authorities."
"From this perspective, the guide's suggestion to have faith in hidden beings might have some merit in that regard."
After pondering for a while and finding no clues, Lorne packed his things and prepared to leave. The market was crowded and noisy; he didn't intend to linger.
……
Do you know Lorne Disenke?
"Forehead……"
Klein tried his best to maintain his smile; if it weren't for the Joker's exceptional control over his facial expressions, he would have already given in.
What to do!
Why would Leonard know this name?
Should I tell him I know him or not?
Klein's mind went into a frenzy in an instant.
If Leonard has already approached Lorne Disenke and learned something from him, then he must know about the unusual thing about me.
After all, the letter of complaint against me was most likely written by that Lorne.
Could this be a test?
No, it shouldn't have reached that point yet.
However, I can't just say I don't know him. Since Leonard can say the name, it means he knows something about him. If I just deny it, it would be too deliberate.
After a struggle with his conscience, Klein gave a vague answer.
"He was a somewhat suspicious extraordinary individual. I discovered him by chance during my patrol and conducted some investigations on him."
Some questionable Beyonders… Leonard nodded; he could agree with Klein's assessment. After all, that Beyonder named Lorne Disenke did indeed have some secrets.
As a night watchman, it would be reasonable for Klein to investigate if he discovered anything unusual about the other party.
"Leonard, how did you know that name?" To avoid more troublesome questions, Klein took a proactive approach.
"Ah...I am..."
Oh no, I forgot to make up an excuse before asking Klein. I can't exactly say I found out about your name while investigating you, can I?
"Leonard?" Klein called out again when his teammate remained silent.
"Cough cough..."