Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 324 Do Night Watchers Need No Intelligence?

Chapter 324 Do Night Watchers Need No Intelligence?

Okay, okay—you really are an official.

So that must have been it back in Tingen.

They chased me all the way in Tingen. Now that I've come to Backlund in a different guise, they're chasing me again.

Lorne sneered inwardly, but his face remained impassive. He perfectly portrayed a boss exhausted from work and oblivious to his surroundings. He didn't even look up, but simply picked up another report on the table and began flipping through it on his own.

"There's still a problem with income and expenditure—" he sighed softly, his face showing his exhaustion.

"————" Leonard stood warily in the doorway, sizing up James Scott behind the desk. This time, pulling someone into the dream went much more smoothly than he had expected; the other person seemed to enter the dream without any resistance, which only made him more cautious.

Just then, the man buried in the documents suddenly looked up.

"You've arrived?"

What?! He knew I was coming?! Leonard was so shocked that he instinctively took two steps back, his whole body tensing up, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"Ted, is everything settled in the workshop? Are the machines fixed?" Lorne asked anxiously, seemingly oblivious to the other's unease.

Workshop? Machines? Is he treating me like his employee? Leonard's mind raced, countless thoughts flashing through his head in an instant.

"Ted?"

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Lorne cast a questioning look at him.

"Ah! Boss!" Leonard jumped up and quickly agreed, his body subconsciously leaning forward slightly to adopt a respectful posture. "It's all done, the machine is fixed."

"That's good." Lorne nodded and continued to look down at the report in his hand.

The only sound in the office for a moment was the rustling of papers turning over.

A moment later, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he looked up and said, "Oh, right, a few workers in the workshop have contracted the flu. Go and take care of it."

"Handling out"—that probably means dismissal—Leonard thought to himself.

He knew that in this era, there was usually only one outcome for a sick worker who was "dealt with": being fired, losing his job, and then being swallowed up by the cruel reality. If he was lucky, he might be able to tough it out; if he was unlucky, he could only entrust his future to the god he believed in in some forgotten corner.

Thinking of this, Leonard felt a pang of pity. He knew about these things, but what could he do?

Uh—James Scott is very capable, so I can only play this role for now and try to get information out of him later—Leonard sighed inwardly, trying to quickly assume the role of a cold-blooded foreman, just like he had done when he played the "poet".

He replied in a deep voice, "Understood, boss. I'll dismiss them."

"Who told you to dismiss them?!"

A voice, clearly blaming, suddenly came from behind the desk.

"What?" Leonard was completely taken aback by Lorne's question. If it wasn't layoffs, then what could it be? Could it be—that they could even treat their illnesses?

Seeing him standing there dumbfounded, Lorne explained impatiently, "I told you to make sure they're settled! Let them go home and rest first, and bring them back to work when they're better!"

He scrutinized Leonard from head to toe, then asked, "Do I look like the kind of person who would abandon his employees?"

"No, no! Of course not!" Leonard felt a pang of guilt under his gaze and quickly waved his hand awkwardly with a smile. "Boss, you're a hero of the East District, how could you possibly abandon those poor workers—"

At the same time, his impression of James Scott also subtly improved.

No wonder he single-handedly stormed into the Cappin villa and rescued the girl. It seems the news in the newspapers isn't all government propaganda. This "East District Hero" is indeed very kind-hearted.

I admit that I had some misunderstandings about him before.

"Remember to secretly give them a small subsidy." Lorne suddenly lowered his voice. "Don't make a fuss. The factory isn't exactly well-off right now."

Leonard suddenly realized that he wanted to help the workers privately, but didn't want others to know, fearing it might cause unnecessary trouble.

"Understood."

"Yes, it's good that you understand." Lorne nodded with relief. He leaned back in his chair and said in a devout and solemn tone, "The goddess teaches us that we should not abandon the weak, but should do our best to help them."

At this point, he raised his hand and tapped his chest four times clockwise, murmuring, "Praise be to the goddess."

As expected of a devout follower of the goddess, Leonard was also affected by the other party's emotions and subconsciously tapped his chest four times.

"Praise beauties, goddess."

"etc!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Lorne raise his head and look at him with a slightly surprised expression.

"You also praise the goddess?"

"Aren't you a believer in the god of steam and machinery?"

"Ah—this—" Leonard's smile froze on his face instantly, and his complexion turned deathly pale.

Oh no! We're about to be exposed!

"Yes! I am a believer in the god of steam and machinery!" he quickly added.

"I was inspired by your devout faith, boss! That's why I did it—hehe—" He scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed.

"Your faith isn't very strong," Lorne said with a hint of disdain. "While it wouldn't be a bad choice if you were truly willing to convert to the goddess, but—"

He paused deliberately for a moment before slowly saying, "The goddess doesn't need believers who are like weather vanes."

"Well----"

Leonard felt a little guilty after hearing this. Although he prided himself on never betraying the church, there was indeed an unreported "cohabitant" living inside him.

If James Scott is truly that devout to the goddess, then in some ways, he might not even be as devoted as she is.

"Alright, get back to work." Lorne seemed unwilling to continue the topic. "Get the workers settled."

"Otherwise, I'll have to deduct your salary."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away—" Leonard subconsciously turned around and was about to walk out.

Wait, something's not right! I came here to gather information!

He realized what was happening, quickly turned around, and put on an anxious expression: "Boss! I'm here to report something! Something's happened!"

"The police just came by to investigate, saying they want to ask more questions about yesterday's events—"

"Yesterday? Weren't all the statements taken yesterday?" Lorne frowned slightly. "Are the police still around?"

"He's already left." Leonard nodded. "I saw you were too busy, so I let him go first. But I wrote down everything they wanted to ask."

"I see—sigh, these cops, they really know how to pick their timing." Lorne sighed. "What questions do they want to ask?"

"It happened yesterday at Green Cemetery." Leonard then feigned curiosity and asked, "Boss, what happened yesterday? Did you go play the hero again?"

"Ted, when did you become so gossipy?" Lorne said to him, then added casually, "I was having a bit of bad luck recently. Then, a doctor friend of mine had a similar situation—"

"Not long ago, he started having nightmares, so he hired a detective to investigate. Yesterday, a little boy appeared to him in a dream about a burial site. He was scared, so he came to me, wanting to go see the place from his dream together—"

Lorne recounted Will Onsett's story in a relaxed and simple tone.

"It's pretty much as written in the file," Leonard nodded, then took the opportunity to ask a few more questions about the details of the matter. Lorne answered as usual, without any concealment.

To be honest, he also wanted to ask the other party about his own information, the other extraordinary person in the office just now, and the truth about that night at the Capin Villa.

"Just ask questions related to this case. Don't ask anything else. His strength is no less than yours, and it's easy for him to detect something."

Remembering the old man's previous warning, he swallowed back the questions that were already on the tip of his tongue.

Anyway, the mission is now complete, and we've also learned that James Scott is a devout follower of the goddess. The previous observation mission has also been more than accomplished.

Leonard, having reaped considerable gains, had no intention of causing any further trouble. He bid farewell to Lorne in good spirits.

"I'm going to work now. Boss, you should get some rest too."

Speaking of which, should I stop by his charity foundation next time and donate some money? — He thought to himself as he exited the dream.

About ten minutes later, Lorne slowly opened his eyes. He found himself slumped over his desk, and there were no longer any unusual spiritual reactions around him. He sat up and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"It seems there's no intelligence requirement to become a night watchman ————"

"However—there's a strange feeling about him."

"The thief—" He recalled the extraordinary property he had just studied not long ago, and the broken monocle.

"Is it a magical item related to thieves?"