allendalepharm Chapter 330 Lorne: Is someone eyeing me?
Chapter 330 Lorne: Is someone eyeing me?
Chapter 330 Lorne: Is someone eyeing me?
"Brando————"
On the deck of the Black Death, Tracy whispered someone's name in a voice only she could hear.
"Could it be—you're really still alive, still—"
Thinking of a certain possibility, her whole body trembled slightly with excitement, and a twisted smile appeared on her face, a mixture of ecstasy, possessiveness, and morbid obsession. Seeing the captain's strange reaction of crying and laughing, the surrounding sailors looked at each other, all puzzled, but none of them dared to ask a question, for fear of angering this capricious woman.
A moment later, Tracy put away the brand-new "Ripper" and turned to leave. She had to get back to her room immediately to check again.
"The ship, Captain—" the sailor who bought the gun mustered his courage and said in a trembling voice, "Can I have my gun back—?"
That cost him a fortune of over twenty thousand yuan! Enough to buy hundreds of bottles of wine.
Uh!
Tracy stopped abruptly. She turned slightly to the side and gave the sailor a cold glance out of the corner of her eye.
With just one glance, the sailor felt a chilling killing intent.
"No! No need! If you like it, it's yours to keep! It would be my pleasure!"
Back in the captain's cabin.
Tracy carefully picked up the handmade shotgun she treasured from beside her pillow and placed it side by side with the mass-produced "Ripper" in her hand, making a careful comparison.
Although she was already basically certain in her heart, seeing was believing still gave her more peace of mind.
After a long while, she casually tossed the brand-new "Rip-off" aside, then tightly clutched the rough, handmade gun to her chest before lying down on the bed. The cold, rough gun body undulated gently with her soft, undulating breasts.
"If—if that's really the case—"
"But the corpse I saw with my own eyes that day—"
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A question lingered in Tracy's mind, and she fell into deep thought.
"It must have been that bitch Edwina who did it!"
A moment later, a furious curse filled with endless resentment and venom escaped from her mouth.
She thought about it carefully and concluded that no matter what the truth of the matter was, it was definitely related to that woman, the "Iceberg General"!
Back then, that guy named Alger said that Brando was mistakenly killed by "Flame" Danitz, who was that bitch's subordinate.
In the end, even Alger was inexplicably rescued from his own ship!
After much thought, I'm convinced that Edwina Edwards is definitely behind this whole thing!
"Could it be—that she's trying to fool me, to make me give up completely, so that—so she can have Brando all to herself?"
"Yes! That's right! That must be it!"
"That bitch!"
"How dare she—how could she do that?!"
A fire of jealousy and anger instantly filled Tracy's heart, driving her almost mad.
"Brando is mine! And he can only be mine!"
"No one can take me away from you!"
She was furious when her maid lost Brando's body.
The blonde maid was hung directly from the bow of the ship and then thrown into the sea.
She had even initially planned to place the body in a crystal coffin and keep it there for the rest of her life.
Who would have thought that—
However, she had felt something was amiss from the beginning, and now the appearance of this gun indirectly confirmed her deepest suspicion.
"I knew it, fate wouldn't separate us."
After calming herself down, Tracy murmured to herself, a hint of dazedness flashing in her eyes.
"First, go to Bayam and confirm the details about these guns. Then—try to get to Backlund."
Suddenly, she unconsciously squeezed her legs together, and a blush flashed across her fair face.
"I was just feeling it this morning—how come I feel it again?"
She bit her lower lip and slowly reached down.
"Brando————"
"Achoo—!"
Lorne, walking in the East District, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered something.
"Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling—"
"Is someone eyeing me?"
He glanced around warily and found the streets bustling with people, everything as usual, and his spiritual intuition gave him no warning.
"There's nothing wrong with it, that's strange—"
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He was in a very good mood. Father Utravsky not only gave him the "Pharmacist's" potion recipe and a large bag of medicine to temporarily alleviate the workers' illnesses, but also another magical item as payment for completing the commission.
The priest gave him a choice between two magical items.
One item is a syringe that can be injected into oneself at crucial moments to instantly heal some injuries and greatly enhance strength, much like adrenaline. The other is a master key that can open any lock and door that does not possess extraordinary power.
He wasn't quite sure which path the former belonged to, but the latter was most likely a product of the "Apprentice" path. The moment he heard about the ability, he thought of Fors. He had heard Fors describe the "Apprentice" ability before, and this universal key's ability was almost identical to the "Apprentice" ability.
To be honest, he wanted both of them. The reason was simple: the "winner" simply didn't have the same ability.
Whether it's the ability to suddenly unleash a burst of power to save his life at crucial moments, or the ability to pass through walls without ignoring obstacles, both are extremely tempting to him.
Unfortunately, you can only choose one.
He had actually considered choosing one from the priest and then spending money to buy the other one.
But whether the priest agrees is one question—his money is also running out, which is another.
The original £100,000 is no longer much.
He spent £70,000 buying various factories and properties, another £10,000 for his charitable fund, and there were also daily expenses for purchasing raw materials and paying workers' wages. Just two days ago, he bought a villa, which still needs renovation, and he lent Hugh and Fors £500.
Suddenly I feel like I'm such a spendthrift — Lorne couldn't help but sigh.
Before the money from smuggling arms arrived and his businesses stabilized, he decided to keep some cash flow for himself in case of unforeseen circumstances.
In the end, he chose the master key.
With the luck of a "winner," choosing this key should greatly increase the chances of a successful escape if you encounter an enemy you simply cannot defeat.
According to Father Utravsky, the key's previous owner was Emlyn White. He had intended to ask Emlyn about the key's origin and also inquire about the truth behind the so-called "psychological suggestion." However, the atmosphere in the church was somewhat awkward, and the priest had just undergone "psychological therapy" and was not in good condition, so he excused himself and left.
"I have Sharon's class tonight, I can take the opportunity to ask her about the 'Primordial Moon'."
"The vampires seem to have a significant connection with the moon."
"The only problem is the medicine—" Lorne sighed.
"Inflammation, infection and the like—the medicine the priest gave us won't last long at all."
He couldn't possibly shamelessly ask the priest for it every time, and buying it with money would be a considerable expense.
"Fresh eel soup!"
"Freshly harvested vegetables from a farm outside the city! Selling cheap!"
"It seems I've unknowingly wandered into the small market surrounding the factory area," Lorne realized.
"How about we buy some groceries and cook a Chinese meal, something we haven't done in a while?"
"Tomato and egg stir-fry, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and sliced pork belly with minced garlic —"
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Lorne suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He remembered a video he had seen before his time travel, which taught people how to make basic medicines using common plants if they traveled to ancient times.
An interesting idea suddenly popped into his mind.
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