Chapter 307: The Gradually Bustling Party
"That should just about do it—"
With the injection of the final trace of spirituality, Lorne looked at his work with satisfaction—a ruby bracelet linked by fine silver chains, with a ruby in the center that wasn't top-tier in cut but had a warm luster.
Although it couldn't compare to the handicrafts made by famous masters, with the enhancement of the "Robot" ability, it could be considered a fairly exquisite piece of jewelry.
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Since it was a machinery factory, he didn't lack various precision processing tools, so it wasn't too difficult to make.
"As long as spirituality is injected, it can emit a faint holy light."
"The holy light comes with a certain exorcism and purification effect—" Lorne toyed with the bracelet, trying to inject a tiny trace of spirituality into it.
A soft light, as warm as the setting Sun, emerged from the ruby. When the light shone on his skin, it felt warm—
"The effect is okay, more stable than expected." Lorne nodded.
But then, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he whispered to himself self-mockingly: "But—why do I feel like I've made a high-end flashlight?"
This bracelet, or rather, this bracelet-type Talisman, was made by him using the remaining few "Sun" Talismans. He used the ritual magic taught by the captain to transfer and solidify the spirituality from multiple Talismans into this ruby, giving it some of the Beyonder effects of the "Sun" Pathway.
"A gemstone, a bracelet, it glows, and it's a Beyonder item—" Lorne rested his chin on his hand, carefully examining the work. "This should be flashy enough and special enough, right? Using it as a return gift should be enough to express my sincerity—"
"And it's very safe; it can even be used as an amulet—"
He didn't have any overly dangerous Mystical Items for the time being, and even if he did, he wouldn't dare send them out casually. After all, if something happened to this young lady of a high-ranking noble because of something he sent, he might end up getting himself into trouble.
Even putting aside its attributes as a luxury item, even if it only retained the "flashlight" function, this item was practical enough.
"If used sparingly, it should last for about two years—" Lorne made an assessment in his heart.
Because it integrated the spirituality of multiple Talismans and the output power of the bracelet itself wasn't large, its "shelf life" was much longer than that of ordinary Talismans.
"I didn't expect that the first time I seriously gave jewelry to a girl would be under these circumstances—" Lorne smiled helplessly, then shrugged and comforted himself, "Forget it, at least it's just a bracelet, not something with special meaning like a ring—"
"However, I think I kidnapped—cough, borrowed the other party's dog back then."
He recalled when he had just returned to Backlund and borrowed that golden retriever to find a thief, which eventually led him to Hairuier.
"Uh—I'll spray more perfume later to mask the scent."
Saint Samuel Cathedral, underground section.
"Captain Sost, what do you need me for?"
Leonard looked at his team captain, his voice carrying a hint of excitement that was hard to hide.
"Could it be that you've found clues about that group of people from last time?"
Last time, that group of guys pretending to be "Nighthawks" had actually managed to escape. Moreover, Leonard always felt a strange sense of familiarity from the masked person he had fought. These days, he had been secretly searching for the whereabouts of that group, but unfortunately, there had been no progress so far.
"No, it's not." Sost shook his head.
"I called you here because I have a mission to give you."
"A mission?" Leonard was a bit surprised. What kind of mission required calling him alone?
"Here." Sost took an exquisitely printed invitation from his pocket.
"I need you to attend a party."
"Have you heard of a man named James Scott?" he asked.
"The 'east district hero'? The one who's been appearing in the newspapers a lot lately?" Leonard asked back.
"That's right. It's said that he broke into a gang's villa single-handedly and rescued a kidnapped girl."
After a short pause, he continued: "the official plans to hold a charity gala—"
Sost briefly and concisely told Leonard what he had learned from the Bishop about the gala, Capin's property, and the establishment of the charity fund.
"Your mission is to observe that James Scott at the party."
"Does the Church think he's a Beyonder?" Leonard asked after a moment's thought.
Breaking into a gang's villa single-handedly and successfully rescuing someone didn't sound like something an ordinary person could do.
"The possibility exists. But since he publicly claims to be a believer of the Goddess, His Excellency the Bishop specifically instructed that we don't need to be too harsh on him; we should focus on observation and contact." Sost explained.
It was precisely because of James Scott's status as a "believer of the Goddess" that the Night Church, which originally had no direct connection to the Capin case, was able to legitimately intervene in the fund's affairs, which was an unexpected surprise. Therefore, the high-ranking officials of the Church were quite lenient toward this "hero."
"If he is indeed a wild Beyonder and his character passes the test, we can try to recruit him into the Church or develop him into our informant." Sost said.
"The occasion this time is quite special. We don't plan to send too many Beyonders to the party to avoid causing misunderstandings with the Storm Church."
"After all, our Church's intervention in the foundation has already made them a bit unhappy." After explaining, he turned his gaze back to Leonard.
"So, the task of observing the other party is left to you."
"I understand." Leonard nodded and took the invitation.
But a few seconds later, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "There are so many people in the team, why... pick me?"
"Oh, that's naturally because you look quite showy—" Sost said subconsciously.
"Cough, cough! No! I mean, your image is good, and you're more suitable for a party setting."
"A party? Why take me?"
Klein, who had been called to the office by Charles, was a bit dazed. He couldn't figure out what this so-called party had to do with him.
"According to the report you submitted earlier, you know that James Scott, and he even introduced a request to you. This shows that you have a good relationship." Charles tapped his fingers on the desk and asked.
"Uh—"
The request—if it was Dr. Allen's request, then he had indeed introduced it. Moreover, he had later cooperated with him briefly in the East Borough—Klein remembered how he and the other party had helped Liv and her daughter.
"Is there any connection between this and the party?"
"Of course there is." Charles's tone was firm. Facing Klein's puzzled gaze, he briefly recounted the charity gala and the fund. "—I, or rather the guild, plan to make an investment in that fund. This requires someone to help introduce James Scott, and you're just the right person."
"Investment? Can't it be done through normal channels?"
"There are too many people watching the normal channels. And it's inevitable that we'd have to deal with people from the Church." Charles explained.
"But it's not appropriate for me to go to such a crowded place, is it?" Klein was a bit conflicted.
"Mr. Rastig" was very famous. If some noble or merchant who had suffered heavy losses in the stock market recognized him at the party—hiss—
"Weren't you using a disguise then? I believe no one can 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 full of confidence. "Besides, this is also to take you out to see the world. When you were acting as Rastig before, you still lacked some of the temperament of high society. This is a good opportunity for you to experience it firsthand."
"But—" Klein still wanted to say something.
"That's enough—" Charles interrupted him directly and took an envelope out of his drawer.
"This mission is considered a field assignment, so naturally there's a subsidy."
"In here, there's one hundred and fifty pounds."
Hiss—Klein's gaze was instantly attracted by the thick envelope.
You're testing me with this! Am I that kind of person!
Meeting Charles's "you know what I mean" gaze, he calmly reached out, hooked the envelope on the table toward him, and tucked it into his pocket.
"Since the Director needs it, I am naturally duty-bound."