Chapter 364: No Second Chances
Chapter 364: No Second Chances
[Name: Evil Fallen Registry (Fallen, Name, Location)]
[Appearance: An exquisitely bound leather registry, its surface smooth and warm to the touch. When a signer writes their name, the back of the book will reveal the exact number of "sins" committed by the signer.]
[Ability: Sin Recording, Demon's Name, Target Location]
[Cost: For the signer, their aura will be permanently recorded upon signing their name, only removable upon death. For the user, each use of the location ability will consume one instance of their own "sin."]
[File: An ancient anomaly crafted from the facial skin of a Divine-grade Cursed Beast, capable of leveraging the innate rule power of the Cursed Beast to discreetly record the signer's information. Upon activation, it immediately locks onto the current location of the target (limited to the same plane of existence).
This unique anomaly was created by the ninth-ranked Lord of Hell, the Lord of Betrayal, as a precaution against potential betrayal from his subordinates. It was sewn directly onto the back of his left hand, embedded in his flesh and blood.]
[Evaluation: Turn over the third signature book with the initial 'A', and you'll find an unexpected surprise.]
[Immersion Value: 0 (Signer) / Half of the current Immersion Value of the target being searched for (User)]
[Through your own observations and deductions, you have gathered extensive intelligence on the 'Evil Fallen Registry', and your resistance to this anomaly has significantly increased. You are now capable of blocking its deeper influences.]
...
The Gemini Bureau...
So this mission is related to the Water Bottle Director? But wasn't he severely injured in the Dead Realm by the Director, and it's unlikely he'll be back anytime soon? Could this be a backup plan he left behind?
After reading through the file on the Evil Fallen Registry and coming across familiar information, Lyon's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Following the suggestion in the evaluation section, he located the third signature book with the letter 'A' and casually flipped it over.
The back of the signature book was covered in paper, leaving it blank.
Not just the back, but every signature book, front and back, was meticulously covered, revealing only the code names of the guests and the total amount of outstanding bills under their names.
Lyon frowned again, just as he was about to peel off the paper covering the back of the signature book, his arm was suddenly grabbed.
"Your Grace, please don't do that!"
Having stopped Lyon's hasty action, the startled waiter relaxed a little and then spoke with a look of difficulty, "According to the rules, all records, including yours, are completely confidential and can only be accessed by designated personnel.
We do this to better protect the privacy of our esteemed guests, so please..."
"It's just a place to drink, no need for all this secrecy."
Remembering the Director's advice about not alerting the enemy, Lyon narrowed his eyes slightly and temporarily abandoned the idea of checking the signature book. Instead, he feigned annoyance and slammed the pen onto the registry, saying, "Fine, if I can't see it, I won't sign it either!"
"My apologies, please this way."
Seeing that Lyon had given up on checking the signature book, the waiter heaved a sigh of relief. Not daring to mention signing again, he signaled to the person behind the counter to quickly put away the signature book while leading Lyon towards the stairs.
"This is the VIP Lounge!"
After reaching the third floor, the waiter who had almost caused a disaster led Lyon to the bar on the third floor and seated him. With eagerness, he introduced:
"The drinks on the third floor are changed weekly, and the bartenders take shifts. Each has their unique style. If you have a preference, you can make a special request, and I can call them for you."
"If you prefer straight drinks over cocktails, you can lift the tapestry on your right. Behind it is a private room more suitable for a quiet, solitary drink and a peaceful tasting experience in a private room..."
"Yeah, I got it."
Interrupting the waiter, Lyon, who was in a bad mood, impatiently shooed him away:
"Go on, I'll look around myself. I don't need you here!"
"Okay..."
Seeing Lyon's displeasure, the waiter seemed to have a poor impression due to the earlier signature incident. He could only nod reluctantly and then said with a respectful smile:
"In that case, I won't disturb you further. But according to the rules, I can't leave too far. I'll be waiting for you in the waiting room between the second and third floors.
If you need my service later, just notify the waiters on the third floor to call for Jacob at the waiting room entrance, and I'll return to serve you."
"Hmm... Hmm?"
Wait, your name is Jacob?
So, you're the waiter the Commissioner asked me to find? But shouldn't you be in the third-floor VIP Lounge? Why are you at the entrance greeting guests instead?
"Wait a moment!"
Lyon called out, stopping the retreating waiter. He cleared his throat and said:
"Why don't... you stay here instead."
Jacob: "..."
"I thought about it, and since it's my first time here, it's nice to have someone guide me."
"..."
You changed your mind so quickly! This Duke is quite something...
Despite his inner grumbling, Jacob, the waiter, maintained a polite and respectful smile, showing no fault in his manners.
There was no other choice; the other party was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Grabbing the Duke's arm earlier was an instinctive action. It was only after he realized what he had done that a small patch of sweat formed on his back.
Given the vast difference in their identities and statuses, the best option was to fulfill any request directly. If the earlier incident were to happen again, he wasn't sure he'd have the courage to grab the Duke's arm again. "I'm here to serve you."
"Okay... I'm not bothered... Besides, I'm not interested in cocktails. Take me to the room behind the tapestry."
"Yes, please follow me."
Following Jacob, Lyon entered a well-soundproofed private room. He pressed his left fingertip against the Black Goat's forehead and pretended to pat himself down, then exclaimed in surprise:
"Huh? Where's my wallet? How did I lose it?"
?!?!
(End of Chapter)
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