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After listening to Lumian's words, Franke blurted out: "Fuck! Has something to do with those people again?"
"What on earth is Hugues-Artois trying to do?"
"I don't understand what's the point of creating such a chemical plant explosion...Maybe it's just a coincidence. Bono Goodwell and Hugh Artois have a very good relationship. It's normal to visit at the chemical plant. It just happened that the chemical plant happened today. It exploded..." Lumian said thoughtfully.
You can't take every coincidence in life lightly, but you can't treat every coincidence as a problem either.
Franka nodded slightly and said, "Indeed."
"But I must remind you that the chemical plant explosion is not meaningless, it may have caused a lot of death, and this is very important for many evil rituals, and the living person is always the third best sacrifice."
"Can this also be a ceremony?" Lumian was quite stunned.
Franka corrected: "As part of the ritual, killing the sacrifice with a knife and killing the sacrifice with a chemical plant explosion, there is no essential difference in terms of the gods the ritual leader wants to pray to. Your understanding of ritual magic is still It's too one-sided, of course, some rituals may require similar explosions to be effective."
This is like in "The Art of Substitution", let the "substitute" live long enough as the replaced person before the ceremony? Lumian probably understood.
Franka then sighed: "This is just my guess, it doesn't mean it's true, maybe the coincidence you mentioned is the correct answer, but no matter what, we have to remind the official Extraordinary, pay attention to the traces of the ceremony, Focus on the role of the congressman's office in this disaster.
"Damn it, if that's not a congressman, I'll catch him tonight, hang him from the ceiling, whip him, and force him to ask him what he wants to do and what relationship he has with those evil **** believers.
"Hey, in the explosion just now, I don't know how many people lost their parents, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters or children, and I don't know how many people are praying, worrying and suffering for the injured relatives."
"For example, Jenna." Lumian said smoothly.
Franka was stunned for a second: "What did you say?"
"Jenna's mother works at the Goodwell Chemical Plant, don't you know?" Lumian asked back.
Franka was taken aback for a moment, and then asked with concern: "How is her mother doing now?"
Lumian briefly talked about how he accompanied Jenna to the Rue Saint-Geres to find Elodie, and rescued Elodie from the brink of death with the remaining healing potion.
Franca breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with great pain: "Why am I not here! Why am I not here!"
The corner of Lumian's mouth twitched, and he said calmly: "You still have a chance now, Jenna is worrying about the follow-up treatment costs."
"I'll go to Holy Palace Hospital right away!" Franka's eyes lit up, and she was about to rush out of the apartment.
Lumian quickly stopped her: "Don't forget to bring the healing potion of the Stinger Gang, I'm worried that the situation will recur."
Like Mr. Rule.
Without waiting for Franka to respond, he added: "Also, help Jenna bring the dress she wore this morning.
"Hmm... I want to borrow 4000 Felkin from you, and use half of the 'Harvest Festival' as collateral. I have already collected all the auxiliary materials for the 'Arsonist' potion."
"So fast?" Franka looked shocked, "I haven't even started looking for you yet!"
Lumian smiled and said: "I met the boss at the door of the councilman's office last night, and I confessed to him that I was about to be promoted, and I had paid a sum of money in advance, and asked him to help me pay attention to the auxiliary materials of the 'Arsonist' potion .”
The more Franka listened, the more complicated her expression became: "Your heart is more serious than I imagined... Confessing to Gardner on this matter is indeed the best way to deal with it.
"However, can't you consider me? Do you know, I also want to help you collect the auxiliary materials for the 'arsonist potion' through Gardner. He is the sequence 6 'Conspirator' or Sequencer of the 'Hunter' pathway 5. There is a group of 'hunters' around me, so there will be no lack of similar things. Fortunately, fortunately, I haven't looked for him in the past two days, otherwise he will definitely suspect that I have an affair with you."
Lumian had always thought that Franke would search for materials through the Curly-haired Baboon Research Association, but she did not expect that she would go to Gardner Martin for help based on the principle of proximity and convenience, which almost caused the private relationship between the two to be exposed.
Franka returned to the room, took out a banknote worth 4,000 Filkin from somewhere, handed it to Lumian, and solemnly told him: "After you get the main ingredients, don't rush to prepare the potion, you must ensure your condition It can withstand the impact of promotion, otherwise it is better to postpone it for a while, the main material is much more convenient to store than potion."
"I know very well." Lumian replied calmly.
He thought for a while and said, "You'd better contact the authorities first and then go to Jenna. The explosion happened not long ago, and there may still be some clues left."
"Yes." Franka agreed.
Before Lumian was about to leave, he asked curiously: "A living person is the third best sacrifice, so what is the difference between the second best and the first?"
