In response to Franka's suggestion, Lumian said indifferently: Okay, if any of you want to use this armor in the future, I will "teleport" it to you.
"What's that called? It's called the Shire Post, delivered instantly!"
After making a joke, he walked to the "Arrogant Armor" standing on the side of the coffee table and stuffed its silver-white gloves into the opening of the "Traveler's Bag".
With this movement, the tall full-body armor shrank into a small dark black cloth bag.
- As long as one part of an item can fit into the "Traveler's Bag", then no matter how big it is, it can pass through the opening as long as it does not exceed the storage space, while a living flesh and blood body cannot normally fit into the "Traveler's Bag".
Based on these two points, when Lumian got this extraordinary item and its "instructions", his first reaction was that it could be used to hide corpses.
It’s amazing…” Janna looked at the scene with a little envy.
She had attended many occult gatherings and had never seen anything like it. The closest thing to this was actually the world in the painting.
After Lumian hid the "traveler's bag" inside his clothes, he looked around with a smile and said to Anthony and Janna: "After what happened this time, you should all be able to see that there is a secret organization behind me and Franca. It's not the 'Iron Cross' or the Witch Cult. What do you think? Are you interested in joining? If not, you need to sign a confidentiality agreement or make a binding commitment to keep the secret."
Janna had heard Lumian and Franca mention the secret organization before. She knew that the one they truly believed in was Mr. "The Fool" and that they used tarot cards as their code name. Now, having received the response from the "Fool", she no longer had any hesitation: "I want to be one of you."
Anthony Reid was silent for a few seconds, then asked tentatively: "Is your organization following a certain secret entity?"
"It's a true god." Lumian said, "I understand your concerns." "If you don't believe it, I can take you to visit the church."
Anthony watched his eyes and expression to make sure he was not lying.
The "psychologist" smiled bitterly and said, "That's fine with me. My previous experiences and this incident have taught me one thing: I am too weak to prevent such a disaster from happening. Even if it happens right next to me, I can only watch myself and the people around me fall into the abyss."
If you want to strengthen yourself, joining a secret organization is a good choice, especially when that secret organization follows a righteous god.
As a believer of the "God of Steam and Machinery", Anthony thought about it carefully just now and found that there was no content in the church's scriptures that was hostile to any righteous god, unlike the "Eternal Sun" Church, which always taught believers to hate the "Lord of Storms" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom".
In other words, faith would not prevent Anthony from joining such a secret organization.
Without waiting for Lumian and Franca to respond, Anthony laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I originally wanted to go back to the west coast of the Sea to live a rural life, but now I am worried that there is no way to truly escape the disaster. Just like the people in the market area, who is willing to suffer from changes again and again and wander on the edge of life and death? However, their will and their wishes have no effect.
"From my personal experience, disasters are becoming more frequent."
Lumian laughed at his companion: "You have become more talkative now that your mental illness has been cured."
He immediately said, "After you have determined which Major Arcana card you belong to and have been assigned a task, we can discuss the rest of the matter."
Janna pursed her lips and said with a gloomy expression: "I actually quite like living in the market area..."
Now it looks like we need to move away.
Lumian laughed. "This is actually a protection for the market area. Hunters and witches always bring disaster."
Always brings disaster, even if nothing is done? Janna's eyes narrowed and she fell into deep thought.
"Get lost! You're obviously the only one like this!" Franca cursed angrily and amusedly.
In recent months, most of the disasters in the market area have occurred around the Shire. What does it have to do with me and Janna
Doesn't that prove that "007" is right
After explaining other things, Lumian and Franca walked out of No. 3 White Coat Street in the morning sunshine. One of their destinations was the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine on Scheer Street in the Boulevard District, and the other was going to the town of Chaillot.
Instead of taking the public carriage as usual, Lumien chose a four-wheeled two-seater hackney carriage.
Outside the car window, street vendors were selling sour wine, meat patties, freshwater fish, onion bread, hot sauce, bean paste and other items. Passers-by either stopped to buy or hurried by. Some were dressed as clerks, while others wore workers' uniforms of different colors.
After last night's riots and apocalyptic rainstorms, the place was bustling and noisy again.
For Lumian, this was no different from the previous market area, except that he became a wanted criminal again, as Charles Dubois, a member of the "Iron Cross" and leader of the Savoyard Party.
The Breeze Dance Hall and other businesses were undoubtedly taken over by the Police Headquarters. The power of the Iron Cross in the market area
Almost uprooted.
Lumian regretted this because it meant he lost his stable source of money.
