Chapter 1025 Taking notes

Chapter 1025 Taking notes

"Wow, you must really like them," Lex said sarcastically as they walked from the edge of the forest to the city entrance. It was decently sized and was built on both sides of a river that was passing by. There was a short line at the gate that they were walking towards.

"It's just a suggestion. It's not really that hard. Despite their power, both families aren't too large so the chances of actually running into one of them is quite low."

"What you're doing right now is called raising a flag. You're basically ensuring that you'll run into one of them, if not both of them, pretty soon," said Lex casually.

"What?" Hildi asked, confused.

"Raising a flag. It's a superstition. Basically stating something you hope to avoid only sets you up to face it pretty soon. There are a few other rules to it, like raising death flags, red flags, green flags and such, but in essence the more you want to avoid something, the more you'll end up facing it. I don't believe in them though."

"Then why did you bring it up?"

"Hmm, no reason in particular. Just that the last time I raised a flag for myself, I lost my skin. All of it. Gone. Was not a fun experience. Still don't believe in them though."

"Alright... if you say so. Well, I've brought you to Torrinwood. Toll to enter is two copper coins. Good luck with your endeavors. I have some business of my own to take care of, so I should get going."

Lex nodded, and then watched her leave. She was clearly distracted with other things, which left Lex feeling dissatisfied. He hadn't learned anything significant, nor had he acted mysteriously enough.

Lex immediately focused in and began taking notes. Perhaps such a ridiculous novel was not the best place to take notes from. A part of him reminded himself that he was on a time limit. But he was so tempted...

In the end, he allowed himself one day at most to do as he wished. Relaxing might actually help him perform better in the long run. After that, though, he would continue his search, and take whatever opportunity he got to behave cryptically as the opportunity arose.

With that out of the way, he began taking notes guilt free. So a black hood to hide his identity, appearing and disappearing out of nowhere, using techniques that bewilder the audience.

He was not about to put his soul into a necklace, but he could drop some kind of amazing inheritance inside some piece of jewelry and auction it off. Apparently auctions were very integral to acting mysterious. The most important thing, however, was to donate the item that would ultimately sell as the last item on the auction, getting a VIP booth as a result, and then buying some things while everyone else guessed his identity.

In the actual novel itself, there was a whole lot more face slapping involved, but Lex found that terribly unrealistic. How was he supposed to randomly encounter people, spoiled to the extent of stupidity, who would just come and start fights with him?

He'd kept his spirit sense spread around him to observe if such scenes were common, and fortunately they weren't. However the role of the crowns was extensive. He still did not know what their actual use was, but they had created some kind of caste system where people with higher quality projections were treated better than others.

More importantly, his assumption had also proved correct. People were a lot more open to fighting and killing here, all in the name of improving their projections. Fortunately, most of that killing was targeted towards animals and beasts, but not all of it.

Lex took a bite out of a pie that had been placed in front of him, among other things, and continued to read when the doors to the tavern were slammed open.

"I'M RESERVING THIS GODDAMN PLACE, SO ALL OF YOU GET THE HELL OUT!"