r18novel Chapter 258 Danitz Wants to Make Money
Chapter 258 Danitz Wants to Make Money
Chapter 258 Danitz Wants to Make Money
"Rachel, are you alright?"
Lorne looked at the orange cat in front of him, whose fur seemed to have become even shinier, and asked with some curiosity.
"Meow--"
The orange cat stuck out its pink tongue and slowly licked its front paws, seemingly sensing the changes in its body after the upgrade.
"How do you feel? Have you awakened any new abilities?" Lorne reached out and touched Laki's smooth back, asking curiously.
"Hiss—meow—"
A look of human-like confusion crossed Lachi's eyes. It seemed to have awakened something, but didn't know how to express it to Lorne. It could only nuzzle Lorne's fingers, making gurgling sounds, its face full of eager anticipation—
"Why do I feel like you're even cuter than before?" Lorne muttered to himself, looking at its bewildered yet eager expression.
"But—the name of this potion, 'Instigator,' sounds like it requires interaction with others, stirring up emotions, and instigating conflict to process, doesn't it?" Lorne rubbed his chin, lost in thought.
"What are you going to do, you're just a cat? Go find other cats and incite them to fight over dried fish or territory?" He imagined a group of cats hissing and puffing up their fur under Laki's "instigation," and found it somewhat comical.
Just as he was seriously considering the feasibility of having Rachi digest the potion, his orange cat seemed to have exhausted its energy, tilted its head, and lay down.
"Laqi?"
"Laqi?"
Lorne called out twice, and after confirming that it was just asleep, shook his head helplessly.
"Sigh, never mind." He sighed, carefully picked up Laki, and placed her on the soft bed.
He then returned to his desk and pulled a letter from his pocket. It was the reply from Cattleya, the "mysterious queen" Bernadette, who had just given it to him.
"Tsk—"
He wasn't really keen on reading the letter right now. After all, in Lorne's view, he had just been "betrayed"—
But when he thought of the strange things he had encountered before, and the troublesome full moon language that Fors had, Lorne suppressed his emotions.
After repeatedly confirming through divination and spiritual vision that there had been no tampering with the letter, he opened the envelope and began to read it carefully.
"I'm glad you wrote to me. I happen to have done some research on the question you asked—"
"Happy? I'm not happy at all"—Lorne silently complained to himself after reading the first sentence of the letter.
"The Time Insect—"
So that strange worm that I spat out was called the "Time Worm," and it's related to the high sequence of the "Thief" pathway.
"Thief"?!
The image of Hazel instantly flashed into Lorne's mind.
Could it be that her theft wasn't simply a hobby, but rather a form of "acting"? Was she a "thief"?
An extraordinary being who has passed the "Player" pathway!? But she doesn't seem to understand the "Acting Method" at all—
No, it's definitely not a coincidence that she would play the role of a "thief".
Lorne initially thought that Hazel might just be a wild extraordinary individual who stumbled into the realm of mysticism by accident. After all, people from high society like her had a much higher probability of coming into contact with extraordinary powers than ordinary people.
But now, thinking about it carefully, perhaps there was another figure behind her, like a "teacher." This person was guiding Hazel to digest the potion, but didn't tell her all the knowledge of the "playing method."
So, is the "Time Worm" I spat out related to Hazel?
"I'll have to test Hazel again another day." Lorne noted this thought down, his gaze continuing to move across the letter.
"The Abraham Family - 'Apprentice' Path - Full Moon Eating Language -"
The origin of the Full Moon Eating Language is related to this ancient Abrahamic family. Does that mean Fors's gemstone bracelet is an item from this family?
Because she used something belonging to this family, the curse that this family carried also fell upon her.
"Abraham—hmm, that name sounds familiar?" Lorne felt like he had heard that surname somewhere before.
"However, even if I know that the eating language is some kind of curse, I don't know how to break it," Lorne said, somewhat disappointed. The letter did not mention any specific method to break the full moon's eating language.
No, according to the letter, it's still uncertain whether the Abrahamic family itself has any way to break the curse.
"Sigh, let's tell Fors about this first, at least let her know what she's facing. Then we can figure out a solution together—" Lorne carefully put the letter away and decided to visit the writer another day.
"The stock market is booming—the main index has risen for seven consecutive days—"
The next morning, Lorne picked up the latest issue of the Backlund Post and looked at the news on the economics section.
