After listening to Lumian's words, Franka blurted out:
"Oh! And what does it have to do with those people?
"Yuge. What exactly does Artois want to do?"
"I don't understand the point of creating such a chemical plant explosion...... Maybe it's just a coincidence, Bono. Goodwell and Hugue. Artois has a very good relationship, and it is normal to visit him, but it just so happened that there was an explosion in the chemical plant today......" Lumian said thoughtfully.
Don't take every coincidence in life lightly, but don't treat every coincidence as a problem either.
Franka nodded lightly and said:
"Indeed.
"But I have to remind you that the chemical plant explosion is not meaningless, it may have brought a lot of death, and this is very important for many evil rituals, and the living are always the third best sacrifice."
"Can this also be a ceremony?" Lumian was quite stunned.
Franka corrected:
"Part of the ritual, killing the sacrifice with a knife and killing the sacrifice with a chemical plant explosion, there is no essential difference for the god that the ceremony host wants to pray to, your understanding of ritual magic is still too one-sided, of course, some rituals may require similar explosions to be effective."
This is like in the "art of substitution", before the ceremony, let the "stand-in" live as a substitute for a long enough time? Lumian probably understood.
Franka immediately sighed:
"This is just my guess, it is not true, maybe the coincidence you said is the correct answer, but in any case, it is necessary for us to remind the official extraordinaires, pay attention to the traces of the ceremony, and pay attention to the role played by the parliamentarian's office in this disaster.
"Damn, if that's not a member of Congress, I'll go get him back tonight, hang him from the ceiling, whip him, and ask him what he wants to do and what he has to do with those evil god 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 were praying, worrying and suffering for their injured relatives."
"For example, Jenna." Lumian said with the trend.
Franka was stunned for a second:
"What did you say?"
"Jana's mom works at the Goodville chemical plant, don't you know?" Lumian asked rhetorically.
Franka was stunned for a moment, and then asked with concern:
"How is her mother doing now?"
Lumian briefly talked about how he accompanied Jane to Rue Saint-Gers to find Elodie, and used the remaining healing potion to save Elody from the brink of death.
Franka breathed a sigh of relief obviously, and then said heartbreakingly:
"Why am I not on the scene! Why am I not there!"
The corners of Lumian's mouth twitched, and he said calmly:
"You still have a chance, Jian Na is worried about the cost of follow-up treatment."
"I'll go to the Holy Palace Hospital right away!" Franka's eyes lit up and she was about to rush out of the apartment.
Lumian quickly called out to her:
"Don't forget to bring the Stinger Gang's healing potion, I'm afraid the situation will be repeated."
Just like Mr. Ruhr.
Without waiting for Franka's response, he added:
"Also, help Jane bring the skirt she wore in the morning.
"Hmm...... I want to borrow 4,000 Fairkin from you and use half of the 'Harvest Festival' as collateral, I have collected all the auxiliary materials for the 'Arsonist' magic potion."
"So fast?" Franka looked shocked, "I haven't even started looking for you yet!"
Lumian smiled:
"I met the boss at the door of the councilor's office last night, confessed to him that I was about to be promoted, and I made an advance of a sum of money, and asked him to help me pay attention to the auxiliary materials of the 'Arsonist' magic potion."
The more Franka listened, the more complicated her expression became:
"The kid's mind is more than I imagined...... Confessing to Gardner in this matter is indeed the best way to deal with it.
"But can't you think about me? Do you know, I also want to help you collect auxiliary materials for the 'Arsonist' magic potion through Gardner, he is the 'Hunter' path of sequence 6 'Conspirator' or sequence 5, there is a group of 'hunters' around me, there will be no shortage of similar things, fortunately, fortunately, I haven't been looking for him for two days, otherwise he will definitely suspect that I have an affair with you."
Lumian always thought that Franka would search for materials through the Curly Baboon Research Society, but she planned to go to Gardner based on the principle of proximity and convenience. Martin's help almost exposed their private relationship.
Franka returned to the room, took out a bill worth 4,000 Felkin from somewhere, handed it to Lumian, and solemnly told him:
"After getting the main material, don't rush to prepare the potion, you must ensure that your state can withstand the impact of the promotion, otherwise it is best to postpone it for a while, the main material is much more convenient to store than the potion."
"I know very well." Lumian replied calmly.
He thought for a while and said:
"You'd better contact the official first and then find Jian Na, the explosion didn't happen long ago, and there may still be some clues left."
"Hmm." Franka agreed.
Before Lumian was about to leave, he asked curiously:
"The living are the third best sacrifice, so what is the difference between the second best and the first good?"