Of course, after taking Ludwig in last night and informing Ms. Magician about the information, he took advantage of the chaos and went back to Breeze Ballroom to take out 30,000 Fel Gold from the safe. He now had a total of 75,000 Fel Gold and 1,000 worth of gold on him.
Looking at the people coming and going and listening to the vendors' calls, Lumian's thoughts gradually drifted away.
After "reporting" what happened last night to Mr. K and obtaining the consent of the "Aurora Society" envoy, he will leave Trier and go to the Kingdom of Feynaport.
Before the official trip, he still has three things to do:
One is to find Lugano Toscano, who is unemployed again, and ask him if he is willing to follow him to Santa Port in Feynetport. This Beyonder who has become a Sequence 8 "Physician" often went to Feynetport for adventures before, and can speak fluent Plateau language. Lumian only knows Intis and Ancient Feysac, and if he goes to the destination rashly, he will fall into the dilemma of relying entirely on body language to communicate.
The second is to wait for Jana and Anthony's major arcana cards to assign them tasks, to see if they can act together and help each other;
The third is to use the messenger-related spiritual creature information that came with the "Harvester" potion formula given by the "Magician" lady, and try to have a messenger. This way, it will be more convenient to contact Franka and the others later. In addition, he also has to hold a ceremony to increase one or two contract abilities.
At the bottom of the off-white luxurious house at 19 Scheer Street in the Boulevard District.
Lumian met Mr. K again in the basement.
The angel, whose face was obscured by the shadow of his hood, sat in a red armchair and looked at Lumian with deep eyes.
"I entered Trier in the Fourth Epoch last night." Lumian went straight to the point, trying to draw Mr. K's attention to this matter.
Mr. K's hooded head nodded: "I know. Tell me the whole story."
You know? Lumian was stunned and started talking about how he captured Bouvard Pompero during his revenge, and then he talked about how he and Franka defeated Gardner in the mirror and used that special mirror world to escape from Trier in the Fourth Epoch.
Throughout the whole incident, he only talked about his own experience, and did not talk about Janna's and the others' experiences or his own speculations based on them. For example, he did not mention the lucky coin or Janna's prayer to Mr. Fool, but only said that he had inexplicably entered the world in the painting.
Likewise, he didn't mention many details.
Mr. K listened attentively without interrupting Lumian's statement.
When Lumian said that the market branch of the Iron Cross had been cleared, his identity had been exposed, and he could no longer hide. He wanted to leave Trier for a while and go to Feynaport to track down his enemies, Mr. K stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "No problem."
"You can always ask for my help."
After saying this, without waiting for Lumian's response, the messenger of the Aurora Society turned around, knelt down suddenly, and crawled on the ground.
Mr. K's face was pressed against the floor tiles, and he was muttering to himself, not knowing what he was doing.
Lumian waited quietly without interrupting Mr. K. He only felt the shadows around him grow darker, as if there were eyes staring at him from within, causing his hair to stand on end and a chill down his spine.
However, he was not nervous. He thought it was normal for people from the Aurora Society to suddenly go crazy and do weird things.
I don’t know how long it took, but in the indescribable stagnation, Mr. K started coughing violently, and there seemed to be some blood splattering on the ground.
He immediately raised his head and said in a hoarse voice that hinted at madness: "Merciful Father, please forgive the sins I have committed."
After saying it three times in a row, Mr. K put his face back to the ground and made sounds that sounded like chewing and swallowing.
After doing all this, he stood up and tapped his chest four times in the order of up, down, left and right.
"What happened and why do you want to confess?" Lumian asked curiously.
Mr. K said in a hoarse voice: "During last night's disaster, our Aurora Society failed to respond in time and failed to cooperate with you to destroy the ceremony. This is my dereliction of duty."
"This is not your responsibility." Lumian responded with a slight twitch of his lips.
This was mainly because of the actions taken by the "Tarot Club" that led to the advancement of the "Hostel" plan. It was already good enough that the "Aurora Club" was able to quickly figure out what had happened. There was no need to repent for it and take the blame on themselves.
Mr. K shook his head: "No matter what the reason is, if you don't do it well, you are guilty."
Do you have to be so responsible? You are just a secret organization, not fanatical believers of the "Eternal Sun"... Lumian muttered silently.
As if sensing his thoughts, Mr. K opened his arms and said with great enthusiasm: "Because we, the Aurora Society, were born to bear all sins."
I think you are too extreme... Lumian managed to control his expression with great difficulty.