radicalducati Chapter 200 Pen Pals and Trouble
Chapter 200 Pen Pals and Trouble
Chapter 200 Pen Pals and Trouble
After a voyage, Lorne finally managed to disembark at Backlund's bustling dock area.
"The weather in Backlund is as awful as ever. It's nothing like the weather at sea." He looked up at the hazy sky shrouded in industrial smog and couldn't help but mutter.
"Meow!" Rachi also poked her little head out of his backpack, curiously looking at the city where it had not returned for a long time.
Lorne first went to a small roadside restaurant and had a simple lunch consisting of oat bread and fried sausages.
Then he hailed a horse-drawn carriage and headed straight for No. 69 Rose Street, a street he knew all too well.
Standing in front of that familiar door painted in dark brown, Lorne first looked down and examined his current appearance.
He had already put away the disguised cufflink. Apart from his black hair, which still hadn't completely faded from the dye, and his face, which looked somewhat weathered from years of hardship, everything else—well, he seemed alright?
He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
However, there was no response from inside the door.
Is Mrs. Griffin not home?
Lorne was a little confused, so he increased the force and knocked again.
"Who is it?!"
A moment later, a series of languid and discontented, indistinct sounds finally came from inside the house.
"Ah—don't you know it's very rude to disturb someone's afternoon nap?"
Afternoon nap—
Upon hearing this complaint coming from the room, Lorne's lips twitched slightly.
Why does it seem like Mrs. Griffin is sleeping all the time?
After another ten seconds or so, the door opened slightly from the inside with a "whoosh" sound.
Who is it?
Mrs. Griffin's sleepy-eyed face peeked out from under the door. Her gaze fell on the stranger outside with short black hair and a faint, yet undeniably dangerous, aura about him.
Just as Lorne was about to speak and greet her, he noticed that Mrs. Griffin's previously sleepy eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. A powerful and dangerous aura emanated from her!
"Meow!"
Laki, who was hiding in the backpack, also let out a mournful cry due to the sudden force of the attack.
But Lorne didn't seem too flustered. He simply gave a helpless smile and said, "Mrs. Griffin, it's me."
"I am Lorne."
"Little Lorne?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Griffin's face showed a hint of surprise. She immediately restrained her imposing manner and carefully looked Lorne up and down a few more times.
"Is it really little Lorne?" she muttered uncertainly. "It feels... like things have become a little dangerous."
"Madam, I just—dyed my hair," Lorne said, somewhat speechless.
To be honest, he had just truly sensed an extremely strong spiritual fluctuation emanating from Mrs. Griffin. He was now 100% certain that his seemingly ordinary landlady was definitely an extraordinary being with considerable strength.
The landlady is really quite shrewd.
"Well, I forbid any form of disguise here," Mrs. Griffin muttered to herself before turning to Lorne and saying, "It seems you really are little Lorne."
Lorne nodded. "You finally recognized me."
"Little Lorne," Mrs. Griffin said, opening the door wide, "you've only been gone a short while, and things have changed so much."
Lorne sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do. I've been through a lot out there."
"Mrs. Griffin, may I go in now?"
"Oh, of course." With that, she turned around and let Lorne into the house.
The two chatted briefly in the living room. After Lorne finished recounting his experience on his "long sea voyage," Mrs. Griffin suddenly showed a hesitant expression, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Little Lorne, actually..."
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the landlady like this, Lorne felt a little strange.
Recalling her wary demeanor when she opened the door, Lorne suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Mrs. Griffin," his voice became somewhat hoarse, "could it be—that someone came looking for me while I was gone?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Griffin, who was about to pour tea, paused slightly. She turned around, looked at Lorne, and slowly nodded.
"Huh? There really is?!"
Lorne's heart sank instantly.
Is it the "Rose School"? Or is it—the mysterious woman who gave me the "Assassin" potion?
"And," Mrs. Griffin added, "there was more than one group of people."
"More than one group?!" Lorne's face showed an even more puzzled expression.
"Yes." Mrs. Griffin nodded, recalling the events as she spoke, "The first to come to us were two very young girls."
"One of them seemed particularly concerned about you. She even said she was your pen pal, and her name—I think it was—Fors, right?"
Fors, that writer?!
Lorne immediately recalled his time in Tingen. He had written several letters to the other party.
Back then, in order to make money, he asked the other party for advice on writing a book.
However, due to a series of events, he had long forgotten about continuing to write and reply to letters.
Because I hadn't replied to her letter, she specifically came to my house, Lorne pondered.
That's true, I don't think I wrote down my address in Tingen. If she wants to find me, she can only do so by following the previous letters here.
Just as Lorne was pondering the various possibilities, Mrs. Griffin suddenly leaned over, a gossipy expression on her face, and said:
"Hey, little Lorne, that girl named Fors, is she really just your pen pal? Look how anxious she is..."
Could she be your girlfriend?
"listen--...
Upon hearing this, Lorne's lips twitched violently.
Mrs. Griffin's imagination is indeed—as rich as ever.
He changed the subject somewhat helplessly: "Madam, who is that other group of people who came to see me?"
Upon hearing this question, Mrs. Griffin's gossipy smile vanished instantly. Her expression turned somewhat serious.
"Another group of people—."
"That person is not a good person."
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