blogombal Chapter 181 Katarina: Interesting
Chapter 181 Katarina: Interesting
Chapter 181 Katarina: Interesting
Lorne pulled his hat down low and quickened his pace as he walked through the bustling streets of Bayam in the evening.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly. Just now, he had sensed a very subtle yet strange spiritual fluctuation that seemed out of place with the surrounding environment.
He subconsciously raised his head and turned his gaze toward the source of the spiritual fluctuations.
Then he saw a woman dressed in a simple, pure white robe slowly walking towards him from across the street.
The woman had black hair and blue eyes, a delicate and beautiful appearance, and skin as white as snow, as tender as a young girl's. She possessed an indescribable, unique charm that seemed to steal one's soul. As she walked among the crowd, she seemed to be isolated from the entire world, and everyone's gaze was irresistibly drawn to her.
Lorne was no exception; he subconsciously glanced at her again.
Katarina also noticed Lorne's gaze. She smiled slightly, her expression alluring.
However, just as she was about to take a step forward and "tease" this somewhat unusual young man wearing glasses, Lorne suddenly stopped, looked away, and then, without turning back, brushed past her and disappeared into the crowd.
Katarina's smile froze slightly.
As a veteran witch, she felt challenged.
She stopped, turned around, and looked at the departing figure without a backward glance. She gently touched her chin with a slender finger and fell into thought.
She didn't believe it was because she lacked charm. She also absolutely refused to believe that any man in the world could reciprocate her feelings after that smile.
Completely indifferent.
She licked her red lips and chuckled softly:
"interesting."
While beautiful women are certainly pleasing to the eye, now is not the time to focus on such things!
Lorne walked quickly, saying to himself.
At times like these, you shouldn't be thinking about such unnecessary things.
"Damn it, we've taken the wrong road!"
A moment of distraction led Lorne to take the wrong turn. Just as he was frantically turning back to take a shortcut, he passed a dark, narrow alleyway—
"What do you want?!"
A delicate shout, tinged with panic and trembling, suddenly came from the depths of the alley.
Lorne's steps stopped instinctively.
He looked in the direction of the sound and found the beautiful lady in the white robe he had just met on the street inside the alley.
At that moment, she was surrounded by three burly local men in short-sleeved shirts, revealing tattoos, and with menacing expressions. They were leering at her.
Step by step, they cornered the woman against the wall.
"Miss, don't be afraid," the scarred-faced man leered. "We're just here because we saw you were alone and wanted to buy you a drink."
"Yes, come with us!"
To be honest, when Lorne saw this, his first reaction was to immediately turn around, pretend he hadn't seen anything, and leave as quickly as possible.
He knew very well that, given his current situation with a huge bounty on his head, any meddling would only bring unnecessary trouble and might even expose his identity.
But as he looked at the woman who was cornered against the wall, trying to remain calm but with a hint of helplessness and fear in her eyes,
She watched as those thugs became increasingly brazen, their dirty hands reaching out towards her.
Sigh, having too high a moral standard isn't always a good thing.
I never expected that I would have to go through such a clichéd development again.
Lorne cursed inwardly, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to stand by and watch someone die.
He sighed, straightened his collar and glasses, and strode into the dimly lit alley.
"Gentlemen," he began in a calm but authoritative tone, "it seems this lady is not inclined to accept your 'invitation.'"
"Who are you, kid? How dare you meddle in my business!" The scarred man at the head of the group, seeing that someone had ruined his plans, immediately turned his attention to Lorne and strode over menacingly.
"Throat—" Lorne sighed and clenched his fists.
To be honest, he wanted to reason with them, but it was clear that reasoning with these guys was too slow.
The "Monster" pathway's direct combat ability is indeed lacking. But that's only in comparison to other extraordinary individuals.
1 II
A few minutes later, with a final dull thud, the three burly men collapsed unconscious on the dirty alleyway floor, their faces bruised and swollen.
Normally, a woman who has experienced such a scene would be too frightened to speak and would be frozen in place.
Just as Lorne dusted off his hands, preparing to turn and leave without a word—
A soft body with a peculiar fragrance suddenly pressed against him from behind, and a pair of fair arms tightly embraced his arms.
Upon feeling the softness on his arm, Lorne's body instantly froze.
He turned his head and saw the woman pressed tightly against him. Her mature and charming aura had vanished without a trace, replaced by a girlish, pure dependence and lingering fear.
"Thank you—thank you, sir." She looked up, her deep blue eyes filled with tears, looking at him pitifully. "I—I was terrified."
For some reason, seeing her like this, Lorne felt his heart beat a little faster than usual. A faint, alluring, and peculiar fragrance wafted around him.
Suddenly, Katarina leaned closer, her flawless, delicate face almost touching his. In a trembling, soft voice, she said, "I...I'm a traveler here, and I never expected to encounter something so terrible. Sir, could you...could you escort me for a while?"
Lorne forced a poker face, intending to refuse in the coldest tone possible.
But for some reason, the words that were on the tip of my tongue inexplicably turned into a single word.
"...good."
"Really? Thank you so much!" A joyful, radiant smile immediately lit up Katarina's face. She tightened her grip on Lorne's arm.
Walking down the street at dusk, Katarina's stunning beauty attracted the attention of all passersby. Her male companion, Lorne, received envious and jealous stares from all the men, and even some of the women.
No—something's not right with how things are going. I have to do something, Lorne told himself.
This experience reminded him of a certain parasite, and a strange feeling immediately enveloped Lorne's mind. Moreover, he felt a sense of familiarity with the woman beside him. "Madam, have we met somewhere before?" he suddenly asked.
"No," Katarina shook her head, a hint of innocent confusion on her face. "Is this our first time meeting?"
"Is that so?" Lorne lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Katarina stopped teasing them, and the two walked down the street step by step. In her heart, Katarina silently planned the next "script," thinking about how to take the next step to better get closer to Lorne.
Lorne, who was standing next to him, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong?" Katarina looked up and asked with concern.
Lorne maintained his poker face, expressionless. He raised his hand and pointed to the street corner.
"Madam," he said in a flat tone, "that's a small police station, with many patrol officers standing at the entrance."
"I think they would be happy to escort a beautiful lady like you safely back to your lodgings."
"what?"
Then, in Katarina's brief, unbelievable shock.
Lorne quickly pulled his arm out of her arms, then turned around without looking back and disappeared into the distance.
A moment later, Katarina came to her senses. She looked in the direction Lorne had left and a slight smile played on her lips.
"Ah, I understand now why little Tracy likes you."