On the carriage returning to the market area, Lumian looked out the window, recalling and analyzing Gardner Martin's various behaviors after he and others completed the mission.
He felt that the leader of the Savoy Party didn't really care. They took great risks to get the suitcase back, and he just glanced at it casually and put it on the desk. "Is it really a test? The head with the spine and the headless monster were all known to the Iron Cross. As long as they followed the fixed process and didn't act on their own, they wouldn't be attacked by them.
"But the boss is or was a conspirator. What he showed might just be what he wanted us to see, and it might not be a reflection of his true intentions. Regardless, the trader with only a head left and the headless humanoid monster are real. What do they represent, or are the words they said true or false? He disappeared for several months because he was looking for the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Epoch. He encountered some terrible things, and his head and body were separated, and he had his own consciousness."
"The boss said that the devil is our friend and hell is other people. It seems that he was saying that we should not trust others easily. He suddenly reminded me of this because he was satisfied with my performance in this mission."
"He has sent people to secretly follow us and make detailed observations. Maybe the giant Simon or one of the mice Christo is not as scary as he appears to be, and is secretly acting as the boss's spy."
"The boss didn't leave me here directly, which means the investigation is probably not over yet. Now, is there anyone following this horse, lurking in the shadows around here?"
"Haha, Mr. K and his men also like to do this. It would be fun if we ran into them."
The mouse Christo and the giant Simon, who were riding in the Breeze Ballroom carriage back to the market area, were a little nervous and uneasy when they saw Lumian not saying a word and looking out the window with an unfocused gaze.
After five minutes of unspeakable silence, Mouse Christo smiled and said, "Charles, what are you looking at?"
"It's too crowded." Lumian sighed without answering the question.
The mouse Christo and the giant Simon looked at each other, suspecting that Charles was mocking them for occupying the space in the carriage.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Mouse Christo took the initiative to explain his intention. He lowered his voice and said, "Char, I wanted to take this opportunity to communicate with you. Damn, I didn't expect that the giant Simon would also come over."
"It's raised by sows. It was obviously me who first suggested borrowing the carriage." The giant Simon blurted out a retort.
Mouse Kristo ignored him and gritted his teeth and said, "Char, this mission has made me recognize you again. Apart from the Boss, you are the most intelligent, powerful, and calm Beyonder around me."
I was the calmest. That was when I was impulsive. You didn’t see it. Lumian complained in his heart and pretended to provoke: “Really? I am smarter than Brinell and stronger than Franka.”
Mouse Christo was speechless, and after a few seconds he said, "What I mean is that if the boss assigns me a secret mission next time, I want you to help me analyze it and see how to do it. I don't want to panic and have no idea what to do next time I encounter a similar monster."
Oh, the information was delivered to my door. Lumian smiled and said, "I have no problem with it, but aren't you afraid that the boss will be angry when he finds out?"
Mouse Christo glanced at Lumian, then at the giant Simon next to him, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't tell us and we don't tell us, the boss won't know."
The giant Simon's eyelids twitched slightly, and he continued, "My idea is similar to that of the mouse Christos."
He also didn't want to die in the next secret mission.
Lumian thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I can provide help, but I cannot guarantee that I can restore the truth of the matter or find a way to avoid danger based on your description alone. Also, I may make some small requests."
"No problem." Mouse Christo agreed without hesitation. He wouldn't be like this just because of what happened today, but he had just escaped the incident of the man in the mirror not long ago, and he was still a little scared. Now his mental defenses were about to collapse.
Giant Simon also expressed his attitude, then looked at Lumian and cursed himself under his breath.
He cleared his throat and said, "Brother Charles, I apologize to you. My attitude towards you before was not very good. I also wanted to bully you because you just joined the Savoy Party and didn't know anything. I instigated you to go to the boss. Sorry, Red Boots. I am a rude person with little culture and can't say nice words. I can only hope that you accept my apology. From now on, I, Giant Simon, will do whatever you tell me to do."
Wow, he realized the situation so quickly and was so flexible. This guy is really talented.
Lumian pretended to be indifferent and said, "I have forgotten what happened in the past. Look, I didn't target you or take revenge on you during this period of time."
After saying that, Lumian silently added in his mind: Mainly because I'm too busy to have the time to care about a small gang leader like you.
The giant Simon breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Charles was a good person and not so narrow-minded.
Lumian then smiled and said, "Why do you call me brother? I am much younger than you."
Giant Simon smiled awkwardly and said, "You are already Sequence 7. In terms of strength, I should call you brother."
Lumian couldn't help but joke, "If we really want to address each other by sequence, then after I advance to sequence 6, won't you have to call me uncle?"
