novelraw Chapter 306 Delicious Snake, and Unexpected Possibilities
Chapter 306 Delicious Snake, and Unexpected Possibilities
Chapter 306 Delicious Snake, and Unexpected Possibilities
"snake!"
Lorne suddenly opened his eyes and warily scanned his surroundings.
The desk, the scattered files, and the empty coffee cup —
Still in the office—he was just too tired and accidentally fell asleep—he breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his temples which were a little swollen from sleeping face down, and felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.
"It seems even extraordinary individuals can't work overtime."
The newly acquired factories all required his attention, including staffing, employee retention, and the handover of various business operations. Although he tried his best to preserve the original framework of the factories, efficiently integrating these diverse factories remained a headache.
He possesses the abilities of a "machine," but there are some things he's never encountered before, so he can only learn and experiment as he goes.
"If only I had a secretary or something —" Lorne muttered to himself.
He got up, poured himself a glass of water, and took a small sip.
"The dream I just had—" Thinking of the strange dream that had jolted him awake from his exhaustion, he put down his cup, his brow furrowing slightly.
He couldn't remember the specific details, only that he seemed to have seen a strange scene from the perspective of an observer.
"A dark spire—a giant snake—and a little boy—" He tried hard to recall the scene from his dream.
"Hiss—a snake, trying to eat a little boy—"
"No!" Lorne shook his head slightly, feeling that the description wasn't accurate enough. He rested his chin on his hand, thought for a moment, and then offered a more fitting description: "A snake that looks delicious wants to eat a little boy that also looks delicious."
"Wait a minute, why would I have such a thought? I'm not a 'werewolf'."
"What does this strange dream mean?"
As an extraordinary being, his dreams must have some symbolic meaning. However, this particular dream was so abstract that he couldn't immediately decipher its meaning.
He couldn't quite figure out what the snake represented. But the little boy immediately reminded him of someone.
Will Unsett!
"Could it be—he's being chased by someone?!"
"————" Lorne's heart sank.
"Hiss—no matter what, this dream doesn't seem like a good omen. I have a lot of important things to do lately, I hope it doesn't actually cause any trouble."
"Ugh, this is so annoying!"
Fors irritably rubbed her long brown hair, looking listless.
She was in a pretty good mood at first.
While discussing what gift to give Miss Audrey, Mr. Scott specifically asked her if she wanted to accompany him to the charity gala.
She was truly thrilled. Because between herself and that young lady named Hazel, the other woman had chosen her!
What does this mean? It means that in Scott's eyes, he is more attractive to a mature, intelligent woman who shares his interests than to a young, naive, and arrogant rich girl!
This is the advantage of mature women!
However, just as she was about to happily agree, Hugh suddenly pulled her aside and whispered with an unusually serious expression, "Fors, think it through! There will definitely be a lot of reporters at those parties. What if they take pictures and publish them in the newspaper, and your pen pal Lorne sees them—won't he misunderstand? Won't he be jealous?"
Hugh's expression was very serious at the time, with a warning, a persuasion, and some other complex emotions that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Fors was somewhat intimidated by Hugh's gaze, and considering her current situation, she had no choice but to decline Scott's invitation.
"well----"
She took a cigarette from the pack, intending to soothe her agitated mood. Just then, Hugh pushed open the door and entered the study.
"Smoking is bad for your health," Hugh said, sniffing.
"Hugh, I didn't need you to remind me." Fors gave her a resentful look. "You're such a spoilsport."
"Knock knock".
A knock on the door? No. Lorne's gaze shifted to the window beside him.
It was the sound of knocking on the window.
"Ms. Sharon?" he asked tentatively.
"it's me."
Wearing a Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat, Sharon's figure slowly emerged from the shadows outside the window.
Okay, it wasn't a hallucination—you really did knock on the window. This scene—it's really vengeful, it has the feel of an old-fashioned horror movie—Lorne silently complained in his mind, but remained calm on the surface.
"Here's what you wanted." A crystal-clear ruby appeared in the other person's hand.
"Thank you." Lorne reached out and took it.
"That way, the materials for the talisman are no longer a problem."
"A talisman?" Sharon asked, somewhat puzzled. Although this ruby was a good spiritual material, would it be inappropriate, or rather—too wasteful—to use it for making talismans? The spiritual capacity of gemstones was not as strong as that of ordinary metal materials.
"There's no other way, we have to make it a bit fancy," Lorne explained.
"Although I'm not as skilled as the captain, I can still do some low-level spells well."
"Captain—" Sharon murmured almost inaudibly.
"I can help if needed."
"After all, I'm your teacher now."
"No need—" Lorne shook his head slightly, "It's just a small gift, you don't need to go to that trouble."
"Gift?"
"Yes, a gift for a noble lady," Lorne shrugged and said, "that Audrey Hall. When giving a gift to the daughter of a high-ranking nobleman, the gift naturally has to be fancy and expensive."
"Actually, I originally planned to give some occult knowledge—" Lorne was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere in the office.
Huh? Is it a bit cold? Has the temperature suddenly dropped?
Sharon's azure eyes were fixed silently on Lorne, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. She, who was usually as demure as a puppet, had surprisingly revealed a trace of emotion.
You asked me to help you buy gemstones so that they could be a gift for a noble lady?
Is this correct?
Restraint—restraint—reason tells Sharon that she shouldn't have such strong emotional fluctuations.
But there's just a certain inexplicable sense of stagnation.
Why give her a gift?
After a moment of silence, she spoke slowly.
These words were spoken with great seriousness—although Sharon’s tone remained as aloof as ever, Lorne still sensed something unusual about it.
"It was my friend who asked him for help while I was incarcerated—"
He briefly recounted to Sharon what Hugh and Fors had told him before.
"Hmm." Sharon nodded slightly after hearing this, her expression unreadable.
However, the inexplicable low temperature around us seemed to have returned to normal.
In fact, Sharon already knew about this. She was present the day Fors, Hugh, and Hazel came to see Lorne. She heard everything and could easily piece together the cause and effect.
But—for some reason, she wanted to hear Lorne explain it to her in person.
"What are your thoughts on the party?" Sharon changed the subject again.
Lorne glanced at the other person and said, "I'm not planning on bringing a female companion—"
"I thought about it, and bringing a female companion doesn't really fit the 'hero' persona."
"As for Hazel, although I need to cooperate with Senator Macht, I don't want to reveal my position too early—after thinking it over, it's better to go alone." He smiled.
"After all, heroes are always lonely —"
"What about the dance?" Sharon asked again.
"The core of the gala is charity and exchange, and there may not necessarily be a dance segment. If dancing is required, we'll just have to randomly pair up with a lady at the event."
"As for whether we'll make a mistake or make a fool of ourselves—" Lorne said nonchalantly.
"I'm not a real nobleman, I don't care that much about face."
Upon hearing this, Sharon lowered her head and fell into deep thought.
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After a long while, she raised her head, gazing intently at Lorne with an unusually serious expression, a glimmer of light seeming to flicker in her azure eyes.
"Actually, I have a suggestion."
"A proposal?" Lorne asked curiously. "What kind of proposal?"
Sharon took a deep breath: "You'll find out later. Goodbye."
She seemed unwilling to explain now; her body quickly became transparent and disappeared into the shadows.
"Hiss—not this again." Lorne looked at the empty room with a helpless expression, then rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
He suddenly had a strange premonition that something completely unexpected might happen.
"I suggest—the moderates shouldn't take any extreme actions, right?"
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