Franka finished the magic mirror divination, looked at Janna's answer, and interpreted it: "Janna, normally speaking, that sentence is dangerous, but it is within our tolerance range. If we are careful, there should be no problem."
Janna said with a little surprise: "I thought the divination result would be very clear, but I didn't expect that such a short sentence would correspond to such a long list of interpretations. This is very clear."
Franka smiled and emphasized: "If you go to the divination club in the Memorial Hall area and find those amateur players, they will be more thoughtful and make interpretations that are beneficial to you after getting the results. Uh, have you never asked someone to do divination before?"
Janna nodded calmly. It costs a lot of money to do a divination.
Franka's eyes turned slightly, as if she was thinking, and she said, "You can subscribe to one of the magazines such as Psychic, Lotus, Mystery, and Hidden Veil. Although they all have some problems and errors in specific applications, they still explain a lot of basic knowledge about mysticism quite well."
"Oh, yes. Ciel often buys these magazines. You can go, uh, I'll borrow them for you."
"Okay." Janna had only heard of those occult magazines before but had never bought any.
After obtaining a fairly good divination result, the two people, who had inspected the route and environment during the day, soon arrived at the valley under the cover of night.
At the entrance of the quarry, the forty-something caretaker was huddled in a small hut formed naturally by the rocks, with his back against the mountain wall, covered with a dirty, old and thin felt cloth, his head tilted, sleeping soundly.
A slender, smooth hand suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow on his side and covered his mouth with a white handkerchief.
The gatekeeper didn't struggle. In just a few seconds, he went from sleeping to coma. Franka, wearing a black hood, walked out of the shadows and sighed: "The drug used by the Bliss Society is really effective. It saved me a lot of trouble."
For this operation, she specifically went to Lumian and borrowed the bottle of drugs from Rentas.
"Wouldn't it be better to just knock him out?" Janna expressed her incomprehension.
"It's not impossible." Franka explained casually, "But it will leave traces, and we won't be able to disguise him as being asleep. There are many bounty hunters and private detectives involved in this mission. We are not the only ones eyeing this quarry. If there is a better way, it is better to be careful when handling the details than to leave hidden dangers."
Having lived in the botanical garden and market area for many years, Janna probably understood what Franca meant. She thought about it and asked, "Are you worried that it's late at night and those bounty hunters and private detectives will find us and rush into the quarry first, and then have bad thoughts?"
Franka nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, many bounty hunters and private detectives can seamlessly switch jobs to high-handed robbers, robbers, and murderers depending on the time, environment, and surrounding situation."
"They all take risks to make money, not to uphold justice. Since there are no clues for this mission, and the current environment is suitable, robbing colleagues and killing them is in line with their network of operations. Anyway, there is no one else here. Of course, with our strength, we don't have to be afraid of those bounty hunters and private detectives, but what if we make similar mistakes in other things or more dangerous situations? So, we have to develop a habit from the beginning."
What Franka didn't say is that as a woman, she is likely to suffer more.
Janna nodded slowly, agreeing with this reason. She had seen criminals who killed an elderly person living alone for 5 Felgin.
Franca smiled and said teasingly, "You want me to knock him out directly, are you trying to get back at him for asking you this morning whether you want to take the business?"
"Fuck, am I such a stingy person?" Janna couldn't help but swear.
Whether it was the years when she helped her mother with chores, or the time when she worked as an underground singer in the market area, she was asked so many times whether she wanted to take on business as a street girl that she became numb. She would feel a little angry, but not much.
To prove her magnanimity, Jana exhaled, “When you use that kind of drug on others, it reminds me of my own experience.”
She had also been drugged and nearly became a missing victim, but luckily she met Lumian.
Franka hummed: "I understand your feelings, but since you have embarked on the path of God and intend to become stronger, you will inevitably have to use various means to deal with the enemy. You can't give up on better choices just because you feel a little repulsive in your heart."
Janna knew that what Franca said made sense, but she couldn't help but ask, "Can't a Beyonder live an ordinary and quiet life without getting involved in various disputes and battles, while protecting his family and friends?"
"In the past, it might have been possible, but now it is getting harder and harder, until there is no possibility at all." Franca sighed.
Jana was silent for a moment and said, "In the future, in the distant future, will it be possible to realize it?"
Franka glanced at the sleeping gatekeeper and said, "That great man told me that a similar life would have to wait until the end of the Fifth Epoch and the beginning of the Sixth Epoch. If there is a Sixth Epoch, we have to endure it."
Jana pondered this absentmindedly, and suddenly, she laughed at herself and said, "Actually, I also know that kind of life, but it's just a fantasy. It's impossible to achieve, at least, for me, it's impossible to achieve. After having extraordinary abilities and completing an assassination, and then encountering unfair things, and seeing my family and friends become unfortunate, I will definitely want to use my extraordinary abilities to do something to solve the problems that the law and the police can't solve."
