Lumian retreated to the place where the homeless people gathered, patiently waiting for Louis. Lund to come out.
Not long after, Anthony. Red, the intelligence dealer, changed his clothes and walked back, as if he was going to fulfill his promise and look for an opportunity to follow Louis. Lund.
At this time, he was wearing a yellowish white shirt with a brown formal jacket, no bow tie, and a round hat, looking like a small clerk who had just finished work.
If it weren't for the fact that he had a certain impression of his size, temperament, and walking posture, Lumian would have almost failed to recognize him.
After thinking for a while, Lumian walked out of the gap between the two buildings and greeted Anthony. Red.
His disguise was removed long after leaving the Valia Cafe, and now he simply wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses without prescription and a brown wide-brimmed round hat, and those who knew him well could easily recognize him.
Sensing Anthony. Red's gaze towards him changed, and Lumian whispered as the two were about to pass by:
"I'm back, you go to the back door and wait."
Although "The Art of Prophecy" says that he will reunite with Louis. Lund on Market Avenue, but he also has to prevent accidents.
On the one hand, this is because the "prophecy potion" comes from his own response, and the effect will not be very good, and the content of the prophecy is likely to have certain omissions, and on the other hand, it is a "prophecy", no one knows in what form it will be realized, and it may be completely different from the developments he expected.
Anthony. Rhett retracted his gaze and nodded, indicating that he knew.
He went all the way, past the residence of Roger "Black Scorpion", walked into the distance, and turned into an alley.
Lumian didn't turn around immediately, and continued to move forward under the light of the road light.
As soon as he arrived at a relatively dim area, he saw a person coming out of the shadows under an elegant iron black street lamp that had broken down at the entrance of the alley ahead.
The man was tall, wearing a relatively close-fitting black robe and a hood that quickly covered his face, and waved at Lumian.
Franka? Lumian instantly guessed and quickly moved closer.
The guy who is uniquely dressed and eye-catching is indeed Franka "Red Boots".
She didn't wear her signature red boots this time and changed to black.
"Aren't you afraid of being discovered like this?" Lumian couldn't help but question.
Although the Triers have a high tolerance for fancy clothing and will even take the initiative to pursue trends, but dude, you are hiding and squatting at the target, dressed like this, not to mention the "Black Scorpion" Roger and the Stinger Gang, even if the coolies passing by will take a second look!
Franka smiled indifferently:
"You don't understand, this is called a sense of ritual!
"Didn't your sister teach you?"
She had taught it, but she didn't say that it should be used in such a place and such an occasion...... Before Lumian could say this, he saw Franka wave her hand:
"Don't worry, you won't be discovered."
As she spoke, she took a step back, and her whole body seemed to merge with the shadow and disappeared from Lumian's sight.
With such an ability, you can really wear whatever you want...... Lumian once again envied the "assassin" path.
If it weren't for the gender change in sequence 7, he would definitely feel that this is more in line with his wishes than the "hunter" path.
Franka stepped out of the shadows again and pointed to Market Avenue 126 in the distance:
"The coachman just now should be the Louis you were looking for. Lund, wait a moment, I'll help you track it?
"I know that you hunters have dog noses and eagle eyes, which are very suitable for tracking, but you are not good at hiding yourself.
"Don't forget, Louis. Lund is also an extraordinary person, and believes in evil gods, and may have some unique abilities."
Lumian didn't resist or reject it this time, nodded and said:
"Okay."
He can't give Louis at the moment. Lund marked a special taste, and it was getting close to dark, there were many pedestrians and carriages on the road, and all kinds of traces were mixed.
Franka's rosy thin lips that were not covered by the shadow of the hood were outlined, and he said with a smile:
"Your afternoon therapy is very effective.
"Men should be broad-minded, don't be afraid of this and worry about that."
She patted her chest as she said.
Immediately afterwards, Franka took out a glass vial.
The surface of the vial is cut into small squares, reflecting the light of nearby street lamps and shimmering with psychedelic colors.
"In the past, when I was a man, I thought these perfume bottles were beautifully designed, but I was embarrassed to buy them and carry them around. Franka said with emotion.
Does the gateway to a new world mean sleeping with a man? If it weren't for the tracking of Louis. At Lund's critical moment, Lumian would definitely reply like this.
Franka removed the lid and brought the press-type glass vial to the front of Lumian's nose:
"Remember its taste."
This fragrance is refreshing and natural, like a summer walk in the forest.
"I remember." Lumian nodded slightly.
Franka immediately sprayed herself:
"There will be a certain distinction between its top, middle and end notes, but it is not too big, you don't need to distinguish it, you can understand it when you smell it.
