Chapitre 190: Chapter 190: Susie: Audrey, I'm Just Playing Along with Your Act
Chapter 190: Susie: Audrey, I'm Just Playing Along with Your Act
Backlund,Earl Hall's Residence.
Audrey, who had just returned from above the gray fog, carefully opened the door. At the entrance, the golden retriever Susie was diligently guarding, preventing anyone from suddenly approaching.
Audrey squatted down and happily rubbed Susie's head. "Susie, thank you for your help."
"Woof, woof woof!"
Susie barked a few times, and Audrey quickly understood what she wanted to convey. She led Susie back into the room and then closed the door.
After doing all this, Audrey was momentarily stunned.
When did I start understanding Susie's dog language?
"Audrey, why do you humans always like to pet animals' heads when you're happy?"
"Maybe because it feels nice to touch."
Susie retorted, "I read in a book that this behavior stems from a desire for dominance. Humans like weaker creatures because they have absolute control over them. So even if we are angry, you humans just think we're being cute."
"…"
Audrey didn't want to argue with Susie on this topic, otherwise, she would always end up being influenced by Susie.
"Susie, I'm planning to join the Psychology Alchemy Society. Tomorrow afternoon, I will express my interest in psychology at the tea party."
"Audrey, I also want to advance to Sequence 7, Psychologist."
"…"
Audrey fell silent. She had originally intended to nurture Susie so that she could advance alongside her.
But now, she was a bit hesitant.
What if Susie becomes too smart in the future?
I can't spend all my time reading like she does.
In terms of knowledge competition, I will definitely lose to Susie.
"Audrey, you're hesitating. You don't want me to advance to higher sequences with you?"
"I think it's difficult to get two doses of the Psychologist's extraordinary potion from the Psychology Alchemy Society. I don't want you to have too much hope."
"Alright."
Susie lowered her head, her ears drooping, looking a bit dejected.
"But, Susie, you are my best friend. I will definitely find a way to get another dose of the Psychologist's extraordinary potion!"
"Audrey, you're so kind."
Susie quickly shook off her earlier disappointment and wagged her tail happily.
"…"
Audrey felt a bit guilty, her cheeks flushing. In her conversation with Susie just now, she had learned to be a bit cunning to make Susie more grateful to her.
Audrey, oh Audrey, are you now relying on such tactics to gain the upper hand?
Audrey thought for a moment and sincerely apologized to Susie for what had just happened.
Susie generously said, "I know, I was just deliberately playing along with your act."
"…"
Audrey's eyes widened. She now seriously had to consider whether to continue helping Susie advance.
**…**
Around eleven o'clock at night.
Fors returned to her room, closed the doors and windows, covered herself with a blanket, and began to pray to the stars.
The familiar starry sky appeared, filling the room with brilliance.
Accompanied by the Hall of Stars, Hastur sat high in the hall. Without needing to speak, Fors recounted how she had faked her illness, prayed to Mr. Fool in the middle of the night, and finally infiltrated the Tarot Club.
"You did very well."
Hearing that Fors had been disturbing Mr. Fool's sleep at three or four in the morning, Hastur gave her a very good evaluation.
"This is my duty."
Although Fors pretended to be humble, the smile in her eyes was unmistakable.
"What should I do next?"
"Keep observing."
"I understand!"
Fors accepted the task with a solemn expression, feeling a sense of heroic sacrifice.
Hastur did not remind her of her thoughts, letting her maintain this vigorous fighting spirit.
It's better than her lying flat all the way.
After the starry sky dissipated, Fors was still immersed in the praise she had just received.
This was recognition from the stars, a well-deserved reward for her efforts.
"You did very well."
"You did very well."
**…**
In the Hall of Stars, Hastur ended his communication with Fors but did not immediately leave. Instead, he habitually scanned the stars above.
Only the star where the High-Dimensional Overlooker resided showed a slight anomaly.
Originally, there was only his figure, but now there was another figure, Alger Wilson.
They seemed to be on the Blue Avenger.
"Alger is really unfortunate. No wonder his code name is The Hanged Man, a symbol of sacrifice."
"Strange, the sea is so vast, how could the High-Dimensional Overlooker precisely find Alger?"
"A mere coincidence? Then Alger's luck is really bad."
Hastur chose to observe and had no intention of intervening.
Such matters should be left for Mr. Fool to worry about.
Hastur watched for a while longer, then left the Hall of Stars.
The next day, Hastur made thorough preparations, even instructing Will to keep an eye out, before heading to the Employment and Service Association again.
He let the others leave first, leaving only Caius behind.
In the room, Caius was not surprised at all that he was the winner among the eight candidates.
"Caius, why do you think I chose you?"
Hastur posed his question.
"Because I am the best among the eight. Anyone with vision would choose to hire me as the investigator."
Caius spoke with confidence, his words full of self-assurance.
"Do you consider yourself a winner or a loser in life?"
Faced with Hastur's sudden change of topic, Caius frowned slightly and said, "A winner. I consider myself a winner in life. I rarely experience failure."
"Have you ever come into contact with a mysterious organization that likes to wear yellow robes?"
"Yes."
"What do you think of that organization?"
"They are the most noble monks I have ever seen. They have a unified goal."
"Are you also a member of that organization?"
Caius was silent for a moment, then looked at Hastur with a strange expression. "You are really different."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Yes, I am also a member of that organization."
This time, it was Hastur's turn to be curious. Why did Caius answer all his questions without any intention of hiding anything?
Is he simple-minded, or does he disdain lying?
After thinking for a moment, Hastur asked, "Why did you come to this recruitment? Someone as excellent as you doesn't need to earn this little bit of money."
"Because I took on a task from the organization. The task required me to attend this recruitment and complete your commission."
"Haha, an organizational task. Does the task require you to be honest and straightforward?"
"Yes, no deception is allowed."
Hastur became even more curious. The Yellow-Robed Monks sent such a person to meet him and didn't allow him to lie. Aren't they afraid he would reveal everything about them?
"Which deity does your organization worship?"
"I don't know."
"You haven't received any divine oracles?"
"I don't know."
"How many people are in your organization?"
"I don't know."
"Who is your superior?"
"I don't have a superior."
"Who is responsible for maintaining the organization?"
"I don't know."
"…"
Hastur finally understood. The Yellow-Robed Monks sent this simpleton who wasn't allowed to lie because he knew too little, basically nothing.
"When did you join this organization?"
"This March, less than half a year ago."
"Are you very loyal to this organization?"
"Not really. I'm here for the task reward."
To this, Hastur could only say, "Impressive." There was no other suitable evaluation.
"What is the task reward?"
"The formula for the Sequence 4 potion."
"What is the name of this extraordinary pathway's Sequence 4?"
"Priest."
"What about higher sequences?"
"I don't know."
Hastur was silent for a while, then continued to ask many questions, all of which Caius answered.
But when it came to the true secrets of the Yellow-Robed Monks, he knew nothing, often answering with "I don't know."
In the end, Hastur decided to hire Caius to investigate Viscount Abel's land in Southwell County.
"I will complete the task and return."
Caius expressed his determination and immediately set off from Backlund to Southwell County.
During this process, Caius didn't even ask about the task's remuneration.
It was clear that he didn't care about Hastur's meager gold pounds but was aiming for the organization's task reward.
"The Yellow-Robed Monks are really a peculiar organization."
Hastur thought for a long time and could only describe them as peculiar.
(End of Chapter)
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