"There's been quite a bit of news about the stock market lately—"
"Should I—join in the fun and give it a try?" Looking at the series of encouraging increase figures in the newspaper, Lorne was also tempted.
After all, no one would complain about having too much money, and his various plans all require substantial financial support.
"Sigh—never mind." After a brief moment of impulsiveness, reason prevailed again. "It costs money everywhere."
Updating equipment at a gun factory would cost several thousand pounds, not to mention worker wages and material procurement—their cash reserves couldn't withstand such a risk.
Moreover, once you enter the stock market, it's like falling into a deep sea. Whether before or after his time travel, he had never seriously played the stock market.
Investing money rashly in a completely unfamiliar field could very well result in losing everything.
Stability is his top priority at this stage.
He turned the newspaper to the back and found another news item that caught his attention.
"The 12th case! The 'devil' reappears in Backlund; police claim to have identified the culprit!"
The demon—could it be the monster I encountered last night?
At the same time, on a distant colonial island.
"Bullshit! The stock market in Backlunds is making so much money!"
Danitz, far away in the colony of Bayam, looked at the newspaper in his hand and had the same thought.
"A 40% profit right off the bat! That's way more promising than being a pirate—"
He muttered to himself, then suddenly realized what he was thinking and spat out a mouthful of filth. "Bullshit! What was I thinking? How could following the captain be a dead end! Being a pirate—being an adventurer—that's the only way to make a living!"
Even so, his gaze couldn't help but linger on the numbers on the newspaper that symbolized rising prices, his heart pounding.
"Invest over four thousand pounds, and after two or three rounds, wouldn't you be able to earn over ten thousand pounds?"
As the most important maritime colony of the Kingdom of Loen, Bayam naturally has a lot of news about Backlund in its local newspapers, with the most news being about Backlund as the capital.
To be honest, Danitz has been quite depressed these past two days.
The Church of Storms had finally relaxed maritime controls and restored the previous order. Their "Golden Dream," having resupplyed in port, was preparing for a long voyage when, shortly after setting sail, they encountered the fleet of "Admiral Disease." Without a word, the admiral launched a fierce attack.
Because the incident happened suddenly, and because "Admiral Disease's" fleet seemed to have just been modernized and possessed exceptionally fierce firepower, they suffered considerable losses. The only saving grace was that there were no casualties on board.
But after this incident, Danitz clearly noticed that the other people on the "Golden Dream" were looking at him differently.
Although the captain didn't say anything.
But the news of his £7,000 arrest warrant was already common knowledge. Many on the ship were whispering that Tracy's attack on them was entirely because of him.
Because he offended the "Disease General," the other party sought revenge, which led to them being innocently implicated and falling into such a passive situation.
It's unpleasant to be talked about behind your back, and what frustrates Danitz the most is that he thinks so too. Considering what he and Brando did back then, it seems perfectly reasonable for Tracy to hate him.
This combination of internal and external frustration made him desperately need to find an outlet or do something to prove his worth and distract himself.
Making money is a great way to relieve stress without making you feel tired.
Once the idea took hold, it was hard to suppress. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He grabbed a bottle of Léronique, put on what he thought was his friendliest smile, and knocked on the door of the next cabin.
"Iron Man, I remember you have a relative in Backlund, right?"
Two more days passed.
"Laki, I'm going out for a bit. You stay home and behave yourself."
Lorne disguised himself and planned to visit the Extraordinary Gathering and, while he was there, pay a visit to Fors and tell her the contents of the letter.
"Meow—" Laki nodded obediently, her tail tip swaying gently, looking like she was "being very obedient."
However, after Lorne left, it quietly climbed out of the window and landed lightly on the street.
This time, it plans to go further and test its newly acquired "Instigator" ability.
Using her "assassin" abilities and the inherent agility of a feline, Laki easily traversed several streets.
Too many people, too conspicuous, no way—it cleverly avoided the bustling market.
Too remote, not a soul in sight, that won't do either—it sped through the abandoned factory area.
After some twists and turns, Laki arrived near Queens. The number of people there was just right—not too many, not too few.
Who to target? — Lachi crouched against a low wall, scanning the few pedestrians on the street: a hurried postman, a maid carrying a shopping basket —
Just as it was carefully selecting its first "instigator," a figure caught its attention.
It was a large golden retriever with its tongue lolling out, its steps light and brisk, its face full of "joy" and "silly delight," running out of the small garden not far away with a cheerful gait.
meow~
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