Lumian glanced at the broken mirror in Franca's hand, and said with relief and confusion: "But I didn't feel like I was attacked." He could still perform the "Dance of Recruiting" for another five or six seconds until Franca grabbed his wrist and stopped early.
Franka cleared her throat and said like a teacher: "Some mystical methods will not let you know at all. When you feel yourself being attacked, that is the moment of your death."
Could it be that during the one or two seconds between stopping the "Dance of Recruiting" and actually drilling into the mirror, the monster secretly influenced him? Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "Well, there was no sign of bleeding in that space, and I don't know how to stop it." As he spoke, he looked at Franka's face and found that her skin was smooth without any scars, and it was impossible to tell that there were multiple places where blood had just seeped out.
Franka raised her hand and touched her face, and said carefully: "It is indeed very strange." But we did lose some blood. As a 'witch', I have a mystical perception of the total amount of my blood. In other words, the damage we suffered in that special mirror world was not false, but no wounds were left.
"Shit, I didn't get my carbide lamp out!" She said as she turned around and started searching for something in a pile of rubble on the side of the dim tunnel.
Lumian didn't have time to bring his own calcium carbide lamp, so he could only observe Franka's every move with the help of the little light coming in from a distance.
In less than ten seconds, Franca pulled out a mirror from the rubble. The mirror seemed to be made of pure silver. The pattern on the side was mysterious and a bit evil, and the surface was dark and matte, as if it had been eroded by time.
"Sure enough; there is a corresponding mirror in reality." Franca tried her best to avoid her own figure being reflected by the classical silver mirror, and taught Lumian: "In an unsafe place, or when encountering strange things, don't look in the mirror if you can, otherwise it is likely to be quite terrifying. This kind of mysterious and evil things of unknown origin must never be touched!"
Lumian, who couldn't look in the mirror after not telling Franca that she had used the "Secret Spectacles" as a disguise, nodded and said, "I can understand that the exit is a mirror. What I can't figure out now is how we walked into that space without noticing. We didn't encounter anything along the way..."
"I'm confused too." Franca covered the surface of the classic silver mirror with a handkerchief and other items, then stood up and said, "This thing seems to be closely related to the 'Witch' path. How about giving it to me? I'll find something valuable to compensate you later."
"No problem." Lumian laughed, "You don't have to ask me, I can't beat you." Franka said, "No, the spoils must be distributed reasonably, otherwise there will definitely be conflicts within the team. I used to be taken advantage of by others. If I didn't have a good personality and didn't hold grudges, I would have wanted to retaliate against them a long time ago.
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"Ma'am, I think you are scolding me..." Lumian muttered silently. If someone robbed him of his spoils and took advantage of him for no reason, and he was not as strong as the other person, he would not say anything on the spot, but he would definitely find a way to retaliate afterwards. He would never just let it go.
Putting away the classical silver mirror, Franka pointed to the place where the light was coming through and said, "Let's go over there and take a look. Maybe we can run into the quarry police or other smugglers and ask them for directions." Getting lost in the underground Trier and being unable to get out might be more dangerous than being trapped in that special mirror world just now.
"Yes... Lumian agreed. If not, the ghost of Montsouris would have been cleared by the official Beyonders long ago. The two walked forward along the tunnel with only a little light, each preparing for possible attacks. Before long, they saw a quarry hole. In the middle of the hole stood a figure wearing a felt hat. The light was emitted from the calcium carbide lamp in his hand. "Uh..." Franca made a brief identification and shouted, "Fernandez!"
She found that the figure was the smuggler Fernandez who had been in charge of leading the way; and this seemed to be the quarry cave where they had asked the other party to wait. Fernandez turned around and asked in surprise and joy: How did you get here? "I waited for nearly two quarters of an hour, but I didn't see you. I even went to the place where the footprints disappeared to look for you, but I don't know where you went
"Lumian and Franca looked at each other and nodded. They had indeed stayed in that special mirror world for about two quarters of an hour. Franca walked towards Fernandez and explained casually: "We found some clues and followed them, but ended up back here. We were attacked on the way and lost the calcium carbide lamp.
"What clue?" Fernandez was quite surprised.
Franca smiled; "We'll talk to Christo directly." Smuggler Fernandez knew his identity and did not ask any more questions. He led the two men back along the original route. They climbed the auxiliary shaft and turned into the underground part corresponding to the Honest Man Market area, and came to the exit of the chaotic street.
