After Charlie and the two official Beyonders left the chaotic street, Lumian sat back at the wooden table and said self-deprecatingly, "How could I forget? I shouldn't look at things I shouldn't look at." Even the fortune was the same. He had previously thought that observing fortune was a very secretive thing and unlikely to be discovered.
Neither Sequence 7 Franca nor Black Scorpion Roger, who was equivalent to Sequence 7, noticed anything unusual.
As a result, the official extraordinary person just now had an obvious reaction!
“Is his sequence much higher than mine, or does he have special abilities, or possesses corresponding magical items?” Lumian found it difficult to judge for a moment.
He had not observed any Beyonders above Sequence 7, and lacked a comparison target, whether facing the big boss Gardner.
Martin, or Mr. K., he was more cautious and did not observe their fortunes in front of them.
After taking note of the lesson, Lumian, who didn’t need to catch up on sleep, flipped through the Aurore witchcraft notes he had copied.
The sun was getting brighter and brighter, and the window was full of light. Even the noisy and chaotic streets seemed to have turned into a golden oil painting.
Compared to Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen, Trier has always had plenty of sunshine. Although there is pollution, it does not affect the entire city due to the more reasonable industrial layout. It mainly exists in the south where there are more factories.
Dong, dong, dong! Someone knocked on the door of Room 207 again, but this time, Lumian didn't hear any footsteps.
He raised his right eyebrow, put away the papers on the table, turned and looked at the door: "Come in, the door is not locked, Ms. Red Boots." With a creak, the door opened, and Franca, wearing a women's shirt, beige trousers and red boots, walked in.
She asked in surprise: "How do you know it was me?" Why did she ask the same question as Janna? Should I say that she is worthy of being the assassin you trained
Lumian responded with amusement: "Because I have a brain."
"I didn't say the same thing." Franca sat down next to Lumian's bed, not feeling provoked at all.
Lumian chuckled and said, "I can't think of anyone else who could approach my room without me noticing and knock on the door politely." Of course, we have to rule out the magician lady first. She's not that diligent and it's good enough that she can reply in time.
Lumian thought for a moment and added, "Has the problem with Janna been solved?"
"Tsk tsk", "You little brat, you're so smart." She acted like an older sister.
"This is a very simple reasoning." Lumian looked disdainful of explanation. If Janna hadn't gotten rid of the potential crisis, you, the Hidden Blade, would not have the mood to come to me.
Franca laughed dryly: "I mean, you can actually guess that the official extraordinary people are mainly investigating whether Janna and the others are followers of the evil god." After all, I am closer to the evil god than any of the evil god followers here.
Lumian raised his right hand and gently patted his left chest. He smiled and responded, "This is the rich experience of a wanted criminal."
"You seem very proud?" Franca joked. Lumian asked curiously, "How do the official Beyonders check?" The more he knew, the more confident he would be in avoiding similar checks in the future.
Franka replied nonchalantly, "Based on Janna's description, I guess they used the ability of the 'notary'. Each of them signed a letter of guarantee regarding their beliefs, witnessed by the notary. Those who lied were burned by the golden flames, bleeding, and dragged out." Considering that Lumian was still catching up on his knowledge of the occult, Franka gave a detailed introduction, "Notary-related abilities are quite common in Trier, and can be encountered in many places, but they are hidden under different disguises."
"Notaries can create contracts with mystical effects. Once both parties sign their names on a similar contract under the witness of a notary, no one below the level of a demigod can violate it. Even if one is a demigod, it will cost a lot to force a breach of contract. For transactions involving millions or even tens of millions of Felgin, both the buyer and the seller are willing to pay a sum of money to go to the church and receive notarization in front of the holy emblem of the 'God of Contract'."
"A guarantee is a special contract."
"The Eternal Sun is also the God of Contracts and the Guardian of Commerce." It is consistent with what Aurore wrote in his notebook... Lumian asked, "Has Jannah gone home?" Franca nodded slightly, "She has to go back for some sleep." At this point, Franca looked Lumian up and down, "You look pretty energetic. You can't tell you didn't sleep all night."
"I'm used to it." Lumian couldn't tell the other party that at six o'clock in the morning, his condition would automatically recover.
"You look energetic too." Franka said with a proud smile, "I'm used to it. For people like us, the night is the beginning of the carnival." If Aurore had said this, Lumian would have thought of it.