"The second best is a creature with extraordinary characteristics, and the first good is ......" Speaking of this, Franka smiled, "Demigods."
…………
Noel District, 6th floor of Holy Palace Hospital.
When Jane returns to the ward from the bathroom, she sees her brother Julian helping her mother Elotti stuff the corner of the quilt inside.
Elody was still unconscious, but his complexion improved a little.
Julian stood up, pulled his sister aside, and whispered:
"Celia, you don't have to worry about the follow-up treatment costs, I'll find a way, you continue to learn your drama performance in the old pigeon cage."
Jian Na's heart warmed and she asked:
"Did the doctor tell you?"
"Well, what I just said." Julian nodded heavily.
Jian Na pursed her mouth and said:
"Don't worry, my friends have promised to lend me money, which can be repaid in three years, only with very low interest, I will save a little income from my local singers and you as workers, it should be enough, and it will not affect our respective apprenticeships."
Julian was silent for a few seconds and said:
"That Ciel?"
"Yes, he's one of them, but there are other friends, well, the 'Red Boots' Franka I mentioned last night." Jane felt that she had to explain this matter clearly, or she was worried that her brother would go to extremes.
She remembered that the year before last, Julian wanted to secretly sell himself to the Byron-Paz Import and Export Company behind his mother's back to work as a deadly mercenary to pay off all his arrears and send his sister to the theater as an acting apprentice, but fortunately, he was stopped.
Julian was about to say something when he saw a tall and slender girl appear at the door of the ward.
She wore a women's shirt, light-colored breeches, a tweed top with a black background and red boots, her long flaxen hair was simply tied into a ponytail, her eyebrows flew into her temples, and her eyes were bright and spirited, giving her a charm that people couldn't take their eyes off of.
Jane greeted him happily:
"Franka."
…………
White Coat Street, inside the safe house.
Lumian, who had bought the Holy Star Lily and was distilling and extracting hydrosol, sat down and waited for the "magician" lady to reply.
The blood of the fire salamander, magma pyroxene powder, and red-crowned impatiens powder were lined up and placed on the desk in front of him.
When the Holy Star Lily Hydrosol was about to be prepared, the "doll" wearing a light gold skirt with delicate but slightly weird forearm features appeared on the windowsill.
It put down a metal cookie box, sniffed and said:
"Next time you summon me to use this hydrosol."
"Okay." The other party's request was too weird, Lumian didn't react for a while, and could only answer instinctively.
Soon, the "doll" messenger disappeared in front of his eyes, and Lumian opened the lid of the bright silver cookie box to see the small crimson "heart" burning silently.
Without hesitation, he took the prepared beer glass and shook the extraordinary characteristics of the "arsonist" into it.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian poured the bottle of fire salamander blood that was more than 50 ml into the cup.
A sizzling sound suddenly sounded, and the crimson liquid evaporated a lot, turning into a blood mist, lingering around the "heart".
The extraordinary characteristics of the "Arsonist" were much softer than just now, and the surface was like lake water, with layers of ripples.
As Lumian put the magma pyroxene powder, red-crowned impatiens powder, and Holy Star Lily hydrosol into the beer cup according to the requirements of the magic potion recipe, the blood mist surrounding the "heart" suddenly shrank inward, causing a lot of yellowish liquid with red bubbles to appear there.
This is the "Arsonist" magic potion, and it caught Lumian's eyes.
Lumian didn't rush to take it, but closed his eyes.
In his mind, the body of the madman Flemish hanging from the window frame and the white paper with the other party's suicide note written on it came to mind, Mr. Ruhr who died of ulcers all over his body, Mrs. Michel who drank heavily, sang ballads, and finally hanged herself in the morning light, and the cries of the Whistle Square came to mind.
He then saw his stubborn and stubborn self when he was wandering, he saw himself who still did not give up despite repeated blows, he saw another ending of himself, and saw the sadness, unwillingness, powerlessness and depression of trying to pursue hope but being buried by darkness.
The mockery of fate sounded in his ears, and the fire he tried his best to suppress in his heart rose to the ground, burning more and more intensely:
If this is my inevitable end;
If this is the fate of the dust;
If the 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 ahead and there is little hope, I will continue to fight until death!
your congressman!
Guillaume. Bene!
your evil god faith!
you Thermibolos!
your fate!
Lumian opened his eyes and summed up his last "provocateur" playing rules:
Provocation is a symbol of unyielding!
He didn't need this to help him digest, so he picked up the beer glass with the fire burning in his chest and gulped down the liquid inside.
It was like a hot flame, burning from his mouth to his esophagus, to his stomach, and to his heart.
ps: The second one is asking for a guaranteed monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)