【Fred's Signature Pen, a favorite of the trickster Fred, but it can copy nothing but signatures.】
【Strange Bowtie, my voice is unpredictable, recognizable by none.】
A series of warnings from his inspiration left Lynch momentarily stunned as he watched the people emerge from the back room.
Two men walked out: one was an older gentleman in a formal suit with gray hair and a beard, thin and gaunt, with the traits of a merchant written all over his face. The other was a young man with a clean appearance and flashy clothing, likely some form of aristocratic attire, wearing a massive emerald ring on his right hand that looked quite conspicuous.
The series of warnings originated from this young man.
Seeing these things together, the intent was obvious. Lynch glanced at the young man, lost in thought.
"Frankly, I am disappointed. With the joint guarantee of the three wealthiest bankers in the Kingdom of Salter, you are only willing to offer a withdrawal limit of one thousand pounds per month. By the Lord of Wealth, one thousand pounds is truly a huge sum. Haha, the loose change in my pocket every day adds up to more than that."
The young man casually pulled a stack of five pound notes from his wallet and waved them around.
"Forget it. It seems that in your eyes, the reputation of Lord Filo and the others is only worth one thousand pounds a month, or perhaps your bank's scale is only capable of bearing a monthly limit of one thousand pounds. If that is the case, perhaps I should consider taking these guarantee letters to Norin and finding the Wald Bank. They are the most powerful bank in Lande and should be able to cover my daily expenses in Lande."
"Wait, my Lord Viscount, please, I beg you not to be angry. I have just never seen the three Lords from the Kingdom of Salter jointly issue a high value withdrawal guarantee for someone else. If you do not mind, let me take another look at those three guarantee letters. As long as the guarantees are authentic, two thousand, three thousand, or even five thousand pounds a month, our Douglas Bank can certainly provide it."
"I see. It seems I misunderstood."
The young man smiled reservedly and pulled several gold stamped letters from his pocket, handing them to Mr. Douglas as if they were nothing more than waste paper rather than important documents involving thousands of pounds each month.
Douglas took them with trepidation, just about to return to the back room with the young man to study them further, when he suddenly noticed Lynch standing at the entrance. He frowned and glanced at him impatiently. "What is he doing here?"
The clerk in the outer office immediately stepped forward to mutter a few words and shook the check.
"Then just cash it for him, why are you asking me? Do you have to come to me for a small amount like fifty pounds? Have you never seen money before? If you do something this stupid again, you don't need to come to work, lest you bring shame to the bank." Douglas raised his hand and slapped the clerk across the face twice, then turned to smile obsequiously at the young man. "My Lord Viscount, this idiot is a new probationary employee who doesn't understand the foundation of our Douglas Bank. Please, please come in."
With that, he respectfully invited the young man back into the inner room, and the door was slammed shut.
Lynch watched the bank clerk, who was holding the handprint on his face while looking aggrieved as he opened the safe, with a subtle expression that left the clerk hesitant. "My lord, you..."
"I am an evil god, pay up."
"Ah?"
Lynch shook his head with a smile and said nothing more.
With three mystery relics gathered together, one could easily guess the status of the holder. He never expected to encounter such a brilliant bank fraud on his first visit to a bank since transmigrating. If the young man truly succeeded, this top tier city bank would likely be left at least severely crippled.
But what did that have to do with him? He was just a dirty, smelly lowlife who knew nothing about the effects of mystery relics, nor did he know what fraud was.
Lynch shrugged regretfully and scooped up the stack of banknotes that the bank clerk had respectfully handed over.
They were just paper notes, so why did they feel so dazzling?
Eight five pound notes and ten one pound notes, colorful and stacked together, felt heavy and substantial.
At least, they felt substantial in his mind.
Lynch rubbed the banknotes, feeling an urge to count them again, but that would be too embarrassing, so he gave up the idea.
There were many people at the bottom of society in this world who had never seen paper Lande pounds in their lives. Having these should be enough to make many people go crazy.
It was fortunate he had acted first; otherwise, after they were defrauded, they might not be able to withdraw them at all.
However, Lynch felt no sympathy for the bankers about to walk into the trap. He carefully hid the banknotes in several pockets, gave the little clerk a strange smile, and hurried out of the building.
Good luck to you. I believe it won't be long before I see today's news in the newspapers.
Touching the banknotes in his pocket, he felt a sense of inexplicable happiness, and even his injured leg felt more agile. After circling a few streets according to the map, the surroundings gradually became quiet.
Not only were there fewer pedestrians, but the buildings also became sparse. At the end of the street, a massive stone structure appeared, its design somewhat reminiscent of the architecture in Zur Baha Sahr.
It was somewhat like the ancient Greek temple style of his homeland, with a grand scale and a magnificent appearance. To occupy such a plot of land in the expensive financial hub of the Valley District, the influence of the organization behind the building was clearly not to be underestimated.
Directly above the temple's spire, a giant eyeball was carved from white jade. Through some unknown technique, no matter from which angle one looked, the eyeball seemed to be staring directly at them.
It was a bit eerie.
Lynch felt slightly nervous, but seeing the occasional pedestrian entering and exiting the building, and remembering that it was a place introduced by Officer Natalie, he took a deep breath and walked straight over.
He ascended the white stone steps, and before him was the building's towering arched gate. Directly above the gate was a very bizarre pattern.
At first glance, it looked like countless spheres piled together, but upon closer inspection, each sphere was an eyeball. These giant eyeballs were entangled with one another, facing different directions, as if spying on everything around them.
Hiss.
Lynch's heart tightened. This pattern brought immense psychological pressure, making him feel a palpitation that originated from his very soul.
Why did it feel similar to the pattern he saw at the Black Cat Theater? Surely this wasn't the special hobby of another evil god.
Thinking this, Lynch quickly lowered his head to avoid staring at the pattern and hurried toward the heavy stone door of the building. Following Officer Natalie's instructions, Lynch reached out to press his palm against the handprint shaped indentation on the stone door and softly recited the secret text.
"May the light of truth shine upon me one day."
As soon as he finished reciting, Lynch felt as if the ground beneath him had vanished. His body had left the doorway and appeared in a void where there was nothing but darkness above, below, and all around.
Whoosh. Two gas lamps lit up out of thin air, one on the left and one on the right, illuminating the void in front of Lynch. A figure in a gray robe stood beneath the lights; their features were unclear, and one could only feel endless mystery and invisible pressure.
"Welcome to the Knowledge Library, young Soul Severer. Welcome to share in the billions of rays of truth with us."
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