"I will work with Louis. Lund looked three or four meters apart, he didn't have a dog nose, so he definitely couldn't find this smell that obviously didn't belong to the market area."
Lumian added thoughtfully:
"I track the smell of your perfume from ten or twenty meters away?"
This is a good strategy.
"Yes." Franka suddenly took out a handful of fluorescent powder, sprinkled it on herself, and recited a low spell.
It seems to be a combination of the words "hidden" and "body" in the Hermitic language.
Almost at the same time, Lumian saw Franka's figure disappear inch by inch, like a pencil pattern being erased with an eraser.
Except for the faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, he completely lost the trace of this "witch".
Lumian once again lamented the performance of the "witch" path in the middle and low sequences.
The next second, he felt the source of the scent moving away, near the three-story building with a garden at 126 Market Avenue.
Lumian leaned in that direction, came into a shadow, and pressed back against the wall.
After nearly two quarters of an hour, Louis, wearing a red vest and blue uniform, a white tie, and a waxed hat. Lund carried a wooden box and walked out with Roger, the "Black Scorpion" who was wearing formal clothes and black hair neatly combed back.
One of them sat in the coachman's seat, and the other got into the carriage.
Why did "Black Scorpion" Roger follow? He plans to go see Mrs. Pualis in person? Lumian frowned slightly.
This made his plans uncertain.
What he originally planned was to be in Louis. With his current strength, even if the opponent is also in sequence 8, he can easily subdue the target, and now he has the help of "Witch" Franka.
But if you count Roger "Black Scorpion", things get very troublesome.
Judging from the performance of the midwife in his dream, a "sorcerer" has many occult methods, and his strength is quite strong, and he is fully capable of comparing with the "witch" of the "assassin" path.
Although Lumian can let Franka hold "Black Scorpion" Roger and deal with Louis himself. Lund, but in that case, the battle between the two Extraordinary in the Order will definitely be difficult to end in a short period of time, adding the possibility of being discovered and noticed.
"Well...... if 'Black Scorpion' Roger really goes to see Mrs. Puaris, then I will always follow him and not attack, anyway, my purpose is just to find Mrs. Pualis and contact her." Lumian quickly changed his plans and had a new idea.
The taxi carriage began to drive towards the other end of the market avenue, and the refreshing and natural scent followed away.
Lumian was nearly twenty meters away, and he walked faster next to the gas street lamp poles.
After a while, he first felt the smell of perfume stop, and after walking nearly ten meters, he saw the taxi parked on the side of the road, and "Black Scorpion" Roger walked down with a wooden box.
Not far away is the Honest Market.
It was a few seconds of work, Louis. Lund drove the carriage to a fork in the road that could bypass this lively area, while Roger "Black Scorpion" walked into the market on his own.
"Madame Pualis in the Honest Market? Or, "Black Scorpion" Roger simply escorted Louis. Lund is a distance, afraid that he will be targeted?" Lumian guessed the reason while taking another step.
In any case, first put Louis. Lund catches it and talks about it!
Behind the honest market, there are very few pedestrians, and you can only occasionally see one in the completely dark sky.
Many of the street lamps here were broken, and the road that could support several carriages traveling in parallel was a large area of darkness.
Lumian looked around, no longer had the slightest hesitation, took off his black-rimmed glasses, and ran wildly.
Not long after, he caught up with the slow-moving carriage and was in the hands of Louis. When Lund noticed something unusual, he pressed the carriage with his left hand and suddenly jumped to the position where the coachman was sitting.
At this distance, he could clearly see the black-haired and blue-eyed face.
Although the other party made a certain disguise, Lumian could be sure without a doubt that this was Louis. Lund!
Louis. Lund reacted extremely quickly, not caring about distinguishing who the attacker was, for what, he grabbed the reins with his left hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and bombarded Lumian who was in mid-air with nowhere to borrow his strength.
Almost at the same time, he saw the face without any disguise, and his eyes suddenly enlarged.
Lumian didn't dodge, stretched out his right arm, and leaned towards Louis. Lund's fist.
At the moment when the two sides were about to come into contact, Lumian pulled back his right arm, eliminating some of the strength, and then threw it forward, entangled Louis as if there were no bones. Lund's fists, wrists, and forearms allowed him to just throw backwards and not leave the carriage.
The next second, Louis. Lund saw the smile on his face.
Syllable!
Franka's figure was outlined on the other side of the coachman's position, and his palm, ready to go, slashed at Louis. Behind Lund's ear.
This uses the extraordinary ability of the "assassin" to accumulate all his strength in one blow, Louis. Lund passed out without snorting.
(End of this chapter)