Ever since "Loki"'s body lost control and collapsed but he did not die completely, Lumian had been on guard against reports from the core members of the "April Fools' Day" group and possible raids by official Beyonders. After all, "Loki" knew that he was Lumian Lee, that he was the leader of the Savoy Party and in charge of the Breeze Ballroom, and even knew that he had the aura of the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor.
As a result, the official Beyonder only asked the people from the Market District Police Headquarters about the anomaly that night to see if Charles Dubois, the capable gang leader, knew anything.
This convinced Lumian that the "April Fools' Day" group was still targeting him, so much so that they were unwilling to hand over the target to official forces or force it out of the market area and out of their sight.
You know, a secret doll that seals an angel is definitely an item that can make Loki's strength undergo a qualitative change. If he missed Lumian, it would be almost impossible for him to meet a second one.
In addition, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" may also want to use Thermiporos to do something.
The core members of the "April Fools' Day" group were very frank and undisguised in their attitude towards this matter, with strong sarcasm and malice. They believed that Lumian could see it and thought that he would be angered, so they chose to wait in the market area.
As for when to take action, the initiative is in their hands, and they will definitely not attack blindly when Lumian has helpers.
Jenna could hear the anger and hostility hidden under Lumian's cold expression and calm words. She stopped trying to persuade him and just muttered:
"I hope these bad guys get the ending that matches them."
Lumian had just experienced such a violent emotional fluctuation that the minor problems left over from his previous state of being on the verge of losing control became apparent again.
He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and pinched his temples on both sides to relieve the pain in his head.
"What's wrong?" Janna asked with concern.
Lumian answered briefly:
"The mental trauma from the battle with Loki will take a week or two to fully recover."
Janna's eyes moved slightly, and she tried to ask:
"Do you need me to massage your head? Franka taught me, and I learned it pretty well.
"Don't be embarrassed, we are friends after all!
She added a little more levity to the last part of her sentence, trying to distract Lumian from his emotional state with a teasing tone.
Lumian sneered:
"Why do you keep saying, 'Franka said, Franka taught me'?"
"Don't you often..." Janna suddenly closed her mouth.
What she originally wanted to say was, "Hasn't my sister often told you that? My sister taught you that."
Lumian was silent for a moment.
The same is true for Jenna.
After a few seconds, seeing that Lumian did not refuse, Janna left the armrest of the chair, came behind him, and reached out to knead his temples and both sides of his head.
Lumian's body stiffened.
"You've really never had any intimate contact with a girl, have you?" Janna teased subconsciously.
Lumian chuckled:
"As a hunter, if anyone dares to get close to my head, I will instinctively give him a back throw or give him a huge fireball. I had a hard time not to burn you to a crisp just now."
Janna increased her kneading strength, feeling both angry and amused:
"Did the Provocateur potion completely change your language system and way of speaking?"
“Oh, such elegant words?” Lumian responded bluntly.
As the two mocked each other, Lumian's body gradually relaxed. After a few minutes, he leaned back against the sofa and half closed his eyes.
While enjoying Jenna's massage and the relief from his headache, he naturally talked about the "pranks" of the core members of the "April Fools' Day" such as "Rocky" and "I have a friend". Jenna was filled with anger when she heard this, and she subconsciously increased her intensity.
“Gently, gently.” Lumian’s facial muscles twisted.
The "assassin" is very strong.
Janna softened her movements indignantly:
I have never seen such bastards and such bad people in so many drama scripts, they deserve all the torture!
"Ten, why am I not a 'witch' yet?"
Lumian closed his eyes and asked:
"How is your 'Instigator' potion digested? Have you figured out the rules of role-playing?"
Janna's attention was diverted, and she recalled while kneading:
"There are two at the moment. One is 'incitement is a means, not an end', and the other is 'the core of incitement is the insight into the nature of things and the status of the relevant personnel, rather than the ability to use them'. In addition, I have also realized one thing, incitement will inevitably bring disaster, it just depends on who you want to bear the disaster."
“Good progress,” Lumian praised, a rare compliment.
Janna, who was standing behind him, raised her chin unconsciously and said modestly:
I look for opportunities to act every day, and there are many conflicts between actors like Lao Gelong and apprentices. It is because I have to think clearly before each instigation who I want to benefit, who will learn a lesson or suffer losses, that I understand that instigation is just a means. "
Lumian calmed down a lot, letting his thoughts flow, and asked casually:
"Where do you think I can find an opportunity to play the role of 'arsonist'?"