"That's right." Franka nodded slightly.
She was able to digest the Assassin and Instigator potion not by dressing like this, nor by simply helping her friends in an instigative way.
The two did not talk any more. Franca bent down and took the brass key from the gatekeeper. Why were there so many keys to just one door? To his family? Franca muttered as she left the hut.
He walked to the entrance of Deep Valley Quarry and tried the keys one by one.
After trying it all, she said to herself in surprise and doubt that none of them were right.
None of them were right? Janna had never expected such a possibility. There was no key that could open the entrance to the Deep Valley Quarry, so what was the point of looking at the door
Franka half taught, half thought: "Maybe this bunch of keys is Weizi, and the real key is hidden somewhere else."
She then said to Jana, "Search the surrounding area while I check on the gatekeeper."
Janna had no objection. Relying on her dark vision, she started from the cabin and gradually searched the nearby grass and rock peaks.
Franca squatted next to the gatekeeper again and groped his body from top to bottom.
When she reached her crotch, she bent her fingers, flicked them hard, sneered and whispered, "Janna is not stingy, I am stingy."
After completing the search, the two men met at a heavy wooden door and shook their heads at the same time, indicating that they had found nothing.
Franca sighed and said, "There really is something wrong with this quarry. That guy is really a gatekeeper. He is only responsible for guarding the door but has no ability to open it."
"Do you want to go in again?" Janna asked hesitantly, "Let me try again."
Franka stretched out her right hand towards the copper lock embedded in the heavy wooden door. Dense white frost emerged from her palm and poured into the keyhole, filling it up. The white frost continued to accumulate and overlap, and finally turned into solid ice.
Franka used her ability to pull out the ice and obtained a transparent key. Is this possible
Jenna looked at it with surprise and longing.
Noticing her gaze, Franka said with a little pride: "I have a friend, I really have a friend, who is very good at unlocking locks. We have discussed how to use the witch's ability to unlock locks."
After making the ice more solid, Franka reinserted it into the keyhole and twisted it gently.
The heavy wooden door opened with a click. Franka took back the ice key and let it melt, eliminating all traces.
Before entering the Deep Valley Quarry, the witch hung the brass key back on the gatekeeper's waist and adjusted his posture so that he looked more like he was sleeping.
After doing all this, Franka took out a purse full of coins and took out a thick iron ring covered with tiny spikes.
"Fuck, this is the ring of punishment I mentioned before. You get to wear it today! I've already told you how to use it and what the taboos are. The only thing you need to remember is that you can't use it more than three times within an hour, and after the operation is over, take it off immediately and put it back in this coin bag."
"Okay." Janna stretched out her left hand and allowed Franca to put the iron ring on her middle finger through skin contact.
Franca was inexplicably happy. She pulled up her hood, pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the deep valley quarry. After Janna followed in, she closed the wooden door with her backhand and kept it locked.
In this way, it is almost impossible to detect from the outside that someone has entered such a quarry.
Franka and Janna were both assassins with dark vision. Although they didn't bring carbide lamps, they could still easily see the scene behind the door: it was a very dilapidated tunnel with a lot of moss growing around it. The stone wall above had criss-crossing cracks, and it seemed that a piece would fall off at any time.
Not far along the tunnel, there is a cavity that is essentially no different from those underground.
Janna and Franca searched carefully for nearly thirty minutes, going through the entire collapsed area, which was not very large to begin with, but did not find any details that were worthy of suspicion.
"I now feel that there is a big problem here." Franka whispered after returning to a position near the tunnel.
The less abnormal there was, the more bizarre it seemed that the gatekeeper didn't have a key to the door.
Jana thought for a moment and said, "Maybe they're just afraid that someone will break in here and the mine will collapse, so they just take away the key. The gatekeeper's job is to stop them, not to open the door."
Franka was about to say something when she suddenly heard a click. It was the sound of the gate of the Deep Valley Quarry being opened. Franka and Janna looked at each other and immediately hid in a hiding place not far from the tunnel exit.
The gate of the quarry slowly opened, and the blue light of calcium carbide shone in, dispelling the darkness in the tunnel.
Franca and Janna looked over secretly and saw a man in a gray robe. Around his waist, he had a white apron, which was often worn by ancient stonemasons. His hood was hanging behind his neck and was not worn.
This is the standard attire of the ascetics or monks of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
The monk was holding a glowing calcium carbide lamp. He had short dark hair and his left eye was inlaid with a large number of iron-gray gears, screws, and springs, which together supported an emerald green crystal artificial eye.