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"Uh..." Franka thought for a few seconds before saying to Jenna, "When it comes to losing control and going crazy, no matter you are a member of the Orthodox Church or a wild Extraordinary, you are all equal, and those monks are equally likely to , lose control and become a monster, or develop mental problems, leading to the abyss."
Jian Na's expression became more solemn the more she listened.
Franca had said similar words to her before, but she lacked real feelings until she saw with her own eyes that the arms retreated one by one in the secret caves and rock walls in the dark depths. And by associating them with loss of control and madness, we can truly understand the cruelty and terror of those two words.
Lumian continued: "That's why acting is so important. However, you must always remember that you are just acting. As a dramatic actor, you should know very well that you cannot be immersed in a role and cannot escape, even if If you are not an extraordinary person, you will also have mental problems."
Franca and Lumian sang in harmony and started educating the newcomers.
When Jian Na nodded solemnly, she returned to the matter of the disappearance of the gatekeeper of the Deep Valley Monastery: "My plan is, on the one hand, to disclose the location and situation of the secret cave to the people of the Eternal Sun Church through my own channels. How will the authorities communicate in the follow-up? It is their business and beyond our control. Even if they finally choose to suppress this matter, they are on guard and don't have to worry about big problems. On the other hand, at the next gathering, this information will be presented to Tell the client and see how he reacts? Maybe we can give you some hard-earned money."
She chose to inform the people of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, rather than the Extraordinaries of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, because it was unclear which side of the internal conflict was trustworthy.
"I have no opinion."
After listening to Lumian and Franka talk so much, Jenna has deeply realized the huge risks involved in this mission.
Although she really wanted the reward of 20,000 ferkin, she still controlled herself.
Franka turned to Lumian and said, "The buyer for the Harvest Offering has been found, but the transaction has not yet been formalized. The price is 10,000 Felkin."
"I have already given you four thousand before, and I will give you another thousand in two days."
"It's very efficient." Lumian praised with a smile.
"You, I can't tell whether you are praising me or mocking me." Franka muttered.
Jenna was very envious as she listened. The deals Franka and Charles casually talked about were all worth ten thousand ferkin. And back then, her mother, even if she treated her mother according to the worst possible scenario, their family would owe at most seven or eight. Thousands of felkin foreign debt.
Is this an extraordinary person? Jian Na's understanding of this aspect became clearer.
Lumian looked at the curtains that had been drawn, and did not let Jenna avoid him. He said bluntly: "I completed the final test last night and officially became a member of the core group of the boss."
"What kind of test?"
Although feelings of grievance, unwillingness and anger inevitably emerged, Franka, who had already vented her anger once, was more curious.
Lumian began with Gardner Martin coming to the Breeze Ballroom late at night and allowing himself to stay at 13 Market Avenue for a night, and continued until he avoided the abnormal pollution and waited for the sun to rise.
He concealed the existence of Thermipolos and portrayed himself as smart, decisive, and firm. He could judge the essence of the problem based on a few details, and maintained the principle of not responding under various influences.
Making up stories has always been Lumian's strong point. Franka was frightened and suspicious at the same time: "Were you really not shaken at all at that time?"
Jian Na nodded secretly, feeling that she could not help but respond when the door opened, while Franka could only hold on until her face was covered with dripping blood.
Lumian laughed: "There will definitely be fluctuations, but I trust my own judgment more."
Franka looked him up and down, and asked, still a little unconvinced, "Did you really think of it yourself and not respond?"
"No." Lumian ended with a frank attitude, telling the story he had just made up.
Franka and Jenna were stunned.
Lumian started another topic and said with a smile: "Are you stupid? You must have obtained the information in advance. Otherwise, how could I, a person who has just got rid of the hat of illiteracy in mysticism, possibly figure it out?"
"If you have the opportunity to go to the vigil, in addition to not responding, remember to bring the mirror that can enter the world in the underground mirror. According to intelligence, according to different ways, the anomalies at No. 13 Market Avenue may manifest themselves in different ways. All different.”
Franka suddenly realized and understood the source of Lumian's information.
She muttered: "You kid, you won't find a girlfriend if you talk like this."
While Jenna was annoyed by the ridicule, she also regained a lot of confidence. She thought that the IQ gap between herself and Ciel was too big to make up for. Of course, Ciel could firmly believe in the information and there was no real problem. His wavering is also very impressive to you.
