Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 381 Letter of Recommendation

"It seems this villa is still under renovation."

The room reeked of wood, paint, and dust. Some rooms had newly laid floors, half-painted walls, and tools and materials were piled up everywhere.

To Tracy's surprise, the villa seemed completely empty. The workers who had been there during the day had left, and the large villa was eerily quiet.

"Why do I have this strange feeling?"

After wandering around the villa, just as Tracy thought she was going to leave empty-handed again, she suddenly felt a strange stirring, as if something was secretly drawing her in—

"Gulp—" She swallowed unconsciously, a complex feeling of curiosity and repression welling up inside her.

"It seems—to be underground—"

Following her senses, she went to the living room, activated her spiritual vision, and quickly discovered a passage that appeared to be the entrance to the basement. But when she struggled to open it, she was disappointed to find that the passage was completely blocked by a thick layer of cement.

"It looks like it was only recently blocked."

"Strange, could there be some unknown secret down there?"

Tracy felt somewhat dazed, as if her spirituality had been touched by some unseen force.

She glanced around warily, and seeing that there was no movement, she began to think about how to break through the solid concrete blockade.

"!"

Just as she was thinking, her spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered!

A cold gust of wind blew in without warning, slamming open the tightly closed windows of the villa.

Tracy instantly became alert, her muscles tensing up.

Something unseen was nearby—she clenched her fists, ready to fight at any moment.

Seeing that Tracy had no intention of leaving, a howling blizzard, mixed with biting cold, suddenly swept in!

"Bang!"

Tracy reacted swiftly, shooting out a black ice crystal. The black ice collided violently with the snow and wind in mid-air, scattering the condensed ice crystals in all directions.

The next second, countless grotesque ghosts, exuding a venomous aura, surged toward Tracy from all directions.

"Click."

Just as the evil spirits were about to touch her, a burst of black flames suddenly rose from the ghosts, instantly igniting them.

These low-level spirits emitted silent, mournful howls amidst the black flames, their forms rapidly twisting and dimming before burning away within seconds, turning into scattered specks of black ash.

"Grudge?!"

Tracy was startled. Having sailed the seas for many years, she had met many members of the Rose School and had some understanding of their abilities.

Let's retreat!

Realizing that at least one of the middle-order individuals was hidden in the villa, Tracy decisively abandoned her plan to pursue the matter.

The next moment, a massive amount of black flames surged from her body and spread wildly in all directions.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party dodged, Tracy followed her spiritual intuition, broke through the window, and disappeared into the vast night in a flash.

A moment later, a figure dressed in an elaborate black court dress and wearing an exquisite little soft hat slowly emerged.

Sharon stared silently in the direction of the window where Tracy had disappeared, her beautiful face expressionless, only uttering thoughtfully, "Witch—"

In a budget hotel in Tingen.

"Tinggen City Employment Security Association ————"

"Backlund has all sorts of associations, I didn't expect Tingen to be like that too—"

Having shed his restrictive formal attire and changed into comfortable casual clothes, Lorne leaned back in his chair, looking slightly tired.

Lachi lay comfortably in his arms, enjoying her master's caresses.

"Thank you for your hard work—" Lorne muttered to himself while petting the cat. There was a lot of information to process today; he needed to digest it properly.

"Meow~" Laki squinted her eyes comfortably and purred.

"The Moretti family isn't doing too well—Melissa doesn't seem to have recovered from the loss of her brother, although she's trying to be strong. And her older brother, Benson, has lost his job—"

"About Klein Moretti—"

After hesitating for a moment, he gently put the orange cat down, carefully placed the sleeping cat on the bed, and covered it with a blanket.

Then he went to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a sentence on the paper.

Then, he took a pendulum out of his pocket, levitated it above the paper, closed his eyes, and silently recited in his mind: "Clay Moretti's accident is related to my whistleblower letter."

"Klein Moretti's accident is related to my whistleblower letter."

"Klein Moretti's accident is related to my whistleblower letter."

A moment later, the suspended pendulum began to rotate slightly clockwise.

"The fluctuation is very small, indicating some connection, but not a significant one."

"So, my whistleblower letter did have some effect. It may have attracted the attention of the night watchman or led to an investigation, indirectly affecting the subsequent course of events?"

He put away his pendulum, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

"Hiss—if Klein Moretti really is a Night Watcher, and given that he does have problems, the best outcome would be for him to be locked up and investigated—"

"But the information we've gathered so far doesn't seem quite right. The so-called disappearance doesn't seem to be just an excuse the church is using—there's also Sherlock Moriarty, who appeared in Backlund—he knows about my situation in Tingen—"

the next day.

