Olsen didn't care. Lumian suddenly tensed up and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "According to convention, as a supervisor, I must talk to you in private."
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Olsen placed the small brown suitcase next to his left leg and said, "If you find that your superior, Gardner Martin, has any problems or abnormalities, report to me immediately."
"This is what I should do. Only when the boss has problems can the position be vacated."
Lumian grumbled with a hint of sarcasm, then said, "How can I contact you?"
Olsen looked Lumian in the eye and said, "Leave the message in the basement of 13 Market Avenue."
No. 13 Market Avenue, the Iron Cross is indeed related to the burned building.
Olsen might have been there. The Trier in the Quaternary should be a deeply polluted type. He has a way to take advantage of the anomaly at No. 13 Market Avenue.
Lumian thought back to last night's experience and felt that Supervisor Olson was more mysterious than Chief Gardner Martin.
He suspected that the person who was secretly monitoring his every move inside 13 Market Avenue was Olson. Gardner Martin was obviously unwilling to enter there unless it was necessary.
In conjunction with No. 13 Market Avenue, which burned down more than a decade ago, Mr. K said the Iron Cross had become alienated from other organizations that believed in that faith in recent years.
The magician lady mentioned that the current vigil ceremony was not the test that the Iron Cross had usually used in the past.
Lumian had a vague, yet incomplete, chain of events in his mind.
He believed that the burning of No. 13 Market Avenue was not done by the Iron Cross, but later, they mastered the secrets there and also suffered corresponding contamination.
As a result, the mutation occurred. Of course, it could also be the other way around, or some members of the Iron Cross might have suffered corresponding contamination in other places and then became aware of the anomaly at No. 13 Market Avenue.
"Okay." Lumian nodded and agreed.
As his thoughts raced, he looked at Supervisor Olsen and asked in confusion, without disguising himself, "Is the trader I saw in the Albert Mine really you? Can your head be separated from your body and survive on its own? Or was that an illusion you created?"
Olsen laughed hoarsely and said, "That's right. As a supervisor, I have three things to tell you. First, what you see may not be true. Second, we will all eventually enter Trier in the Fourth Epoch. This is our destiny. Third, don't trust others' words easily."
Don't trust others' words easily. That's interesting. Should I believe you? What I saw in the Albert Mine was actually real. Haha, I don't mind you talking about fate in front of me. Can you tolerate it, Thermopylae
Lumian forced himself to control himself, not to raise his right palm, but to press it to the left. He saw Olsen pick up the small brown suitcase again, as if he was going to leave.
Lumian asked curiously, "What's in it? Why do you keep carrying it?"
Olsen smiled and said, "If I were you, I'd better pray that I never know the answer."
After saying this, the supervisor opened the door of the moving carriage, jumped into the darkness outside, and disappeared in an instant.
He didn't use his abilities deliberately to deceive Lumian's inspiration and be mysterious like he did when he came, Lumian muttered softly.
After returning to the market area in a carriage, he did not rush to the Golden Rooster Inn or the safe house on White Coat Street to summon the Magician's messenger to report his official joining of the Iron Cross, but went straight to the Breeze Ballroom.
He was worried that the sinister guys in the Iron Cross were still taking advantage of the period when he was most likely to let his guard down and continue his secret, final surveillance.
Although they could not find the magician's messenger, returning to room 207 or the safe house at this time was not in Lumian's style and would easily arouse suspicion.
Sitting at the bar, Lumian ordered a glass of Linsha red wine and sipped it while enjoying the singing and dancing on the stage.
Jana is taking a break tonight, and the performers are two other flamboyant women and a male underground singer known for his songs, which are extremely dynamic.
In the hilly area, outside the Deep Valley Monastery, Janna, wearing a silver-white half-face mask, looked at Franca, who was dressed as an assassin, with a little worry and said, "What are we going to do tonight? You don't want to sneak into the monastery to investigate, do you?"
"Of course not." Franca denied.
"Deep Valley Monastery is a well-known monastery of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Not only does it have powerful Beyonders, but it also hides mysterious artifacts made by those artisan monks. With our abilities, we can only deliver food to you when we go in. No, we can deliver goods to your door."
Speaking of this, Franka couldn't help but flash through a bunch of waste in her mind.
He heard that although the monks here did not marry or have children and focused on studying steam and machinery, it did not mean that they did not have any interest in women or men.
