Chapter 59
The Law of Convergence of Extraordinary Characteristics
Chapter 59 The Law of Convergence of Extraordinary Characteristics
Hobart's first thought was the Law of Convergence of Extraordinary Properties. If he wasn't mistaken, this seemingly ordinary case must contain some magical artifact or extraordinary individual related to the "lawyer" pathway.
When he was handling Mr. Barron's case, he heard Penny describe the "country lawyer" and was 100% certain that he was an extraordinary person on the "lawyer" path!
Hobart smiled helplessly: I should have thought of it sooner. The "Disordered Kingdom" is the element that made the "lawyer" and "arbitrator" paths of the past. It is like a huge magnet, attracting the extraordinary characteristics of these two paths to me.
Then he reflected on himself: In the past month or so, I still haven't completed the mindset shift from the Common Era to the Extraordinary World. My previous life experiences are certainly useful, but this is an Extraordinary World, and the rules here are more important.
Seeing Hobart's stunned expression, Airley smiled smugly and said, "What do you think, Mr. Lawyer? I've said it before, our family has never kept a dog."
"Then where did the barking we heard come from?" Hobart asked.
“The Henrys who live in the back have a dog!” Airley said. “I think it must be their dog that ran away, first into my yard, and then into that old man Polly’s yard.”
"As for their insistence that the dog ran out of my basement, I think Polly is just old and blind, and since he doesn't dare to confront Henry, he despicably pinned the blame on me."
Emerging from the basement, Airley pointed to the predominantly black house behind Hobert: "That's the Henry family's house."
The house had a lifeless feel to it; the curtains and door curtains were all drawn tightly, as if no one had lived there for a long time.
Ellie explained, "The Henry children seem to have a rare disease; they are pale and afraid of sunlight, so their house is always kept very private."
Henry was a cloth merchant with a cold and aloof demeanor, and his neighbors were reluctant to associate with him.
"Oh, speaking of which, it seems like they haven't left the house for several days."
When Hobart went out of the back gate of the Airleys' house and arrived at the front door of the Henrys' house, he indeed heard the barking coming from the basement.
Hobart knocked on the gate, but no one answered, so he pushed the gate open and knocked on the door.
After waiting outside the door for what seemed like half a minute, I finally heard footsteps inside. The person seemed unable to lift their feet, their shoes scraping against the floor as they reached the doorway. In a very hoarse voice, they asked, "Who is it?"
Hobart briefly introduced himself, then explained his purpose: "May I go to your basement to see the dogs you keep there?"
The hoarse voice said, "My whole family has a severe case of the flu. If you don't want to get infected, come back in a few days."
Hobart thought for a moment before saying, "Okay, I'll come again this week. I hope you get better soon."
Back at Mr. Polly's house, he heard that Ellie's family didn't have a dog, but that he heard barking coming from Henry's basement.
Mr. Polly shook his head repeatedly and said, "Sir, although I am old, I am not so blind as to be blind. Besides, it wasn't just me; everyone saw that giant dog come out of the basement of the Airley family's house."
Hobart glanced out the window; the basements of the Airley and Henry houses were separated only by a country road. "Perhaps there's another possibility..."
He smiled and said, "Let's talk about Mr. Henry."
"Oh, Henry is no pushover," Polly said, filling his pipe. "Last year, a thief broke into their house and Henry beat him into a moron who can only say 'He's dead, he's dead.'"
"They moved here when I was little, and I attended the funeral of old Henry, oh, the father of the current Mr. Henry, and the grandfather of young Henry."
"They used to be a very warm family, but ever since little Henry got a strange illness three years ago, they've started acting strangely..."
After listening to Mr. Polly ramble on for a long time, there wasn't much useful information.
However, Hobart was certain that the Henry family was no ordinary cloth merchants, and he decided to investigate further after receiving payment from "Mr. Hanged Man".
After explaining to Mr. Polly that he would be coming back in the next few days, Hobart took his leave.
Upon returning to the law firm, Hobart received a letter from the Mercenary Club. From yesterday evening to this morning, "Private" had already received two packages.
Hobert hadn't expected the Hanged Man's package to arrive so quickly, but after a moment's thought, he realized that the package must have come back with the mercenaries who had withdrawn from the Southern Continent, so the mercenaries had delivered it to the club along with the package.
So after finishing his lunch, Hobart went out again to "visit clients".
Hobert didn't rush to get the package. Instead, he sat in the sofa area for a while, drinking the club's black tea. He learned from the conversations of the members around him that a group of mercenaries who had gone to the Southern Continent to ambush the extraordinary individuals of the Fusak Empire had indeed returned by airship.
Many people already know the specific results: two Sequence 5s, six Sequence 6s, seventeen Sequence 7s, and several Sequence 8s and 9s were eliminated from old rivals.
Moreover, it is said that in addition to its extraordinary characteristics, this time the loot also includes many magical items and two sealed artifacts.
It's easy to imagine that many participants will be selling their loot at this weekend's Extraordinary Gathering.
Hobart calculated his current wealth, which was nearly 1100 pounds. He would definitely make a move if a suitable magical item came along!
After drinking two cups of black tea, he went to the front desk to collect the "Private's" package.
Hobart did not leave immediately. Instead, he asked a waiter to find him a small meeting room. After closing the door, he opened the first package, which contained 600 pounds in cash.
Hobert counted them with amusement, then took out his wallet—well, it was already overflowing, so he had to stuff it into the inner pocket.
At this moment, Hobart somewhat missed the life with online payments, where the money in his phone would never become a target for thieves or robbers.
The other package contained a dark-colored ring box. Hobert held the ring in his hand, feeling no discomfort, and then put it on his index finger.
The moment he put it on, more than a dozen ways to attack enemies with the cane came to mind, as well as how to coordinate footwork with hand attacks and defenses during combat.
Hobart smiled slightly; this was exactly the ability he needed.
He glanced at the package on the table. It had to be destroyed to prevent others from discovering his identity.
Tear it into pieces? No, no, what if someone picks it up and puts it back together?
But how should we destroy it? Fire? What if it causes a fire?
Or... wait a minute, Hobart belatedly realized that his worries were a negative effect of the ring.
Please vote for me!
(End of this chapter)