Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 313 Premonition Communication and Script

Chapter 313 Premonition Communication and Script

After the dance segment ended, the gala was drawing to a close.

"Yes, the situation was indeed very dangerous, but it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—"

"So I fired without hesitation."

"I never expected you to be so brave!" A noblewoman in a gorgeous long dress looked at Lorne with eyes full of admiration.

"Actually, it's nothing."

After the dance performance, quite a few people started approaching Lorne to chat. First were some noblemen and ladies who were very interested in Lorne's rescue story and longed for adventure. They were quite interested in this true story with its crime thriller elements.

This resulted in Hazel, who had been wanting to come over and ask about the situation, being blocked from the crowd with a frustrated expression.

"That was a really interesting experience."

A slightly loud voice came from not far away.

Lorne turned around and saw a richly dressed young man who looked to be around twenty years old walking toward him with a curious expression.

Dela Negan, a viscount, and also the nephew of the famous Duke Negan.

Although the charity foundation was mostly organized by the Church of the Goddess of Night, many followers of the Lord of Storms still attended the event. As the nephew of a conservative bigwig, his appearance was quite eye-catching.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Viscount."

Lorne, who had intended to keep a low profile tonight, felt somewhat uncomfortable with the sudden attention, but still managed to adjust his expression and give an elegant bow.

"Don't be so reserved, you are the real star of the night." Viscount Della chuckled, appearing quite approachable.

The main character? I just want to be a nobody right now — Lorne smiled bitterly to himself.

Like most young people, this young viscount was quite interested in Lorne's "adventure stories".

Moreover, his arrival also drew the attention of another important figure, Prince Edsac, who shook off the entanglements of those around him and curiously walked towards Lorne.

—There's a sense that something ominous is about this prince —Lorne naturally noticed him as well.

He subtly activated some of his accumulated "luck" again, and at the same time composed himself and respectfully bowed to the prince.

When the people around saw that the two important figures had arrived, they tactfully stepped back, giving them enough space to talk.

"Don't be shy."

Unlike Lorne's stereotypical image of a prince, this Prince Edsac was quite easygoing. Although he possessed a touch of innate aristocratic pride, he did not appear arrogant.

"I didn't expect Your Highness to attend such an occasion," Lorne asked casually.

Prince Edsack replied, "My Uncle Henry brought me here. He recently returned from abroad and happened to have some free time today, so he brought me along."

He looked directly at Lorne, his eyes filled with genuine admiration: "And I'd also like to meet that East End hero from the newspaper in person."

Upon hearing this, Lorne smiled and began chatting with the two distinguished young men.

They mainly discussed some unpublished details about the Kapin case.

"Actually, after we met that poor mother and daughter that day, a detective also joined in the help and investigation."

"A detective?" Both the prince and the viscount showed interest; this was information that hadn't been mentioned in the newspapers.

"Yes, he's a very capable detective, and—very kind-hearted."

It's just their attitude towards handling cases—some of them, you know, like to trespass on private property—Lorne silently complained to himself.

Seeing how interested the two were in this "mysterious detective," Lorne thought that Sherlock was also at the party, so should he take the opportunity to introduce him?

But the thought only lasted for a moment before he dismissed it.

Sherlock Moriarty is a member of the secret organization, and he has quite a few secrets of his own. I'd better not meddle.

Therefore, he quickly skipped over the related topic.

"Mr. Scott, was the shotgun you were using that could fire in bursts?" Viscount Della asked curiously.

Few men are not interested in weapons.

"Yes." Lorne nodded. "Those are produced in my factory."

"I later tried out that gun, and it was truly ingenious," Edsack said. "Its rate of fire and power far surpass those of ordinary shotguns."

"If you two are interested, my factory can custom-make a few for you, both in terms of carving and materials, to the highest specifications," Lorne immediately offered a sincere proposal.

"Custom-made ones are certainly good, but the one Mr. Scott used back then should be more meaningful. It witnessed the birth of a commoner hero, didn't it?" Edsack subtly turned his gaze to Lorne.

Lorne immediately understood the implied meaning. Without hesitation, he readily offered to give the weapon to the other party.

Trading a gun for a prince, even if it's just superficial goodwill, seems like a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.

The group chatted for a while longer about weapons and factories, with Viscount Della even expressing interest in investing in the Lorne Arms Factory.

It was a conservatist's attempt to win them over—Lorne understood perfectly, seeing the other party's enthusiastic manner.

However, there was no need to rush to refuse the gold offered to him, and he followed up on the topic to exchange some preliminary views with Viscount Della.

However, just as the conversation seemed to be going well, Lorne's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

A premonition of impending doom was triggered.

A room so dark it seemed not a single ray of light could penetrate.

An ordinary quill pen is writing automatically on the desk, and lines of distorted characters are slowly emerging on the desk.

Its "pen holder" seems to be fast asleep, having indulged in excessive pleasure with a certain witch.

"The arrival of the two royal family members took many people by surprise, but considering the official attitude towards this 'Eastern Hero,' their arrival seems reasonable."

"Because the reception hall was temporarily converted, some security measures were not fully in place. For example, Prince Edsack..."

Directly above Viscount Della and James Scott, where they were conversing, stood a massive crystal chandelier. Because it was a temporary installation, its structural strength was insufficient. After a slight tremor, it suddenly detached—"

At this point, the writing with the quill pen suddenly stopped, the tip trembling slightly, as if struggling with something.

A pale hand, covered in burn marks and stitches, suddenly reached out from the side and firmly pressed down on the quill pen that was about to continue writing.

"Sizzle—"

With suppressed anger, Inszangwell quickly erased the part that the quill had just automatically written. Then, he controlled the pen and forcefully wrote new content: "As a party filled with important people, even with hasty preparations, the ballroom has conducted thorough security checks. There will be no accidents during the party."

"That almost ruined everything!"

Inszangwell gripped the still-trembling quill tightly, muttering a curse under his breath. Then, a chilling coldness suddenly surged into his heart.

"This damn pen—how much did it write on its own while I wasn't looking?!"