The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery does not prohibit this.
According to rumors, some of the monks would look for street prostitutes to relax and unwind every once in a while, while others would look for colleagues or men who sell their bodies.
There is still a large part of people whose fetishes are mechanical, or they are really practicing hard and can control themselves.
Of course, when it comes to similar sex scandals, the people of Trier always like to exaggerate the facts or add their own ideas, which are very different from the actual situation.
Franka didn't believe it completely, but she couldn't completely disbelieve it either.
She felt that there must be some monks who had those problems, but they were not the mainstream. However, even if they were not the mainstream, it would be very dangerous for a wild Beyonder to sneak into a monastery.
Either you will be killed by the machine by mistake, or be caught as a test subject, or become a plaything of those few monks. There is only a very small chance of success.
In short, regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, if you have not reached Sequence 4 or are not confident enough, don't even think about sneaking into the Deep Valley Monastery.
Franca smiled from under her hood and explained in a good mood, "We looked around everywhere today and didn't find any clues, but there is one place we haven't investigated yet."
Jana thought for a moment and said, "That deep valley quarry?"
"Yes." Franka smiled and said, "We will sneak in there tonight and conduct a search."
In fact, she didn't think that the two of them would gain anything. After all, the official extraordinary people had already completed the investigation. She just wanted to take Janna with her so that she could get familiar with similar things and go through the process for Janna to know how to handle things.
"Yeah." Janna nodded slightly.
Franka took the opportunity to teach: "Before we officially infiltrate, we still have some preliminary work to do."
"For an assassin, it is to familiarize yourself with the environment, collect information, check the location and route, and for a witch, you have to do a divination beforehand."
As Franca spoke, she took out a palm-sized mirror that she always carried with her.
Jannah focused instantly.
She had long been curious about the abilities of the witch mirror.
Before, after she assassinated Hugues Artois and fled to the Golden Rooster Inn, Franca heard that she had left blood at the scene, and quickly used the mirror substitute to help her cut off the mystical connection between her real body and the blood.
Franka looked around and said under the cover of the night shadows: "When you become a witch, you will naturally master the magic mirror divination method and the magic wand divination method. As for other divination methods, you need to learn them, but they are all very simple for witches."
"When doing magic mirror divination, the most important thing is to choose the right person to pray to, because the essence of magic mirror divination is to use the mystical symbolism of the mirror to connect with the unknown existence and get the answer to the question from the other party."
"If the unknown being has malicious intent or is in a state of madness, then whether it directly influences you or gives you a divination result that contains a trap, you will be in danger."
"When the time comes, I will give you a few safer objects to pray to. These are all verified. Among them, the one with the most accurate divination results will require you to pay a corresponding price. Unless the matter is particularly critical and the situation is particularly serious, I generally will not pray to him."
"What's the price?" Janna's curiosity was aroused.
Franka cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "It may lead to your social death. The price may not be that serious, but it will definitely make you embarrassed."
She remembered the first time she prayed to that person and did the magic mirror divination, the question she was asked in front of the judge was: When you comfort yourself, do you occasionally fantasize about certain men and want to give it a try
That question almost made her smash the mirror that served as a medium. At that time, she had just become a witch not long ago, and her self-perception was still a complete man, but her body had become that of a woman. She was a person who loved novelty and experimenting, so it was inevitable that she would fantasize occasionally.
I always felt guilty and ashamed, but in the end, I was exposed in front of a demigod and had to answer honestly.
To this day, when Franca thinks back to that scene, she still has the urge to bury her head in the sand, not listening to anything, not seeing anything.
What is social death? Franka felt that she really tried to find Gardner Martin later, which was obviously affected by this incident, which caused cracks in her mental defenses and made her a little self-destructive.
Social death, you are ashamed, you seem to have a deep understanding of it.
Janna was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in Franca's words.
She muttered a few words in her heart and didn't ask any further questions.
Franka briefly explained the steps of magic mirror divination, and finally gave a demonstration. She stroked the surface of the mirror with her hand and recited a certain existence that had been verified and safe.
When the mirror began to reflect the light of water, she asked sternly, "Is it dangerous to explore Trier's Deep Valley Quarry tonight?"
Because it is divination by asking questions, the requirements for divination sentences are not strict.
As Janna looked at him with curiosity and expectation, an old voice that seemed to come from the bottom of the river came from the mirror: "There is a certain danger."