"The second best is a creature with extraordinary characteristics, and the first is..." Speaking of this, Franka smiled, demigods. "
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Nuoer District, the sixth floor of the Holy Palace Hospital.
When Jenna returned to the ward from the bathroom, she saw her brother Julian helping her mother, Elodie, tuck the corner of the quilt inside.
Elodie was still in a coma, but her complexion improved a bit.
Jian Na's heart warmed up, and she asked, "Did the doctor tell you?"
"Well, I just said that." Julian nodded heavily.
Jian Na pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry, my friends have already agreed to lend me the money, which can be repaid in three years, with only a very low interest payment. I will save a little bit of income as an underground singer and you as a worker." , should be enough, and it will not affect our respective apprenticeships."
Julian was silent for a few seconds and said, "That Charles?"
"Yes, he's one of them, but there are others, um, 'Red Boots' Franka I mentioned last night."
Jenna felt that she had to explain this matter clearly, otherwise she was worried that her brother would go to extremes.
She remembered that the year before last, Julian wanted to secretly sell himself to Balam Pass Import and Export Company behind his mother's back, to be a desperate mercenary, in order to repay all the debts, and send his sister to the theater as an apprentice, luckily Unfortunately, he was later blocked.
Just as Julian was about to say something, he saw a tall and slender girl appearing at the door of the ward.
She is wearing a lady's shirt, light-colored breeches, a black-and-white checkered tweed jacket, and red boots. Her flaxen-colored long hair is simply tied into a ponytail, her eyebrows fly into her temples, her eyes are bright and energetic, and she has an indelible look The charm of open eyes.
Jenna greeted her happily: "Franka."
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Whitecoat Street, inside the safe house.
Having bought the Sacred Star Lily, Lumian, who was distilling the pure dew, sat down and waited for Ms. "Magician" to reply.
The blood of the fire salamander, magma pyroxene powder, and red crown impatiens powder were lined up on the desk in front of him.
When the preparation of the Holy Star Lily Hydrosol was about to be completed, the forearm-high "doll" wearing a pale gold dress with exquisite but slightly weird features appeared on the windowsill.
It put down a metal biscuit box, sniffed and said, "Next time I'm called to use this pure dew."
"Okay." The other party's request was too weird, and Lumian couldn't react for a while, so he could only answer instinctively.
Soon, the "doll" messenger disappeared before his eyes. Lumian opened the lid of the bright silver biscuit box and saw the small crimson "heart" that was silently burning.
Without hesitation, he took the prepared beer mug and poured the Extraordinary characteristics of "Arsonist" into it.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian poured a little more than 50 milliliters of fire salamander blood into the cup.
The sound of sizzling suddenly sounded, and the crimson liquid evaporated a lot, turning into a blood mist, lingering around the "heart".
The Extraordinary characteristic of the "arsonist" has softened a lot compared to before, and the surface is like a lake, with layers of ripples.
As Lumian put the magma pyroxene powder, red crown impatiens powder and holy star lily hydrosol into the beer glass according to the requirements of the potion formula, the blood mist lingering around the "heart" suddenly shrank inward. , causing a lot of yellowish liquid with red bubbles to appear there.
This is the "Pyromancer" potion, and it caught Lumian's eyes.
Lumian didn't rush to take the food, but closed his eyes.
In his mind, the dead body of the lunatic Flamand hanging on the window frame and the blank paper on which the other party’s suicide note was written appeared, Mr. Ruhr who died of festering all over his body appeared, and the image of drinking heavily and singing ballads, Mrs. Michel, who was finally hanged in the morning light, echoed the cries in the Siren Square.
Then he saw the stubborn and persistent self when he was wandering, saw the self who did not give up despite repeated blows, saw another ending of himself, and saw the sadness, unwillingness, and powerlessness of trying to pursue hope but being buried in darkness and depressing.
The mockery of fate sounded in his ears, and the fire that he tried to suppress in his heart surged up, burning more and more intensely: if this is my inevitable ending;
If this is what the motes are destined to be;
If effort is not rewarded, if hope is never reached;
Then I will use my life to fight and change all this!
Even if there is no light on the road ahead and hope is extremely slim, I will fight until I die!
Fuck you congressman!
fuck you guillaume benet!
Fuck your **** beliefs!
Fuck you Termiporus!
Fuck you!
Lumian opened his eyes abruptly, and summed up his last rule of playing "provocateur": provocation is a symbol of indomitable spirit!
He didn't need this to help him digest. With the fire burning in his chest, he picked up the beer glass and gulped down the liquid inside.
It was like a high-temperature flame, burning from his mouth to the esophagus, to the stomach, and to the heart.