"inspiration",
"Manuscript"
"The silence of the night" and other words and phrases, but when Franka said this, he could only think of
"Happy Party",
"Big bed" and
"Roll over." Franca didn't notice his complaints and continued, "The apprentice training of the Old Pigeon Cage will be suspended for three days. The theater will be temporarily taken over by the Police Headquarters. The daily performances will continue as usual to avoid affecting the parliamentary elections. But the repertoire will be adjusted. After all, the heroines of some plays are missing."
"Charlotte and Maip. Miles are missing?" Lumian asked. Although he guessed it was Susanna when Charlie left with the official Beyonder.
Mathis was not completely purified, but after hearing Franca's description, he was still a little disappointed. Franca nodded: "In addition to them, two people are missing, one is the real Ev and the other is Rose. Among the remaining actors and apprentices, seven converted to the Mother Tree of Desire and were caught, but it seems that none of them have received the gift." Those with the gift ran away, and the pure believers were abandoned
To them, believers are consumables? Lumian sneered to himself and told Franca that Charlie was suspected to have left with the official Beyonder.
Franca sighed softly: "This is the best outcome for him. We can't protect him every day."
"Even though the official Beyonders can't do that, we can arrange for Charlie to live in a relatively safe place until the matter with Susanna Mathis is truly over."
"Comparatively speaking, you are more dangerous. Didn't you say that Susanna Mathis holds a grudge against you? The evil spirit's obsession is quite strong." It's a good time to try Mr. K's finger... Lumian muttered silently, indicating that he would pay attention.
He remembered something and began by asking, "Do you know why our Savoy Party supports Hugh Artois?" Franca smiled and said, "If I figured out this question, I wouldn't be in the Savoy Party anymore." Uh... is this the main purpose of her joining the Savoy Party
Lumian was thinking a lot. At this time, Franca stretched, stood up, and said to him: "We really have a chance to get the Old Pigeon Cage Theater at a low price, but we may have to face the hatred of those 'stingy guys'. But you have nothing to be afraid of. Well, I'm going to Fountain Street to discuss with Gardner and solve my own problem by the way."
"What's the problem?" Lumian was a little puzzled. Franca smiled and replied, "Although the desire aroused by Rentas was suppressed by the mystical smelling salts, my body is still a little restless. When I think back to the feeling at that time, I feel empty and long for satisfaction and catharsis. You can't help me, so I have to go find my real lover. You... How come there is no effect at all?" There is indeed a residual effect, but it will be gone after six in the morning.
Lumian curled his lips and said, "My will is stronger than yours." Franca sneered, walked to the door and left room 207.
Looking at her back, Lumian fell into deep thought: Did Franka become the boss's mistress, or did the boss become Franka's lover
Is it Franca who is responsible for satisfying the boss, or is it the boss who is responsible for satisfying Franca? When it was almost noon, Charlie returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, put all his few possessions into the suitcase, and carried it down the stairs.
After meeting Lumian on the second floor, he looked around and said in a low voice: "I have a new job and have to move somewhere else. After a while, I should be able to go back to the basement bar for a drink." Lumian smiled and said, "Sounds good." If Susanna.
Matisse's problem was truly solved, and Charlie's fate had been changed. Charlie was also very happy. He considered for a moment and said, "There are many things I can't tell you, but when the critical moment comes, I will try to hint you." He saw Charles' wanted poster in the Inquisition located in the basement of St. Robert's Church and recognized this friend, but he did not tell Deacon Francois.
What does that mean? Why did Charlie suddenly feel like he could be useful? His new job was closely connected to the official Beyonders, so he could get a lot of intelligence
Lumian soon came up with some guesses. He smiled and said, "Just stay alive first before considering other things. In a few weeks, I might leave the market area!" The subtext of his two sentences was, do your job well, don't think about passing on information, unless it really puts my life in danger, don't try!
As for whether Charlie understood, Lumian was not sure, after all, this guy's brain was not very good.
After spending an afternoon at the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform, put on a dark blue cap, and took a public carriage to the cobblestone streets of the Botanical Gardens.
According to the agreement between him and Louise Lund, Mrs. Puallis will respond to the request for a meeting before tonight.
Arriving at the lobby of Apartment 9, Lumian opened the mailbox of Room 302 and found only some flyers inside.
The letter has not been sent yet? Lumian suppressed his anxiety and planned to go to No. 9