Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 384 Conversation with Will

"Monkey Brando?!"

Upon hearing this long-unheard name, Lorne's pupils constricted sharply.

How did he know?

I haven't used that name since I arrived in Backlund. Will Unsetin's survival was expected. As a high-sequence individual, having any backup plan is perfectly reasonable.

But—even if he knew that "James Scott" and "Lorne Disenk" were the same person, there was no reason for him to know the name "Monkey Brando".

unless----

"Roy King?" he asked tentatively, narrowing his eyes.

"That's right."

Will's childish voice, though still carrying a hint of melancholy, rang out once more.

"Do you know him? Or rather—are you in the same organization as him? Are you his superior?"

"Yes." The voice didn't deny it. "I've received some reports about you."

"call----"

Lorne breathed a sigh of relief; at least logically, it was clear.

"So, you're aware of my situation?"

"Hmm." The voice paused, as if savoring something. "You once treated me to ice cream in front of the hospital. It was good."

"That's why I remembered you."

"Okay—" Lorne shrugged, accepting the reality. In front of a high-sequence "Fate" pathway master, especially one who might also have an intelligence network, his little bit of concealment seemed inadequate.

"What brings you here, Lord Will?"

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As the word "sir" was uttered, the flowing silvery-white seemed to freeze for a moment. Will fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange and awkward.

After a long while, the voice slowly rang out again, but this time it was less unfathomable and more childlike and awkward.

"You don't need to call me sir. I'm just a little curious about you."

"And—I can sense that you seem to harbor some hostility towards me?"

"Uh—" Lorne paused for a moment, then said frankly, "It's normal to have some reservations when you're an Extraordinary being on the same path, isn't it?"

"Besides, the last time we met, you told me I would have bad luck. And as it turns out, shortly after that, I encountered some—quite troublesome—things. So, it's hard not to make some connections."

"This has nothing to do with me."

After hearing Lorne's accusations, Will decisively and quickly distanced himself: "I was just offering an objective interpretation of your fate. Everything is fate's arrangement; I was merely an observer and never did anything to harm you."

"Fate?" Lorne nodded, neither confirming nor denying.

"So, you went to all that trouble to bring me into this dream just to observe me?"

How did you get in touch with me?

"That origami crane?"

"That's right," Will affirmed. "There's a remnant of my spirit on the origami cranes, and you left a message on them—"

So he did receive the message that I was going to find him—Lorne nodded, accepting this explanation.

Although he had carefully examined the origami crane and found nothing unusual, it was reasonable for Will, as a high-sequence individual, to have some methods that he couldn't see.

Now that he had made contact, he didn't intend to waste the opportunity.

"By the way—since you are Roy King's superior, could you sell me the Sequence 4 potion recipe and materials?"

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"No—" Will refused decisively.

"Why?" Lorne asked, puzzled. "I can pay you enough."

"It's confidential," Will gave a somewhat perfunctory but irrefutable reason.

"Then I can join you." Lorne immediately changed his approach and tentatively asked, "Roy King tried to recruit me before. Now it should be more convenient for me to apply directly to you, right?"

"No."

Will refused again, even faster than before, seemingly afraid that Lorne would really cling to him.

Before Lorne could ask any further questions, he quickly gave a reason: "Fate tells me I shouldn't do this. The timing isn't right."

"And even if I tell you the recipe, you won't be able to gather the materials in a short time."

"However," Will continued, seemingly to appease Lorne or to change the subject, "if you want a promotion—I can give you some advice."

"What suggestion?" Lorne asked curiously.

"Aurora Tour".

"The Aurora Society? That mad organization that 'believes in a true creator'?" Lorne frowned. "They possess high-sequence resources from the 'Destiny' pathway?"

"That's right. And they seem to have been quite active in Backlund lately; you should keep an eye on them—"

"Your promotion opportunity may be related to them."

"that----"

Lorne hesitated for two seconds, then asked cautiously, "Dr. Allen said you were chased by a snake in a dream—"

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Will did not answer, and the dream paused briefly again.

"By the way, how are you feeling right now? Do you need any help? If so, how can I reach you?" Lorne tried to break the awkward silence.

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"Okay, can I contact you if there are any special circumstances?"

"Use that origami crane," Will's voice finally came. "Just write down the contact information on it."

"For the sake of the ice cream, if you ever run into trouble, you can try coming to me—"

"But I can't guarantee I'll help."

"I--"

Lorne wanted to say something more, but the next moment, the entire dream began to shatter—collapse—

"Sigh—being a baby is tiring and dangerous!" Will sighed dejectedly.

"Why do I always encounter this kind of thing—whether it's Him or that stupid serpent Urolius—"

"I hope this person isn't what I imagine—"

"Let that stupid snake scout things out first."

"call--"

Lorne suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

His pajamas were soaked with cold sweat.

"Gulp." He swallowed unconsciously.

"I didn't see the physical form—but I still have some strange desires."

"Ice cream—I'm suddenly a little hungry."

"Attraction through the same path—"

He calmed his breathing and reviewed the conversation in his mind.

"And... will there be an aurora?"

"The evil spirit in that ruin once said that he had a high-sequence friend through the 'path of destiny'—could he also be from the Aurora Society—"

"Forget it, we can't be sure just by guessing. Let's find out more information later."

"The recipe can also be purchased from the Mysterious Queen; I can afford it now—"

"However, I always have this feeling that Will is afraid of me? Just like Roy King back then." Lorne stroked his chin, lost in thought.

He turned to look at Lachi, who was still fast asleep beside him, then quietly got up and poured himself a glass of water.

"Glug glug ...

The cool water helped alleviate the burning hunger.

He walked to the window and opened it.

The crimson moonlight shone on the quiet streets of Tingen.

"Judging by the time, it's about time we headed back."

Backlund, an office in MI9.

"Yes, sir."

"Based on our testing and feedback from some clinics in the East District, this medication called 'Hope' does indeed have the advertised effects, and even better than expected."

An MI9 agent was respectfully reporting the latest findings of his investigation to his superior behind the desk.

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"You said it was distributed for free? Through that—what fund?"

The officer in the gray uniform picked up the glass bottle containing a pale green liquid from the table and gently shook it.

"That's right, it was distributed free of charge to the poor in the East District by that 'Women and Children's Relief Fund' —"

"Ha—this James Scott has certainly given us quite a few surprises," the officer remarked.

"The fact that they can distribute it for free means that the cost of this medicine is within a controllable range, and that they have mastered the method of large-scale production. Otherwise, even the richest philanthropist could not afford such consumption."

"This is a very valuable strategic material."

"If we could supply the army on a large scale—" The officer tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a series of dull sounds.

A moment later, he looked up.

"The in-depth investigation into James Scott is on hold for now. As long as it's confirmed that he doesn't have the background of Fursack or Intis, the focus now is on figuring out his lifestyle, personal preferences, business weaknesses, and—what he truly values."