Giant Simon hesitated for two seconds and cleared his throat again: "If you wish."
Damn, this guy is so shameless. He was the same when he communicated with the boss in private.
The mouse Christos turned his head in astonishment and looked at the burly man who was over 1.9 meters tall, as if he was meeting this giant for the first time.
Giant Simon continued, "But I think I will be promoted to Sequence 7 earlier than you are to Sequence 6. You must have just become an arsonist not long ago. It may take you several years, or even more than ten years, to master the power of fire and be able to withstand the potion." His hidden meaning was.
“Haha, I was just kidding. Maybe it won’t be long before we’re both Sequence 7. You’ll still be my buddy after all.”
Hearing this, Lumian recalled that after he used invisible flames to burn Susanna Mathis to death, he felt that the potion had been digested a little.
But because he has not yet summarized the first role-playing rule, the degree of digestion is not obvious. Combining the previous and subsequent experiences and the things he saw in the market area, Lumian often feels that the first role-playing rule is about to come out, but there is always a little short of it. The idea is not clear enough, and it seems that he still needs to wait for some opportunities.
His thoughts quickly turned back to Gardner Martin's possible covert observation and subsequent testing.
This made him, who had planned to go to the square area to open the door to Winnie the Pooh Pier and listen to Mr. Fool's sermon the next day or the day after tomorrow, think it would be better to postpone it for a while, and go after passing the test and officially joining the [Iron Cross].
But I have to have psychological treatment again tomorrow afternoon. Should I go
"I feel like my mental state and emotional control have improved a lot in the past few days. I still need the two ladies to confirm. Well, they have used psychological invisibility every time. Lady Justice is still a true demigod. It is unlikely that she will be seen by Gardner Martin, let alone his men. As a hunter, it is normal for me to like studying plants."
"After visiting the botanical gardens, I went to the side to have a cup of coffee and take a break. No one could point out any problems."
Lumian made a quick decision and planned to continue his psychotherapy tomorrow, but before entering Mason Cafe, he would have to spend two to three hours touring the nearby botanical gardens.
After the carriage stopped at the door of the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian went upstairs to drink coffee and watched the mouse Christo and the giant Simon leave the market avenue.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, he put on a dark wide-brimmed round hat, left the dance hall, and planned to go to White Coat Street to find Franka to discuss the strange task at noon and discuss Gardner Martin's attitude.
After walking along the Market Avenue for a few minutes, Lumian suddenly thought of a question. If the boss really sent someone to keep an eye on me and observe what I did during this period, then if I often went to the apartment on White Coat Street to find Franca, would he think that Franca and I were having an affair and that he was being cuckolded? Or, as a Trier native, he actually didn't care. Well, there were rumors outside that Janna and I were having an affair, and I went to White Coat Street to find Janna, not Franca, so the boss wouldn't be suspicious.
Lumian calmed himself down, walked all the way to 3 White Coat Street, and knocked on the door of room 601.
"Why are you here again?" Franca, who usually wore a women's shirt with light-colored trousers, asked unhappily.
At this moment, there was a pile of shit painted on the left side of her smooth face, and a dark green turtle on the right side: "I lost the card game."
Lumian raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Franca had mentioned that when she asked Janna and her dancers to play cards, money was rarely involved, and various strange punishments were used instead.
Franca looked back and said in a low voice, "Janna has been in a bad mood recently. I'm trying to find a way to make her happy."
Lumian followed Franca's gaze and found that Janna's face was also painted up in a mess, with a bunch of moles and two pig mouths, and the same was true for the top dancer.
"Then I'll wait for you to finish fighting." He walked into the living room and said so. The top dancer thought that Fule was here to find Jane, so she quickly got up, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and left Apartment 601.
Jenna's mood did improve. She looked at Lumian and asked in a teasing tone, "Are you here to see me or Franca?"
That sounds weird.
Lumian answered calmly, "The boss has assigned me a strange task, and I would like to ask Franca for advice."
"What mission?" Franca did not hide her curiosity. Lumian briefly mentioned what happened at noon, including how to suppress the mouse Christo and the giant Simon and make them obey his orders.
Both Franka and Janna were frightened by the trader with only a head left and the headless monster. They didn't speak for a long time. After a few seconds, Franka suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "Gardner Martin, that son of a bitch."
"What's wrong?" Janna didn't understand why Franca suddenly started scolding the boss.
Franka Hanhu explained: "I suspect this mission is a test of Charles by Gardner Martin, who wants him to enter the core layer."
"Fuck it, I've slept with him for so long, and he doesn't trust me and never thought of checking me out."