She pursed her lips and said, "I am becoming more and more aware of the horror of the world of occultism."
The anomaly at No. 13 Market Avenue is more frightening and frightening than the scene in the secret cave of the deep ravine quarry. In comparison, she was stunned by the perverted Hudsey and taken underground, which is more like a criminal case. pieces.
"In the next few years, there will be more and more similar weird incidents." Franka did not miss any opportunity to teach Jenna, trying to make her more motivated and expectant of promotion.
Lumian then talked about his guess: No. 13, Market Avenue, only affects the Beyonders of two pathways: hunters and witches at non-specific times.
After discussing for a while, Franka and Jenna saw that the night was already dark, so they left the Golden Rooster Hotel and returned to White Coat Street with a stack of occult magazines.
At three o'clock in the afternoon on the second day, Lumian, who had been pretending all day at the Breeze Ballroom, took advantage of the public carriage and kept changing trains to arrive at the Lavigne Pier in the square area, ready to listen to Mr. Fool's bishop's sermon.
It was a very busy river port, filled with steam ships spraying thin white mist.
A large number of dock workers relied on various tools and their own bodies to move boxes of goods and stack them on the flat surface of the track.
In addition to these, the pier is also lined with various machines for moving huge objects. Some of them are more than ten or twenty meters high. They are made purely of steel parts and are driven by giant steam engines. Under the control of technicians, they can hoist objects that cannot be lifted by humans. Moving steel box.
At a glance, Lumian felt that the place was messy and lively, spectacular and dirty, full of vitality and undisguised cruelty.
He withdrew his gaze and took a walk around the pier. He did not find those foreigners who seemed to be visitors from the sea and asked where the Church of Fools was, just like a browser who came to visit on a whim.
There are circles of buildings around the port, filled with bars, hotels, warehouses, beer houses, cafes, restaurants and dance halls, and the roads are full of hawkers.
Lumian also saw frosted glass windows with green shutters, which belonged to licensed prostitutes.
After walking around for a long time, Lumian found Mr. Fool's church. It was an independent building with an ordinary appearance. It looked like it had been transformed from a normal four-story house, with a bell tower and a steeple.
It was completely black, and engraved on the front wall was a occult symbol that Lumian was very familiar with.
That is the symbol of Mr. Fool, a silver-white symbol composed of the incomplete Childless Eye and partially twisted threads.
After looking around, he saw a door that was two stories high. Lumian did not rush in, but continued walking as if shopping.
As a hunter, it is instinctive to grasp the details of the surrounding environment in advance when there is a choice.
After walking for more than ten meters, he picked a bar called Sea Breeze, intending to hear what merchants, sailors from the sea, and citizens in this neighborhood thought of the Church of the Fool.
The Sea Breeze Bar is decorated like a ship cabin, with fish specimens, ship rudders, sail fragments and other things hanging on the walls. The air is filled with the smell of spirits and cheap cosmetics.
Some of the people dressed as sailors were sitting together playing cards, some were making out with street girls in the corner, and some were drinking heavily at the bar and bragging loudly.
Lumian looked around and spotted a man who could not be ignored.
He sat on the single sofa near the bar, leaning back with his hands on the back of the chair. From time to time, he would take a sip of oatmeal beer, while raising his legs and resting them on the edge of the small round table, his posture was quite arrogant.
What caught Lumian's attention was not this person's condition, but the performance of the surrounding sailors.
They either deliberately ignored him or passed by with a look of flattery, full of awe. Even if they just chatted with the man for a few words and were made a joke, they still looked honored.
A big shot from the sea, very famous? Lumian seemed to casually look at the man. He was in his thirties, wearing a linen shirt, a brown waistcoat, dark brown trousers and black leather boots. His eyebrows and hair were burnt yellow, as if burned by flames. His eyes were dark blue, but Bright, with facial features like those of southern Intis.
Sensing Lumian's gaze, the man smiled and raised the oatmeal beer in his hand.
Lumian smiled back, walked all the way to the bar, and ordered a glass of Pirates' and sailors' favorite drink, Relenchi.
After taking a sip of the spirit, which was full of malty aroma and burning taste, he did not hide his curiosity. He pointed to the single sofa nearby with his chin, and asked the bartender in a lowered voice: "Who is that?"
The bartender's expression suddenly turned serious, and he asked in the same low voice: "You don't know me?"
In his opinion, not knowing that person seemed to be a worthy and surprising thing.