socalfunplaces Chapter 307 The Gradually Lively Party
Chapter 307 The Gradually Lively Party
Chapter 307 The Gradually Lively Party
"That's about right—"
With the final infusion of spiritual energy, Lorne looked with satisfaction at the piece before him—a bracelet made of fine silver chains, with a ruby inlaid in the center that, while not of the finest cut, had a warm luster.
Although it can't compare to the handicrafts made by famous masters, with the added benefit of "machine" capabilities, it is still a rather exquisite piece of jewelry.
Because it was a machine factory, he had no shortage of various precision processing tools, so making it wasn't too difficult.
"As long as it is infused with spirituality, it can emit a faint holy light."
"Holy light comes with a certain exorcising and purifying effect—" Lorne fiddled with the bracelet, trying to infuse it with a faint trace of spirituality.
A soft, warm ray of light, like that of the setting sun, emanated from the ruby. The light felt warm on my skin—
"The effect is alright, more stable than expected." Lorne nodded.
But then a strange smile appeared on his face, and he muttered self-deprecatingly, "But—why do I feel like I've made a high-end flashlight?"
This bracelet, or rather, this bracelet-shaped charm, was made by him using the remaining few "Sun" charms. He used the ritual magic taught by the captain to transfer and solidify the spirituality of the charms into this ruby, giving it some of the extraordinary effects of the "Sun" pathway.
"A gemstone, a bracelet, it glows, and it's an extraordinary item—" Lorne rested his chin on his hand, carefully examining the piece. "This should be flashy enough, special enough, right? It should be enough to show our sincerity as a return gift—"
"And it's very safe; it can even be used as a talisman—"
He didn't possess any overly dangerous magical items at the moment, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare give them away casually. After all, if something happened to this noble lady because of something he gave her, it might backfire on him.
Even setting aside its status as a luxury item, this item is practical enough if it only retains the function of a "flashlight".
"If we use it sparingly, it should last about two years —" Lorne made an assessment in his mind.
Because it combines the spirituality of multiple talismans, and because the bracelet itself doesn't have a high power output, its "shelf life" is much longer than that of ordinary talismans.
"I never imagined that my first time seriously giving jewelry to a girl would turn out like this—" Lorne smiled helplessly, then shrugged, trying to console himself, "Oh well, at least it's just a bracelet, not a ring or anything with special meaning—"
"However, I think I also kidnapped—cough cough, borrowed their dog back then."
He recalled how, when he first returned to Backlund, he borrowed their golden retriever to search for the thief, and ended up finding Hazel.
"Uh... I'll spray on more perfume later to cover up the smell."
The underground section of St. Samuel's Church.
"Captain Soster, what do you need me for?"
Leonard looked at his team captain, his voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.
"Could it be that we've found a clue about that group from last time?"
Those guys who pretended to be "night watchmen" last time actually managed to escape. Moreover, Leonard had a strange feeling of familiarity about the masked person he fought. He'd been secretly searching for them for days, but unfortunately, he hadn't made any progress.
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"No, no." Soster shook his head.
"I've called you here because I have a task for you."
"A mission?" Leonard was a little surprised. What kind of mission required him to be approached alone?
"Here you go." Soster pulled a beautifully printed invitation from his pocket.
"I need you to attend a party."
"Have you heard of a guy named James Scott?" he asked.
"That East Side hero? The one who's been in the newspapers a lot lately?" Leonard asked rhetorically.
"That's right. It's said that he single-handedly stormed into the gangster's villa and rescued the kidnapped girl."
After a pause, he continued, "The authorities are planning to hold a charity gala—"
Soster briefly told Leonard what he had learned from the bishop about the party, the Capin estate, and the establishment of the charitable foundation.
"Your task is to observe that James Scott at the party."
"Does the Church consider him an extraordinary being?" Leonard asked after a moment's thought.
Breaking into a gangster's villa single-handedly and successfully rescuing someone sounds like something an ordinary person couldn't do.
"That's a possibility. But he has publicly declared himself a follower of the goddess, and His Excellency the Bishop specifically instructed us not to be too harsh on him, but to focus on observation and contact," Soster explained.
Because of James Scott's status as a "goddess follower," the Church of the Night, which originally had no direct connection to the Capine case, was able to legitimately intervene in the fund's affairs—a pleasant surprise. Therefore, the church leadership was quite lenient towards this "hero."
"If he is indeed a wild extraordinary being and of good character, we can try to recruit him into the church or develop him into our informant," Soster said.
"This occasion is rather special, so we don't plan to send too many extraordinary individuals to the party to avoid causing any misunderstandings with the Church of Storms."
"After all, our church's interference in that foundation's affairs has already made them somewhat unhappy." After explaining, he turned his gaze back to Leonard.
"So, the task of observing the other party is entrusted to you."
"I understand." Leonard nodded and accepted the invitation.
But a few seconds later, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "There are so many people in the team, why—was I chosen?"
"Oh, that's because you're rather flashy-looking—" Soster said instinctively.
"Ahem! No! I mean, you have a better image, which is more suitable for occasions like parties."
"A party? Why are you taking me?"
Klein, who was summoned to Charles's office, was somewhat bewildered. He couldn't understand what this so-called party had to do with him.
"According to your previous report, you know James Scott, and he even introduced you to a client. This suggests you have a good relationship," Charles asked, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Well----"
The commission—if it was Dr. Allen's commission, then it was indeed him who introduced them. Moreover, he had briefly collaborated with him in the East District later—Klein recalled the time he and Dr. Allen helped Liv and her daughter together.
"What does this have to do with the gala?"
"Of course," Charles said confidently. Meeting Klein's questioning gaze, he gave a brief account of the charity gala and the foundation, "—I, or rather the guild, plan to make an investment in that foundation. We need someone to introduce us to James Scott, and you're perfect for that."
"Investment? Can't we use normal channels?"
"There are too many people watching through normal channels. And you inevitably have to deal with people from the church," Charles explained.
"But it's not appropriate for me to go to a crowded place like that," Klein said, somewhat conflicted.
"Mr. Rastig" is quite famous; what if some aristocrat or businessman who has suffered heavy losses in the stock market recognizes him at the party? — Hiss —
"Didn't you use a disguise back then? I believe no one could see through it. You just need to be my assistant, stay by my side, and keep a low profile, and nothing will go wrong." Charles seemed very confident. "Besides, this is also a chance for you to broaden your horizons. When you played Rustig before, you lacked some of the air of high society. This is a good opportunity for you to experience it firsthand."
"But—" Klein wanted to say something more.
"Alright—" Charles interrupted him abruptly, taking an envelope out of the drawer.
"This mission is considered a field operation, so there will naturally be a subsidy."
"There are 150 pounds in here."
Hiss—Klein's gaze was instantly drawn to the thick envelope.
You're testing me with this! Do you think I'm that kind of person?!
Meeting Charles's knowing look, he calmly reached out, hooked the envelope on the table, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Since the council needs it, I naturally have no choice but to do so."
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