Jane did not stop her hands and said thoughtfully:
"Trier is a place with basic order. You can only act in small things, but you can't do a big one...
"There should be opportunities for acting in the process of hunting down those bad guys. When I heard you say that just now, I wanted to kill them!"
Lumian suddenly had some ideas, but they were not clear enough.
Just then, footsteps came from the stairs and became clearer and clearer.
Janna released her hands from squeezing Lumian's head, walked towards the door, and said with a smile:
"Franka is back.
The nights in many neighborhoods of Trier are not quiet enough, but this does not prevent the citizens living there from falling into a deep sleep.
Some people dreamed that after their children ate the blood-stained bread, their condition gradually improved and they became healthier and healthier.
Suddenly, a big golden retriever carrying a small backpack appeared in his dream.
The big golden retriever squatted on the edge of the dream, guiding the hazy scene to present certain images deep in the subconscious.
That was the excitement of squeezing out of the crowd, holding the bread, and running towards the body of the executed prisoner; that was the hesitation after believing that human blood bread could cure diseases; that was the joy and doubt when hearing about this matter for the first time...
The big golden retriever saw the figure who told the rumor to the owner of the dream, that is, the neighbor who lived in the next door house.
In this way, the golden dog traveled through one dream after another, stimulating the corresponding subconscious mind to find the source of the rumor of human blood bread.
After hundreds of dreams, the big golden retriever discovered that there were obvious contradictions between two of the dreams.
One belongs to the father, who believes that he got the secret of human blood bread from a wizard who happened to pass by, which helped his daughter overcome the disease. The other belongs to his child, who suddenly fell ill and then suddenly got better in a dream. The effect of human blood bread was as good as a real magic potion.
The golden retriever guided the father and made him appear in his dream as a passing wizard.
It's ordinary, nothing special.
The images in the dream flashed rapidly, and the memories of the wizard's image kept tracing back.
When the two met, it was revealed, and the big golden-haired dog saw that the wizard had a face that was completely different from the one "just now"!
Then, the face changed rapidly and froze in the normal impression of the dream owner.
Golden Retriever has his own interpretation of this:
The wizard's "hypnosis" can only be completed face to face, so the dream owner will not be disturbed when he sees him for the first time, leaving the most real appearance, and then he will be affected by hypnosis and the memory image will change.
There was no need to repeat the process of awakening the subconscious through dreams. The original appearance of the wizard naturally emerged in the golden retriever's mind:
Brown short hair parted in the middle, flaxen eyes with a smile, a thin face with many freckles, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose... ..
The golden retriever came out of the dream and looked at the "magician" lady who suddenly appeared beside him. He actually made a human voice:
“There are results.
The "magician" lady in a women's shirt and brown long skirt sighed and said eagerly:
“Give me the information and I’ll check it.
The big golden retriever didn't say anything, but his eyes suddenly became deep.
After a few seconds, the "magician" took a few steps forward, and bits of starlight appeared around her.
It was like the reflection of the vast starry sky on the ground.
The bright and miniature stars spun rapidly, giving a revelation.
After the interpretation, the "magician" lady directly opened the illusory door hidden in the darkness and disappeared on the spot.
In just a dozen seconds, she reappeared and said to the golden retriever:
"The street the horoscope pointed to had no destination."
"Misled?" the big golden retriever asked again in a female voice.
The Magician nodded and raised her lips.
“But it also proves that what you see is the goal.
As soon as she finished speaking, the figure of Ms. Justice, wearing a long dress with a white background and green edges, quickly emerged.
"Where did you go just now?" asked the "magician" puzzledly.
Ms. Justice replied in a soft voice:
"To plant a little hint for those who want to pursue the dream of blood bread, tell them that this weekend, the fool
The pharmaceutical company will hold a free clinic in the Memorial Hall area, providing free diagnosis and treatment and medicines.”
"When did you plan to provide free medical consultation?" the "magician" asked subconsciously.
Ms. Justice smiled slightly:
tomorrow.
“I’ll sponsor it.”
Six o'clock in the morning, Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207.
Lumian woke up naturally from his dream and started to wash up.
He hadn't decided what to eat this morning when he saw the "doll" messenger appear and drop off a letter.
Lumian unfolded the letter with a little confusion and saw a portrait.
Next to the portrait is the handwriting of the "magician":
"It should be like 'I have a friend' and we will mobilize all licensees in Trier to find him, including you.