Chapter 275: Dr. Allen: You've Become Unlucky Too?
After some effort, Marich drove the carriage, carrying the almost exhausted Lorne, towards Rose Street.
"Finally, what did you put inside Steve's body?" Sharon's cold voice broke the silence inside the carriage.
"Something else cursed," Lorne replied weakly, leaning back against the soft seat. "I bought it a few weeks ago at a gathering. I originally intended to use it against that detective, but I didn't expect to use it here—"
"That item might be related to the True Creator," Sharon said expressionlessly.
"True Creator? The evil god worshipped by the Aurora Order—" Lorne mused, stroking his chin. "It's certainly possible—I know that item is related to a Listener."
"You'd best see a Psychiatrist," Sharon added.
Lorne's expression became a little strange. Do you think I've already become a potential Lunatic?
"I don't think it's that serious."
"It's just a suggestion—" Sharon was expressionless, but her tone seemed to carry a hint of imperceptible concern.
"Everyone in the Aurora Order is a top-notch Lunatic, not to mention the things contaminated by Him," Marich, who was beside them, also spoke up, which was rare.
"Are you worried about me, Teacher Sharon?" Lorne forced a weak smile and used Scott's flippant tone again.
"Just the concern a companion should have," Sharon, however, calmly accepted the joke.
—Lorne fell silent this time.
"Got it, I'll keep an eye on it."
He wanted to say something more, but a piercing pain suddenly came from the wound in his abdomen, making him swallow the words he was about to say.
Unlucky! Stabbed by an ally—
His luck these past two days hadn't been good—
Just over ten minutes after Lorne and the others left the abandoned dock, a fully armed Machinery Hivemind squad appeared on the battle-ravaged open ground.
There were five of them, each carrying different Sealed Artifacts. But when they saw the ground before them, which looked as if it had been plowed once, they couldn't help but frown.
On the open ground enclosed by the abandoned warehouse, the Machinery Hivemind's people came and went, went and came. The person in charge of this incident had been promoted from the initial squad leader to a Deacon-level Beyonder.
At this moment, Ikanser Bernard, whose facial features were sharp and clear, held a silver mirror carved with ancient patterns, his expression solemn.
After a two-second pause, Ikanser took a deep breath and, in a low voice, said to the mirror, "Respected Arrodes, my question is, who were the participants in the battle that just took place here?"
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"My spiritual intuition was triggered—"
Lorne, who had just returned to his residence and hadn't had time to relax, felt his brow furrow sharply.
Someone is divining me—is it the official?
Although the anti-divination ability of the Robot Pathway had already activated automatically, the feeling of being spied upon still made him very uncomfortable. This indicated that the person divining him was very skilled!
Calm down! Before leaving, I had carefully checked and left nothing behind. Miss Sharon and the others must have made corresponding arrangements. I also put on some light makeup and adjusted my facial contours at the time, so they couldn't directly pinpoint my true identity through divination.
Even so, Lorne still dragged his tired body, preparing to go out again.
"Still—I should go out and find a place to stay for a while."
Mrs. Griffin is also a Beyonder, so I shouldn't implicate her because of myself—
"Meow—" Lachi seemed to notice his abnormality, jumped off the bed, and looked at him with a worried expression.
Lorne paused. He squatted down and said in a very serious tone, "You stay at home and don't go anywhere."
Watching her owner's hurried departure, the Orange Cat pouted discontentedly.
Looking at the mirror, which could only barely show the general course of events but with all details blurred and no faces discernible, the members of the Machinery Hivemind exchanged glances.
Arrodes—when did it become so unreliable?
Ikanser was about to ask his team members for their opinions.
"According to the principle of equivalence, now, you should answer my question."
On the mirror, several clear words suddenly appeared.
Under the curious gazes of the surrounding team members, a line of blood-red script slowly appeared on the mirror: "What is your sexual orientation?"
Ikanser was instantly stunned. He felt that the gazes of the surrounding team members towards him had all become strange.
Lorne found an inconspicuous small hotel and lay down for a night. Only after confirming that everything was calm did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He changed into a different set of clothes, transforming into James Scott, and prepared to hide in a more secluded place.
Hiss—the wound still hurts!
If he walked even slightly faster, the wound in his abdomen would be pulled, sending throbbing pains.
Although a Beyonder's recovery ability far exceeds that of ordinary people, compared to other Pathways, the Monster Pathway has no special enhancement in self-healing. It cannot compare at all to the perverts of the Werewolf or Zombie types, who, if their belly is cut open, can take out their intestines, wash them, put them back in, and be bouncing around without even needing stitches.
The Beyonder potion obtained from the Apothecary has been used up. Otherwise, it would have been much more convenient—
Lorne sighed inwardly. Then, he noticed that the people around him seemed to be increasing.
He seemed to have—unintentionally come to a place with a large flow of people.
Lorne looked closely and found himself next to a hospital. Moreover, he had been to this hospital before; it was the one he had previously brought the fainted worker, John, to.
"What? Is this telling me to see a doctor—" Lorne looked at the hospital gate and couldn't help but smile.
"It's not impossible. After all, my body structure is no different from an ordinary person's, so I shouldn't scare the doctor like a Zombie."
He believed that his injuries were still within a controllable range and he probably didn't need to see a doctor. However, buying some medicine and bandages at the hospital was not out of the question.
He first went to a street-side cafe, ordered a cup of coffee, and prepared to put something in his empty stomach that had been empty all night.
"Last time, I sat here with Xio, too—" He took a sip of coffee, somewhat lost in thought.
"Sir, you might be very unlucky recently—"
Looking at the familiar scene before him, a familiar childish voice suddenly echoed in his mind again.
This—although the Calamity Priest does have a passive ability to attract Calamity—has my luck recently been a bit too bad?
Trouble followed trouble. There was a misunderstanding with Hazel, and Fors's situation was still unclear—Lorne lowered his head, falling into silence.
The Rose School of Thought was also problematic; although his life wasn't threatened in the end, still—
The Lucky One trait seemed to have not manifested at all.
And that strange dream he had been having recently—
"Could it be—that child really has a problem?"
After some thought, he drained the coffee in front of him, got up, and walked towards the hospital.
"Dr. Allen."
After some effort, he finally found a figure in a white coat, but with an extremely haggard face, in the hospital corridor.
This was the doctor who had taken the little boy away last time.
Unlike when they last met, this time, the other party's aura was a bit weak, and his spirits were also somewhat listless.
Lorne observed him for a long time before he reacted.
"Sir, are you here to see a doctor? Where are you uncomfortable?"
Lorne shook his head: "I'm here to find someone."
"Find someone?"
"I'm looking for a little boy with a leg injury who likes to play Tarot cards. He's your patient, I'm looking for—"
Before Lorne finished speaking, Dr. Allen exclaimed, "You're looking for Will? What do you want him for?!"
Lorne looked at the other party a few times and said truthfully, "His Tarot card divinations are very accurate. My luck recently has been a bit—"
"Could it be—you've also become unlucky recently?" Dr. Allen suddenly stared at Lorne with the look of someone seeing a "kindred spirit."
"Also?"