RNP Chapter 28 A Clichéd Story of a Hero Saving the Beauty
Chapter 28 A Clichéd Story of a Hero Saving the Beauty
That's it? And then what?
Lorne looked completely bewildered.
He asked the same question again but found that the box was unresponsive. He was about to try one more time.
But he remembered that the information from the Mirror Glasses said that the Magic Box could only be used twice a day, so he had to swallow the question that was on the tip of his tongue.
After several days of testing.
Lorne discovered the flaw in the magic box: it seemed unable to answer the same question a second time.
Even if the steps provided are incomplete, it seems that to get the complete solution, you need to rephrase the same question or rephrase the previous step to have a chance of getting the next step.
Over the next two days, he asked several more questions about the whereabouts of the notebook.
But the instructions I received were either to go to Iron Cross Street as before, or there was no response at all.
Moreover, Lorne discovered that although the Magic Box could be used every day, it consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, and it would take at least half a day to recover after using it once.
"No wonder I was feeling so groggy before. Could this be the reason I lost my notes?" Lorne thought uncertainly.
"It seems I'll have to go check out Iron Cross Street when the time comes." Seeing that there was no other way, Lorne could only follow the box's instructions and plan to go check out Iron Cross Street when the time came.
He went downstairs, intending to have dinner at a nearby restaurant and bring back some food for Laki, the lazy cat.
As soon as he reached the hotel entrance, the receptionist called him to a stop.
"Mr. Disenke, your room lease expires tomorrow. Would you like to renew it?"
"Uh, another week has passed?" Lorne scratched his head. He had already extended his stay several times, once a week each time.
Time flies!
"Wait a minute, then what about this month's rent for that house on Rose Street? Didn't I just pay it for nothing?" Thinking of this, he felt a little overwhelmed.
This is all money!
"Mrs. Griffin isn't going to cancel the lease?" Thinking of that tough landlord, Lorne gave up some of his ideas about taking advantage of the situation.
After all, the landlord took the contract very seriously, and once it was signed, he would definitely see it through to the end. He didn't dare to mess with the landlord in this matter.
Especially if the other party is a powerful extraordinary being.
"Um... do you want to continue?" Seeing Lorne standing there motionless, the receptionist asked again.
"Ah...of course, let's extend it for another week...no, two weeks will do."
To be honest, the rooms at the Azure Hotel were quite comfortable. Although the rooms were a bit small, they were clean and hygienic, so Lorne got used to staying there.
It's at least more comfortable than his old college dorm room.
The reason he's still living here is because...
On the one hand, the rumors about the silver-haired woman in Backlund may not have completely died down.
On the other hand, Lorne now also needs to find his notebook related to Antigonus, and he has a feeling that the notebook may be difficult to find in the short term.
Although continuing to live here might seem like a waste of rent, compared to the potential benefits of that notebook, the rent is negligible.
……
"Laki, I'm back!" Lorne returned from the restaurant, carrying a pile of food into the room.
"Meow!" Rachel meowed and then stared intently at the food that Lorne was holding.
"You greedy cat."
As Lorne watched the orange cat devour its food with its head down, his gaze softened.
"That might not be so bad."
At that moment, he seemed to forget that he was still in a dangerous situation on the run, forgot about the trouble of losing his notebook, forgot about time travel, and forgot that he was no longer in his original world.
"Ah, fate is truly wondrous!" He couldn't help but sigh as he thought about everything that had happened recently.
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In a few days...
Iron Cross Street is a not-so-good neighborhood in Tingen.
A faint smell of rust can be detected in the air.
There is one day left until the ten-day deadline in the box.
Lorne planned to check out the neighborhood beforehand, hoping to find something special or some clues related to the notes.
He also brought Lachi along this time. Animals are naturally more perceptive than humans, so it might be able to detect things that humans miss.
Moreover, since the goal is to find items related to the extraordinary, if any unexpected situation arises, Rachel, the "assassin" cat, might play an unexpected role.
"Wild Heart," Lorne glanced at the sign in front of him, pushed open the door, and walked into the bar.
