The underground market of the Evil Dragon Bar.
Lorne came here after practicing shooting in the suburbs.
The Evil Dragon Bar and the small hotel he was staying in were on the same line; it would be a shame not to explore while he was out.
Luckily, there was still a Beyonder gathering today, though the host wasn't Meihua 5 from last time.
However, with the experience from the previous time, Lorne successfully joined this gathering.
"I want to sell some charms, including 'Slumber' charms and 'Door' charms. Is anyone interested?"
The gathering had just begun when someone started to promote.
Then, that person briefly introduced the effects of the charms.
The 'Slumber Charm,' as the name suggests, can make people feel peaceful and then fall asleep soundly.
The 'Door' Charm, on the other hand, can open doors that have no mystical effects, and even if there is no door, it will directly create one, meaning it can allow for a wall-piercing action.
Lorne wasn't very interested in the Slumber Charm; it wasn't very useful in direct combat, and he didn't suffer from insomnia.
But Lorne was very interested in the Door Charm; after all, it sounded very suitable for escaping.
"I want a 'Door' Charm. How much is it?"
Before Lorne could think further, someone beside him asked for the price.
Seeing this, Lorne quickly raised his hand.
Finally, after some bargaining, he successfully spent 30 pounds to buy a light blue 'Door Charm.'
Speaking of charms, the basic learning materials he bought earlier also contained a lot of information about charms.
However, the effects of those basic charms were not very practical, and many charms also required praying to gods.
This made Lorne, as a transmigrator, feel somewhat uncomfortable, and he hadn't had time to try them out recently due to the constant turmoil.
There were some other transactions afterward, but Lorne wasn't very interested, and he found no clues about the potion formula he wanted.
It wasn't until near the end of the gathering that he suddenly heard someone selling something he was interested in—rosell's diary.
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"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I've said it a thousand times: don't be fooled by those charlatans. No, perhaps those charlatans themselves were fooled. The key to potions isn't mastery; it's digestion! It's not excavation; it's acting! And the name of the potion is not just a core symbol; it's a concrete image, and even more, it's the 'key' to digestion!"
Acting... So that's what it means.
"I knew the potion names couldn't be that simple. After performing some actions that matched the potion earlier, my body indeed underwent some changes."
The word 'acting' is indeed very vivid.
And the so-called digestion...
From this perspective, as long as these two concepts are understood, mastering the power of potions should become very easy.
But why do so few people seem to know this? At least, the basic knowledge I bought earlier didn't mention this...
Lorne was confused about this.
"From this perspective, the practical value of the things recorded in rosell's diary is much higher than I imagined."
Then he turned to the next page.
"September 27th, Miss Chloe's skin is truly..."
Lorne's face darkened.
Alright, I take back what I just said. There are still more scandalous stories.
"It seems that finding useful things among these improper scandalous stories is also a skill."
"By the way, since rosell's diary contains so many scandalous stories, it shouldn't be a problem if I add a few more, right...?"
Lorne looked at the diary in front of him, and the idea of forging a diary once again came to his mind.
Based on the diary content he had seen so far, apart from the random scribbles, the easiest content to forge was the scandalous stories.
Given the frequency of scandalous stories in rosell's diary, adding a few more would be completely unnoticeable.
Even if other transmigrators or people who could read Chinese saw it, it would most likely not be exposed.
No one would specifically investigate these scandalous contents.
"Perhaps, I can be more direct and simply change the names of the ladies and misses in the diary."
"No, if it's too simple and direct, it will be a problem of lax quality control."
Lorne shook his head and gave up on this idea.
If he only changed the names, it would be equivalent to knowing what that part of the Chinese meant, which would indirectly admit his identity as a transmigrator.
That would definitely cause a lot of trouble.
"Anyway, fabricating a few pages of a diary doesn't take much effort; this is a blue ocean!"
Assuming two or three pounds per page, fabricating one or two hundred pages and selling them could bring in at least three or four hundred pounds.
"This is much more lucrative than working."
Besides forging diaries, Lorne had another idea in his mind.
"Perhaps I can collect more diaries and concentrate the valuable content from them."
"Although rosell's diary contains a lot of improper content, it certainly holds many secrets unknown to ordinary people."
"Those high-end knowledge must be very valuable."
Lorne deeply understood the saying, 'Knowledge is power.'
In this world, both the acting method and the potion formulas can be considered a form of knowledge.
As long as one masters them, one can gain wealth and power.
"However, knowledge that is too high-end is also very hot to handle. The content of rosell's diary spans too wide a time, and I can't distinguish which knowledge is important and which is not for now."
Lorne lowered his head and rubbed his forehead; besides exams, this was the first time he felt the inadequacy of his knowledge.
"I still know too little about mystical knowledge; there are some things I simply cannot distinguish."
"I used to be called a small encyclopedia; I knew a little about everything."
"Why do I feel like I've become half-illiterate after transmigration?"
...
"By the way, isn't there a mysticism cram school?"
Lorne suddenly had an impractical idea.
After so many years of schooling, this was the first time he wished to actively take extra classes.
"Sigh, forget it..."
Presumably, only the Official would offer such courses; the channels for wild Beyonders to acquire reliable knowledge were still too few.
"To gain reliable knowledge, one still needs to find a reliable teacher."
"Transmigrators probably can't mix with the Official."
"From this perspective, what the guide said about believing in a hidden existence might also have factors in this regard."
After pondering for a while and finding no clues, Lorne put away his things and prepared to leave. The market was crowded and complicated, and he didn't plan to stay long.
...
"Do you know Lorne Disonke?"
"Uh..."
Klein tried his best to maintain a smile; if not for Clown's strong control over facial expressions, he would have broken down long ago.
What to do!
Why would Leonard know that name?
Should I say I know him or not?
Klein's mind instantly brainstormed.
If Leonard had already found Lorne Disonke and learned something from him, then he would definitely know about the abnormality I carry.
After all, the report letter about me was most likely written by Lorne.
Is it a test?
No, it shouldn't be that serious yet.
But, directly saying I don't know him won't work either. Since Leonard can say that name, it means he knows something to some extent. If I directly deny it, it would be too deliberate.
After a fierce internal struggle, Klein gave a vague answer.
"That's a somewhat suspicious Beyonder. I accidentally discovered him during a patrol and had conducted some investigations on him."
A somewhat suspicious Beyonder...
Leonard nodded; he could also accept Klein's statement. After all, that Beyonder named Lorne Disonke indeed had some secrets.
As a Nighthawks, it was reasonable for Klein to want to investigate if he truly discovered some abnormalities about the other party.
"Leonard, how did you know that name?"
To prevent more troublesome questions, Klein directly went on the offensive.
"Ah... I am..."
Darn it, I forgot to make up an excuse before asking Klein. I can't just say I found out this name by investigating you, can I?
"Leonard?"
Seeing his teammate not speak, Klein reminded him again.
"Cough, cough..."