Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 383 Mr. World Has No Interest in Money
Cough! Cough! Cough! Dorian choked on his own saliva, coughing as if his lungs were being torn apart.

The teacup in his hand suddenly fell, heading straight for the ground, but then, as if by magic, it bounced back up and landed steadily on the coffee table.

Inside the box, Louis Wayne also heard these words and let out a terrified scream.

Even if he wanted to commit suicide now, he couldn't. With Dorian Gray's Sequence 7 strength, saving him would be a piece of cake.

Dorian didn't question Fowles's words too much, because in this world, there are all sorts of strange and extraordinary abilities, and such bizarre extraordinary abilities are not uncommon.

Dorian himself knew of several abilities that could accomplish this, but he had never thought of it in that direction.

Someone capable of dealing with a Sequence 5 Traveler would probably find this task quite easy.

“Good, very good…” Dorian took two deep breaths, muttered a few words to himself with a hint of excitement, and slowly smiled as he looked at Louis.

"Looks like you didn't die so easily after all..."

He reached out a hand towards the box. Fowles cooperated by pushing the box forward a little, allowing Dorian to easily reach inside and grab the head.

"So, what would be considered 'too much'?" Dorian grabbed Louis's head and pulled him out.

“Hmm…” Fors thought for a moment, “Teacher, your normal punches and kicks without using extraordinary abilities should be considered within the acceptable range.”

“Is that so?” Dorian held Louis in his hand and weighed him in his hand. “Indeed, I’m just a magician, I don’t have much strength.”

As he spoke, he placed Louis on the coffee table beside him and gently patted his bald head.

Louis kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to make a sound.

“Indeed, we were too lenient with you before, which is why you had the idea of ​​defecting. Isn’t that right?” Dorian asked Louis softly.

"But now I understand that kindness has no value in this world."

"Perhaps my methods will need to be even more unique and ruthless in the future, right?"

Louis Wayne's eyes welled up with tears of fear that he couldn't hold back.

Dorian hadn't forgotten Fowles. He looked up at the student and asked, "Can you tell me how you did that?"

“I found a very skilled… um… bounty hunter at a gathering of extraordinary individuals, and I paid him almost 1 gold pounds for his help,” Fowles replied carefully.

What she didn't say was that Louis was the one who turned her into who she is now.

“I see. I guess he might have used a level two… or even a level one sealed artifact…” Dorian said thoughtfully. “Even ten thousand pounds wouldn’t make sense…”

"You just said you paid £1 as a bounty?"

He didn't know much about Fowles' financial situation, only that the student was a bestselling novelist who should have a lot of royalties, and that he seemed to be doing quite well in the circles of extraordinary people, always getting high-paying deals, so it wasn't too shocking or unacceptable that he could save £1.

What he didn't know was that, as a follower of the god of poverty, Fowles even used a second-hand crystal ball to perform astrological divination.

Fowles shifted slightly, looking a little guilty, and said, "The premium is too high?"

She deliberately used this rhetorical question to cover up the fact that she had overstated prices, thus making it seem like she had little experience in similar matters.

“Hmm… this price is too unreasonable. He might have ulterior motives… Anyway, if needed, you can seek the protection of the Church. I’ve heard that the Church of Pleasure is relatively lenient towards wild Extraordinary individuals. As long as they haven’t committed any serious crimes, they’re unlikely to be caught.” Dorian still thought the price was too cheap and believed that the bounty hunter might have ulterior motives. “So, who is that bounty hunter? I can’t imagine that there’s such a powerful individual hidden among Backlund’s bounty hunters.”

"If Mr. World really wants to harm me, you're sending me walking into a trap," Fowles muttered to himself.

After a moment's thought, Fowles said, "German Sparrow."

Gehrman Sparrow… Dorian felt a throbbing in his forehead, his hands involuntarily clenched, and his body inexplicably tensed up.

Being in Pulitzer Bay, whether by choice or by circumstance, he was more aware of the various rumors circulating at sea than the citizens of Baekeland who relied on newspapers for their information.

In recent months, he has been hearing about Gehrmansparo from various sources, from killing "Iron" McVitie to severely injuring "Disease Admiral" Tracy, and then a series of news about hunting pirates.

These stories are inherently crazy.

The pirates called her "Mad Dog" or "Crazy Gehrman." Of course, there was also a nickname, "Wild Rose of the Five Seas." It's just unclear where that name originated.

But soon, he relaxed.

Although Gehrman was crazy, he was, after all, an agent of the church.

There has never been any concrete news of Gehrman intentionally attacking innocent people.

There are many rumors about him massacring cities and islands, but it's obvious that these are just pirates deliberately smearing him.

But Dorian soon couldn't help but ask a question.

"You...you went to the church's agents?"

The next thought that popped into his head was:

Church saints actually charge fees for cracking down on cult members.
Although I know the Pleasure Church is poor, it shouldn't be this poor, right?
This is practically a beggars' guild.

“Well,” Fowles thought for a moment and replied, “I found it at an extraordinary gathering. You know, being the church’s agent is just a side job for him; his real profession is hunting.”

“Hmm, that’s barely reasonable.” Dorian nodded slightly. “Normally, assassinating Louis Wayne, who has the support of the Aurora Society, would cost at least £3. Well, if there are other circumstances, the price will have to go up.”

"However, if it's an official extraordinary individual, it's probably normal for them to charge much less than the market rate. After all, this might incentivize us to help combat cults..."

"Perhaps he is just more interested in Louis Wayne's extraordinary properties, which could be made into quite useful magical items for extraordinary individuals from other pathways, provided he can find the right 'craftsman'."

"Or perhaps he's been eyeing Louis Wayne all along, and is using the intelligence you provided to carry out his operation, which also generates extra revenue."

Fowles nodded, but didn't think a single Sequence 5 Extraordinary trait would be particularly appealing to Mr. World. After all, he was a top-tier jungler who could produce over a dozen Extraordinary Traits at once.

Moreover, when they first met, Mr. World appeared cold on the surface but had a lot on his mind.

A person who truly wants to get rich will not have a smile on their face.

The assessment of Mr. World showed that he had no interest in money or extraordinary qualities.

(End of this chapter)