When the hawkers, the children picking up fruit peels, the homeless people huddled in the corner, and the passers-by all came into Lumian and Franca's eyes at the same time, they truly felt as if they had escaped from that strange space and returned to the real world.
After getting on the carriage sent by the "rat" Christo to wait nearby, Lumian turned his gaze to Franca and asked in a low voice: "What will we talk about later?"
Fernandez knew the driver and sat next to him, not in the carriage.
Franca chuckled and said, "Let's just say we entered an unknown space, found some traces, and then escaped with the help of my mirror magic." The rest of the story has nothing to do with Christo. "After making a good excuse, Lumian didn't speak again, half-closing his eyes, recalling his experiences in that special mirror world.
The carriage quickly turned into the market avenue, and drove all the way to the Suchit steam train station, and turned to the street port to the yard. "Rat" Kristo was waiting in the warehouse nearby; not long after, Lumian and Fran saw the smuggler who looked like a rat.
Christo came up and said with a big smile: "Steam, thank you, Erken and the others are back!"
Elken... Franka's eyes narrowed and she blurted out, "The missing caravan is back." Elken is Christo's younger brother, who is in charge of the smuggling caravan. He also disappeared before. Franka still has his handkerchief for divination. Now he is back. What the hell is going on
Christo smiled and nodded: "Yes, that batch of goods has also returned!" "They came back more than an hour ago."
Wasn't it more than an hour ago that we found the place where the footprints disappeared and entered the special mirror world? Lumian frowned slightly, and doubts arose in his mind. It was because he had experienced more incredible things such as time loops and real dreams that he didn't lose his composure like Franka.
Seeing that Franca and Charles were both surprised and confused, Christo smiled and said, "I'll let Elken tell you himself." He turned around, walked a few steps to the warehouse door, and shouted loudly, "Elken, come out!"
Taking this opportunity, Franca tilted her head slightly, leaned close to Lumian's head, and whispered: "This is very strange."
Lumian raised his lips and said in a low voice: "I suspect that the 'rats' have teamed up to set a trap for us, using the missing cargo to lure us underground and make us step into that dangerous space on our own initiative."
Franca looked him up and down and said with a smile: "Are you too distrustful of others?"
Lumian stated in a straightforward manner: "The basic salary of the dancers makes the Giant and Baron Brinell hate you very much, and I have occupied the Breeze Ballroom that they both want." Only the Mouse has no conflict of interest with us, so he came forward.
"Franca fell into deep thought and seriously considered the possibility of being murdered.
At this time, Lumian smiled: "This is just a guess. It can't explain the footprints and other traces in the mirror world." As soon as he finished speaking, a man who was less than 30 years old walked out of the warehouse. He was also not tall, about 1.6 meters. Except for not having a rat whisker, he was exactly another Christo.
"It's indeed Elken." Franka introduced him to Lumian in a low voice.
Then, she looked at Kristo and Erken who came together and said: "Erken, what happened?" Erken's deep blue eyes revealed a mixture of fear and joy, "We walked into a strange world in a tunnel and couldn't get out. In the afternoon, when we were exploring everywhere, we suddenly walked back to the original route.
It was our entry that gave them the opportunity to leave. Franca had a guess. Lumian looked at Elken without any emotion, as if he was looking at an enemy who might bring disaster to himself. What emerged in his mind was the drops of blood left on the ground in the mirror world. They gradually became dense from sparse, and finally almost dyed the entire area red. Can someone who shed so much blood really come back alive? Franca obviously thought of this, looking at Elken and said: What happened to you there
"Erken couldn't help but tremble a few times: "We started bleeding for no reason, and in the end many people were almost dead. "Steam above, we found the exit in time, and we recovered as soon as we came out. Is that so? Seeing that what Erken said with the triangular holy emblem painted on him could match and explain it, Franka had to put aside her doubts for the time being.
"The mouse next to them, Christo, glanced at them and invited them with a smile: "I need to thank you no matter what." "Would you like to taste the most authentic Savoyard roast chicken?"
"Okay." Lumian replied to Franca. Christo then took out a bunch of keys and threw them to his brother Erken: "Go to my office and take all the spices to the kitchen."
"Okay." Erken took the key, climbed up the iron staircase embedded in the outer wall of the warehouse to the top floor, inserted one of the keys into the door of Christo's office with his left hand, and turned it to open. Franca was stunned for a moment, and said to herself: I remember Erken is used to using his right hand... "Why would he use his left hand to open the door so awkwardly without holding anything else?"
Christo heard what Franca said and nodded in response: "Yes, he is on the right hand."
Some people died, but not completely dead...