"Five pence, sir."

"Okay." Lorne paid the money and got off the carriage.

He looked up at the building in front of him: the Tingen City Employment Security Association.

This is an old three-story building with some red bricks on the exterior walls that are already somewhat mottled, much like the fortune teller's club he had seen before.

He picked up a penny and tossed it into the air. The coin tumbled through the air before landing heads up in his palm.

Upon seeing this result, Lorne pushed open the association's door.

The association's lobby was packed with people, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat, tobacco, and anxiety.

Staff members bustled about behind the counter, carrying thick stacks of documents and forms. In front of the counter, a large crowd of people stood, their faces filled with worry and anxiety. Most wore decent but slightly worn clothes, clutching their resumes tightly, their eyes reflecting uncertainty and unease about the future.

Judging from their appearance, they've all just lost their jobs and desperately need a new one to support their families.

"It seems that quite a few people have lost their jobs lately."

Lorne stood at the doorway, surveying the crowd around him.

Even though she's unemployed, she's still trying her best to maintain her dignity—

"They all seem to be middle-class or technically skilled individuals."

If ordinary workers are unlucky enough to lose their jobs, they will mostly go to the docks or factory gates to wait for odd jobs. They rarely go to places that look "high-end" and require filling out forms to find work.

Seeing that no one offered to serve him, Lorne silently walked to the end of a relatively short queue. The queue moved slowly forward, filled with various inquiries and complaints.

"Sir, have you heard back about my job offer from the railway bureau?"

"Ma'am, could you please follow up with the printing factory again?"

"I have ten years of accounting experience, how come I can't even find a warehouse bookkeeping job?!"

When it was his turn, the busy, sweating staff member glanced at him impatiently and then handed him a poorly printed form and a dip pen: "Looking for a job? Fill out the form first."

"No, I'm not here to look for a job." Lorne shook his head slightly, a professional smile on his face.

"I'm here to seek cooperation."

"A low-powered mental storm" can indeed be somewhat useful in negotiations. When the other party is in a daze, they are more likely to believe what you say and it's easier to achieve your goal.

"While it can't compare to professional mental abilities, it's still quite effective for ordinary people."

"You can try this trick when you're negotiating business in the future."

Lorne successfully convinced the association's staff by leveraging his experience in doing business during this period and the covert assistance of his extraordinary abilities.

I am a sales representative for a new company in Backlund. Due to business expansion, the company needs to recruit some experienced...

Reliable mid-level staff and clerks.

He came here on a business trip and heard about the reputation of the "Tinggen City Employment Mutual Assistance Association," so he came here specifically to establish contact and obtain some resumes of people who meet the basic requirements as a reference for initial screening.

Reasonable business dealings represent potential high-quality employers and sources of income for a beleaguered association.

Therefore, he successfully obtained the information he wanted from the association.

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Benson Moretti – 26 years old.

He was originally a senior clerk at West Germany Export Trading Company.

Lorne flipped through Benson's resume.

"You have a lot of work experience!"

"His work ability seems quite good, and the evaluation is very high —"

"I worked very hard to keep my job, often working overtime and taking on work outside my job description, but unfortunately I still couldn't stop the wave of company closures."

"I don't know if he wants to develop his career in Backlund."

Lorne recalled his recent collaboration with Charles to resolve his sales channel issues.

With their help, he acquired a small trading company and took over the business of his factory. Charles also transferred some of his business channels, thereby helping him resolve some distribution issues.

Currently, the company is just getting on track and is indeed short-staffed, especially in terms of trustworthy and experienced "insiders".

Well, Klein Moretti's situation is somewhat related to me.

Although Lorne didn't think his reporting was wrong—after all, reporting cult members was the duty of good citizens—he had a subtle feeling of being "indirectly implicated" when he saw the Moretti family in trouble, Melissa suppressing her grief, and Benson's anxiety about losing his job.

"How about—"

A moment later, he picked up a pendulum and performed a divination. After confirming that the result was relatively positive...

He picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter of recommendation for James Scott in the name of "Lorne Disenke".

"It's always better to go all the way when putting on an act."

"If he doesn't want to leave Tingen, then it's fate—" Lorne sighed as he looked at the letter he had just finished writing.

"As for that certain voyeuristic evil god—"

"It's time to face it."

He had a strange premonition that his actions today might have many interesting effects later on.