allendalepharm Chapter 347 A Verbal Promise of Freebies in a Transaction
Chapter 347 A Verbal Promise of Freebies in a Transaction
Chapter 347 A Verbal Promise of Freebies in a Transaction
Sure enough, the possessed Raft was just a decoy, meant to attract my attention so that his true form could get close and confirm my actions.
I was careless —
Lorne cursed inwardly before asking, "What do you want?"
"Is it still going on?" Medici asked rhetorically.
"What do you mean?"
"How about we make a deal?"
"What kind of deal?"
Medici opened his illusory palm, and a ball of crimson light condensed out of thin air, eventually transforming into a clear image.
Medici opened his palm, and a picture materialized.
Within the image is a normal-sized tarot card, but the image on it is completely different from the other types. Sitting in the chariot is not a king, but a male priest wearing a deep red robe, who has the face of Roselle Gustav.
Lorne's pupils contracted instantly! He immediately realized what it was. Sharon and Marich, standing nearby, also clearly reacted, their spirituality fluctuating considerably.
"How about we trade this card for the one you have?"
As expected—he noticed it after all. This evil spirit's knowledge is far more extensive than I imagined.
"I refuse," Lorne replied crisply.
He himself had a "blasphemous card," so it wasn't that rare.
Medici didn't seem annoyed by such a straightforward rejection, but instead changed the subject: "I know that cards are important to you; they are symbols of status."
"But you really haven't heard of the name 'Medici'? Your teacher has never mentioned it to you?"
"No." Lorne's answer was as crisp and decisive as ever.
He didn't know what outrageous plot the other person had imagined, but he decided to follow along with his train of thought.
"Perhaps—the name Medici doesn't even need to be known." He added casually.
Medici's brow furrowed slightly.
"What an impolite brat. Have all the family's upbringing become this bad?"
Politeness—you're not exactly polite yourself, are you?—But he mistook me for someone from the Society? So it really is because of that 3 of Diamonds?—Lorne steered the conversation back on track: "The deal can wait. But we can talk about helping you break the seal—"
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"Oh? You're willing to help me?" Medici's tone was playful.
"Sure, but you have to answer a few questions for me first—after all, you just asked me so many questions, we should reciprocate, shouldn't we?"
"Hmph, trying to trick me into revealing information." Medici scoffed, but did not refuse.
"Go ahead and ask, since you might be of some use."
"That blasphemous card you just played, how did you obtain it?"
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"The Hunter." Its original owner, drawn here by some mystical attraction, died beside the descendants of the Tudors.
"Do you know the language of the full moon?" Lorne continued to ask.
Actually, he wanted to ask about Amon, but then he remembered that this evil spirit seemed unusually sensitive to the topic of "Amon." It was because of this topic that the evil spirit had seen through him, so he changed to a question that had been troubling him for a long time.
"Full Moon Eats Language" — Medici shook his head slightly.
Where is Mr. "That Door"?
"Bethel Abraham," Medici stated directly, "the ancestor of the Abraham family."
Medici then gave a rather lavish introduction to Mr. "The Gate." A duke during the Solomon Empire—the pinnacle of the "Apprentice" path, surpassing even the Angel King of Sequence 1.
These incredibly prestigious-sounding titles left Lorne completely bewildered. Although he was hearing some of the concepts for the first time, he could roughly understand what they meant.
"The 'Door'—it seems to have been sealed away, and for thousands of years."
"He's sealed away? Who could seal him away?" Medici was somewhat surprised.
In his mind, Bethel was always the one who sealed others, and what seal in this world could possibly hold that guy?
"It is said to be night and storm —" Lorne replied with a piece of information he had read in Russell's diary.
"I see—" A look of understanding flashed in Medici's eyes.
If the two true gods joined forces, it was indeed possible—however, given Bethel's abilities, there's no reason why he wouldn't have found a single chance to escape after so long—
Next, Lorne asked some questions about the history of the Quaternary Period, from which he learned that the "Black Emperor" was Sequence 0.
The title was used to refer to him, while Solomon was a true god.
At the same time, based on the information revealed by the other party and the fact that the "Red Priest" card was attracted by its characteristics, he could basically conclude that the evil spirit before him was probably an extraordinary being in the "Hunter" pathway in his previous life, and at a very high sequence.
This evil spirit is very valuable; it's practically a living treasure trove of history and mysticism—Lorne muttered to himself.
However, he also astutely noticed that this evil spirit was quite familiar with the history of the early Fourth Age, but became vague about the events of the middle and later periods. From this, he deduced that the spirit's demise must have occurred some time after the fall of the First Solomon Empire.
The two, one human and one ghost, chatted for a few more minutes. Lorne verbally promised to help the other find a way to break the seal. Medici also promised that if the seal could be broken, he would tell Lorne all the information and knowledge he knew.
The conversation between the two was surprisingly pleasant, completely devoid of the tense atmosphere from before, leaving Sharon and Marich, who were watching from a distance, stunned.
After the conversation ended, before leaving, Lorne suddenly stopped and forced a sincere smile: "By the way, could you tell me the recipe for the Hunter's Path Sequence 5 potion?"
He wanted to take the opportunity to get something for free again.
"Huh?" Medici seemed taken aback by his shamelessness. "Why do you think I'd tell you?"
"Anyway, after I break the seal for you, that 'Red Priest' card will theoretically be mine to handle," Lorne analyzed seriously. "Consider it an advance payment, or—part of our cooperation's sincerity? How about it?"
"Tch—" Medici scoffed dismissively, but after a few seconds of silence, he spoke quickly and clearly, "Sigh—Sequence 5 is the Reaper. The main ingredients are: a complete forepaw of a Dark Wolf, a jungle hunter's tongue—remember, kid, this is just interest."
"Okay, I will definitely find a way to help you as soon as possible." Lorne silently wrote down the recipe and made a solemn verbal promise again.
Afterwards, he, along with Marich and Sharon, took the still unconscious Raft and left the eerie ruins.
"Medici, you idiot! You must be mistaken! That kid wasn't lying! If he were Joers's student, there's no way he wouldn't know anything about Amon—" Soren's voice rang out.
"That's right, it's impossible for the higher-ups in the society to be completely ignorant about Amon," Einhorn added.
"You guys are the idiots! He knows nothing, yet he can use that card, which is suspicious in itself!"
Moreover, although the traces of high-sequence influence on him are faint, they are definitely present.
"There are too many strange things about that kid—"
"He'll definitely come back to us," Medici said confidently. "I can tell he still has a lot to ask, but he can't ask because his companions are around."
"Oh, right," he suddenly remembered something else, "did you two see clearly just now? What suit was the card he was wearing?"
"Weren't you the one watching?" Soren and Einhorn asked simultaneously.
"Nonsense! I'm busy talking to him, testing him, and maneuvering around him. I don't have that much energy! You two idiots, can't you even do this little thing?"
"Bullshit! You didn't tell us!"
The quarrel of three ancient consciousnesses echoes once again in this forgotten ruin.
"That evil spirit is very dangerous—"
After walking a long distance, Sharon's voice sounded softly, reminding them.
Lorne glanced to the side, gathering his thoughts:
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"Don't worry, I'll use cement, steel bars, and a few layers of ritual magic to completely seal this place off."
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