69novels Chapter 323 The Night Watch
Chapter 323 The Night Watch
Chapter 323 The Night Watch
After seeing Hugh and Fors off, Lorne took out his ledger and began to deal with the backlog of work.
Currently, the integration of the newly acquired factories is still in the initial exploratory stage, resulting in a backlog of work that requires his personal approval as the boss.
"If we want to go any further, we'll probably have to wait until the captain sells the first batch of weapons."
"Fifteen workers in the cutting workshop have been infected with the flu —" A report from the parts processing plant caught Lorne's attention.
"It seems the environment in the East District is getting worse and worse—" he muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair.
At the end of the report, the factory manager even subtly suggested that, in order to "prevent the spread of the epidemic from affecting production" and "save costs," they could consider directly dismissing the sick workers.
"No." He immediately rejected the proposal. He wasn't a capitalist of this era, and he knew very well that for these workers struggling to survive, losing their jobs was tantamount to a death sentence.
"But they definitely can't continue working in their current state, and they might even infect others." Lorne's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table as he struggled with his dilemma.
"Let them go home and rest first. They can come back to work when they're better. We can give them a small allowance privately."
After doing all this, he didn't feel relieved. Workers in this era frequently fell ill; if fifteen were cured today, it might be fifty or a hundred tomorrow. This wasn't a long-term solution.
"Is there a treatment that is both effective and inexpensive?" he murmured to himself, lost in thought.
Boom boom boom!
A crisp knocking sound suddenly came from the window, interrupting Lorne's thoughts. A thought struck him, and he tentatively asked softly towards the window, "Uh—Ms. Sharon?"
"it's me."
Accompanied by a cool, clear voice, Sharon, dressed in a black Gothic court dress, slowly emerged from the shadows by the window.
"Now is study time."
Lorne glanced at the sky outside the window, which was now completely dark except for the crimson moonlight, and his lips twitched slightly.
Do vengeful spirits all prefer to go out and teach at night? Their schedules are truly...
"I heard from Marich that you had him help supervise the construction?" Sharon asked.
"That's right. Anyway, he usually just plays cards with those zombies, so why not come out and help me?" Lorne didn't hide anything. Then, he changed the subject, "Professor Sharon, you'd better not come looking for me these next few days."
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Stare~
Sharon glanced at Lorne, then looked around before asking, "Are you worried I'll bother you?"
"Why do I feel like there's something hidden in what you're saying?" Lorne shrugged, feeling a little uneasy under her gaze, and briefly recounted how Will Unsetin's body had been unearthed.
"I'm afraid that official extraordinary individuals will come to investigate this matter soon, so it would be best if you avoided it for the time being."
"I understand." Sharon nodded, her expression seemingly a little relieved.
But based on the principle of "since we're already here," Sharon still began her teaching work.
During this time, Lorne also mentioned his desire to explore the Quaternary tomb with Sharon, and Sharon did not refuse.
"By the way, Professor Sharon, do you know of any cost-effective treatment methods for ordinary people?" Lorne asked, moving the Book of Secrets aside.
"There is a corresponding record in the Book of Secrets."
Because the author of this book is a powerful "Witch King", there are many ritual magics related to healing in it.
"None of those methods worked," Lorne shook his head.
He couldn't very well take spiritual materials, draw all sorts of mysterious symbols, and perform rituals to cure dozens of workers, could he? If he did that, he'd be summoned by the night watchman or the one who would punish him within three days to "check the gas meter."
"Then you can go to the pharmacist."
"The pharmacist—that won't work either." Lorne shook his head inwardly. The pharmacist's medicine was never cheap, and even if it was diluted for the workers, the cost would still be outrageously high. He wasn't that wealthy yet.
He briefly told Sharon about the workers' illness.
"Then perhaps you could go to the Church of the Earth Mother," Sharon offered another suggestion.
"Church of the Mother Earth?"
"That's right. They are the most experienced when it comes to treating and saving lives," Sharon said confidently.
"But it should be difficult to find anyone from the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess in Loen, right?" Loen shook his head slightly.
"No. There is a church dedicated to Mother Earth in Backlund."
Upon hearing this, Lorne was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that the three major churches would allow the Church of the Earth Mother to establish a church in the capital.
"That's the only one in Backlund. From what I understand, the bishop there has a good reputation and might be willing to offer you some assistance."
"Understood. Thank you for your explanation, Ms. Sharon~" Lorne said sincerely.
The two resumed their conversation and learning, as the night outside the office grew even deeper.
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Just then, Lorne abruptly stopped, looked up sharply, and stared intently out the window.
"What's wrong?" Sharon noticed that something was off about him.
"It seems like someone is coming."
"The premonition of disaster wasn't strong; it felt like—it was someone from the government."
"Ms. Sharon, please step aside for a moment."
"Okay, be careful." Sharon nodded slightly, quickly putting away the occult books before disappearing. "Old man, you said there's more than one Extraordinary in this office?"
Leonard stood in the shadows around the factory, staring at the still-lit office not far away, and asked in a low voice.
"Is this guy fishing?"
"I observed James Scott at the party just two days ago, and today I was assigned to question him again."
"Didn't you take on this mission yourself?" Pales's aged and mocking voice echoed in his mind.
"I—I just wanted to finish the observation mission I didn't complete last time! Besides, didn't you say that James Scott's side was safer? The other person is a member of some guild and has some tacit understanding with the church, so it's not appropriate to investigate him directly," Leonard retorted.
"I'm getting old, and old folks can sometimes make mistakes, so please understand," Pales said slowly.
"You—" Leonard paused, then asked, "Have they found me yet?"
"I don't think so. You mean no harm, and I'm there to cover for you."
Upon hearing this, he looked up at the crimson full moon in the sky and tapped his chest four times clockwise.
"Praise beauties, goddess."
He decided to wait until it was a little later before taking action.
"That's strange, why isn't there any sound at all?"
There are definitely people nearby, but they just won't come in.
Lorne sat at his desk, pretending nothing had happened, tidying up the documents on the table, looking as diligent as someone working late into the night.
"Ms. Sharon, you should leave now—" he said in a very low voice.
A moment later, he sensed that Sharon's spiritual response had completely disappeared.
Another half hour passed, and Lorne picked up an account book, held it up to the dim light of the gas lamp, and pretended to study it carefully.
Suddenly, the scene before his eyes blurred for a moment, and a strong drowsiness came over him without warning, making his eyelids feel heavy instantly.
So sleepy — is this the official tactic?
He didn't sense any strong malice, his premonition of disaster wasn't intense, and he didn't believe the church would kill him, the rising "Hero of the East," at this juncture. With that in mind, he simply succumbed to his drowsiness, closed his eyes, and lay down on the table.
Lorne suddenly realized that he seemed to be in a dream.
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Pulling people into dreams — the "dream demon" ability the captain once spoke of.
Was it because I was prepared in advance that I had a lucid dream?
A moment later, the office door in the dream creaked open. A figure in a black overcoat slowly walked in.
He saw that familiar face with black hair and green eyes.
The moment Lorne saw the other person, he almost couldn't control his expression.
It's you again?!
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