Legacy Of Forgotten Times 142 How Much?

"Why are you here?" Drake asked. He clearly sounded hostile. I guess he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"We need to go see princ.i.p.al Richard. I will explain to you on the way."

"Oh, okay," said Drake. His parents were also friends with the old pervert so Linri wasn't surprised that Drake wouldn't suspect anything. Actually, he was more curious about the connection between his parents and that old pervert. As far as he could remember there wasn't anything in his father's bio so it was definitely Lyra and even Richard confirmed that. The question was what kind of connection.

On the way, Linri decided to interrogate Drake a little. Among the transmigrators, he was an anomaly. He was the only one that seemed to have the memories of his past hosts even though TBB was not the one holding the reins. That was why he decided to find out if it was true or not.

"So I heard something interesting. Is it true that you suffer from amnesia? I heard that you can't remember anything before 2 or 3 months ago. By the way, before you say how did you know I am an info broker. I know every little detail about everyone... well, most of the time. If I don't know anything about a person it might be because either he is not someone important or his background is so powerful that I can't find any details on them"

"Okay, I am not going to ask how did you know but what does any of that have to do with you?"

"Oh, it has a lot to do with me. You see, if my sources aren't wrong your amnesia is not a natural one. It was man-made. So I wanted to confirm it. If it's true I don't mind selling you the info who did it. So wh" Linri was thrown against the wall. Drake held his face in a bear claw. That was dangerous. If he used his power now his face would be blown to bits!

Though it wouldn't kill him he didn't want to wear a mask like Dr. Doom whole his life. Then again Dr. Doom was such a bada.s.s that he wouldn't mind becoming like him.

"WHO DIT IT!!" Drake's eyes were crazy. He seemed to be out of his mind. Linri, on the other hand, was just thinking that a lot of people had slammed him to the wall this week. Maybe he should ask Silfy to instal some springs to his jacket. That way at least his impact would hurt less.

"ANSWER ME!!"

"Yes, yes just lift your hand. I am not going to say who did it but I will give you another hint. The person who induced amnesia on you didn't just stop with that. You know your condition which plagued you for such a long time? You know, the one where you lose yourself upon hearing a certain word. It was the work of the same person. That was a freebie, now if you don't let go of me I am going to find out how a burnt dragon smells like." said Linri after materialising a fireball next to Drake's face.

Honestly, he was bored of this 'you threaten me I threaten you back' game. Can't people just open their wallets and pay him like a decent human being? Of course, he was totally ignoring the fact that he was swindling his own friend...

Drake let go of him. He was breathing through his nose. He wanted to tear this arrogant guy apart and show him who was the boss but he couldn't for a couple of reasons. The most important being him knowing about his condition.

"How much?"

"Wait? You are just going to believe me without questioning anything? Are you that dumb? No wait, I guess you are just that desperate. It must hurt to know nothing about your family, not having any memories of them. You must have felt like a stranger living with them."

"I said HOW MUCH!!?"

"How much do you have?" Now that Linri was sure that he was this vulnerable he was going to strip him of every penny he had.

Drake just took out his wallet and gave his bank cards and money to him. He had 250 thousand Yoki in cash.

"Take it all! The pa.s.sword to the bank cards is 196197. They have 200 million Yoki. Now f.u.c.king tell me who did this!" Linri didn't answer immediately. First, he took out a notepad he carried with him at all times and wrote down the pa.s.sword. Drake was getting impatient and it didn't seem like a good idea to make him wait any longer.

"The Church of the Sun. I would ask have you heard of them but seeing how it is the most common religion in the world I am sure that you had. Basically, they turned you into their own little hunting dog. The sub-personalities are just a side-effect. The normal plan was to brainwash you into obeying them when you heard a command word. As for the amnesia, it was their way of trying to fix your condition but it doesn't seem to have worked. If you are interested I know of a person who might be able to cure you" Linri said with a devilish smile.

"How much?" Drake didn't hesitate to ask again.

"You catch on quick. I guess you are not as dumb as you look. Anyway this time it's free of charge."

"I said how much!?"

"Look buddy I am trying to help you here so just take it as my goodwill"

"And why would you do that to a person who threatened to kill you just now? If you are doing this to gain a favour out of me I don't want to have anything to do with that so tell me how much do you want" Linri was surprised that this brute could think that far ahead. Unfortunately, he was completely wrong in his a.s.sumption. Even though that was something Linri would totally do, this time his goal was just to help his little bro TBB. So there wasn't any kind of scheme going around.

"That's funny. Anyway, let's keep going I will tell you the reason on the way" Drake looked doubtful but he followed him.

"Have you ever wondered why I am so good at angering you? Like knowing to call you 'Pretty Boy' or the fact that I know your taboo word."

"No"

"Well, it's because we are actually as close as brothers. As for knowing the taboo word and the one who did it I know it because I specifically researched that just for you? If you don't believe me just think about it, haven't I called for you the moment you entered the cla.s.sroom? Don't you find it weird that someone you haven't met before would do that?"

"That doesn't make any sense. If you and I were 'bros' why did you extort money from me just now?"

Linri just shrugged his shoulders.

"I am just an a.s.shole. You will remember it when this is over. P.S even if you remember I am not giving this money back."

"Bah, who would care about that little bit of money!? If you are not telling the truth I won't help you with a favour"

"Fine fine"

"So who can cure me?"

"It's our psychology teacher however there is a problem and that's why we are going to talk with that old pervert first"

"What problem?"

"Well, she is a kitsune just like me and my mom. That would normally be a good thing but there is one tiny little problem. The whole Yuugano kitsune clan is hunting my family which includes me. The good thing is I don't think they know I exist yet but I still don't know much about her. So we are going to talk with the old pervert and find what he put in my doc.u.ments."

"So you are one of those despicable cunning foxes?" Linri looked at him and raised his left eyebrow

"Have you met me?"

"Fair point. But I still don't understand the part where that has anything to do with my situation"

"Of course it has everything to do with you, idiot! I am the only one knows your trigger word and I have to be there to make sure she doesn't mess with your psyche either. You said it yourself, we are despicable cunning foxes"

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Linri and Drake came inside the room after Richard told them to come in.

"I heard you called for us Princ.i.p.al Richard" Linri just hit TBB on the head. This idiot still didn't understand that it was just an excuse to make him come here.

"Hey, old pervert. I need your help... again" said Linri.

"Look if you are going to ask me to clean blood from your room that was just a one-time thing. I am not your maid... although dressing like a maid wouldn't be such a bad idea. Okay, let's do this!" said Richard.

The whole room was covered in darkness for a split second. When the veil was lifted; Richard, Linri and Drake were all in western-style maid uniforms.

"So how much blood is there?" asked Richard after shaking the feather duster in his hand...