Bars are often the best places to gather information. Sometimes you don't even need to ask around; you can get the information you want from other people's boasting.
"A Southwell beer, please," Lorne said to the bartender behind the counter.
"Three pence." The bartender handed over a glass of wine.
Is it that much cheaper than Backlund?
That shouldn't be the case.
"By the way, it seems like food prices have dropped quite a bit lately..."
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The next morning.
Having gained nothing all day yesterday, Lorne returned to Iron Cross Street once again.
Today marks 10 days as mentioned on the note, and it is precisely because of this that he appears exceptionally excited.
"Forehead?"
His bag strap suddenly snapped, and a wriggling bulge appeared on the rough linen surface. An orange claw emerged from the gap in the clasp and pried open the brass buckle in three swift movements.
Laki suddenly darted out of his bag, as if he had caught some prey.
"Hey, Rachel, wait for me." Lorne tried to call out to his pet, but without success.
The "assassin" cat was more agile than he had imagined, and soon disappeared from his sight around the street corner.
……
Wearing an old gauze hat and carrying a stationery bag, a girl with brown eyes was hurrying along. She had carelessly misremembered the time today, which might cause her to be late for the first time in her life.
"I hope the horse-drawn carriages are still around..."
"Huh?" The girl, who was in a hurry to get to school, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She suddenly felt something touch her leg. She looked down and saw an orange cat staring at her with big eyes.
"So cute." That was her first thought.
The girl, who had been interested in mechanics since childhood, ultimately couldn't shake her pursuit of cute things.
Her fingers loosened their grip on the faded handbag. As she crouched down, her knees pressed against the patched hem of her skirt, the cheap fabric rustling as it brushed against the damp pavement.
She reached out and gently stroked the orange cat's head. The orange cat didn't flinch and just sat there, letting the girl stroke its head.
"This cat is so soft and warm, it feels warmer than freshly baked bread from the bakery."
The person and the cat stopped in the middle of the road.
"Watch out!" Lorne's warning was crushed by the sound of horseshoes. A carriage sped off toward the girl and the cat.
With his superhuman physique, Lorne managed to reach the girl before the carriage arrived. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, narrowly avoiding the impact of the carriage. The girl then fell into his arms.
……
"Sir, could you please let me go?" the girl in his arms cried out.
Lorne realized that his actions were somewhat impolite, so he quickly let go of her hand and allowed the girl to step back onto the ground.
Lorne picked up the veil from the ground, wiped it gently, and handed it to the girl.
Perhaps because his earlier actions had been somewhat impolite, he took the initiative to introduce himself like a gentleman.
"Hello, miss, my name is Lorne Disenke."
"Thank you for saving me, Mr. Disenke." The girl took the hat and thanked Lorne in a low voice.
"No, you're welcome." Lorne shook his head gently.
"I should be the one apologizing. That cat is actually my pet," Lorne said, pointing to the orange cat not far away.
As an "assassin," it easily dodged the carriage and gracefully crouched on the ground.
Upon seeing Lorne, it meowed and leaped straight into his arms.
"You're always causing me trouble." Lorne ruffled Laki's hair, his tone slightly displeased.
"Oh, this is your cat. It's so cute..."
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"Oh no, I'm going to be late for school." The girl, who was chatting with Lorne, suddenly realized something.
"The public carriage must have already left." The girl looked anxious.
"Let's just take a horse-drawn carriage," Lorne suggested.
"But, but..." She clenched her hands and didn't speak.
"No money?" Lorne asked, glancing at the girl's attire.
"It's alright, it's on me."
Before the girl could refuse, he added another sentence.
"Consider it an apology to you."
"Alright then, thank you." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she accepted Lorne's kindness.
Lorne then hailed a horse-drawn carriage by the roadside. He then helped the girl into the carriage and paid the fare for her.
As the two were about to part, Lorne, as if possessed, asked the girl a question:
"Miss, may I tell you your name?"
Seeing Lorne's concerned expression, the girl smiled and replied:
"My name is Melissa Moretti."
"Meow~" Rachel in Lorne's arms suddenly meowed, then closed her eyes again as she watched the two waving goodbye.