After a few seconds, Franka forced a smile:
"Don't worry about him, he has his own occult group."
Jian Na nodded lightly and didn't say more.
The two took camouflage clothes, masks and a small amount of cosmetics, left No. 3 White Coat Street, walked to Market Avenue, and took Metro Line 2 connecting the Suhit Steam Train Station in the market area and the Trier North Train Station in the cathedral area, and arrived at District 9, which is the famous opera district in the North Continent.
There is the world's largest and liveliest arcade street, flanked by department stores and high-end stores, and the glass domes supported by steel brackets above are brightly colored, depicting sacred or epic pictures, making the sunlight shining through them a bit magnificent.
In order to make up for the lack of light brought by the stained glass, the new kerosene lamps on the iron-black street lamp poles are always on, and the white light is dazzling.
This is called a steam lamp, which uses the heat after its own ignition to turn kerosene into steam and spray it on the surrounding hot gauze cover, creating a bright white light.
In terms of lighting effect, this is many times stronger than traditional gas street lamps and ordinary kerosene lamps for domestic use, from the transformation of the "God of Steam and Machinery" church.
Jane followed Franka into the public washroom in the middle of the Arcade Street of the Opera House, each found a cubicle, changed clothes, and put on a simple makeup to hide her brilliance.
Then, they went underground along the nearby entrance.
Unlike other areas in Trier, this underground street corresponding to the Opera House arcade above is also bustling with people, filled with cafes, galleries, beer houses and small goods shops, without any dark, cold, or closed feeling.
After walking out of here, the underground Trier returned to the appearance in Jana's impression.
As "assassins", she and Franka both have the ability to see things in the dark, but in order not to be seen by the participants of the occult meeting, they each carry a calcium carbide lamp and let a yellowish light dyed a little blue shine forward in front of them.
Observing Franka's every move, Jane imitated the other party, put on a silver-white metal mask that could cover the upper half of her face, and walked deeper into the ground along the slightly damp tunnel almost silently.
After walking for a while, Franka pointed to a fork in the road ahead and said with a smile:
"There is a legend of haunting there."
"What legend?" Jane asked quite cooperatively.
Franka smiled and said:
"People who say it's an opera house often hear strange male voices underground, and they found several bounty hunters to investigate the reason, but they never came back."
"Doesn't the official extraordinary person care?" Jian Na asked in confusion.
"I investigated, but I found nothing, because this was originally a legend we made up." Franka laughed.
Jane was even more confused:
"Why do you want to make up such a legend?"
Fun?
Franka smiled:
"So that the Triers who like to dig into the ground will not disturb our gathering."
Jian Na felt that she had understood the reason, and suddenly realized:
"Scare them and make them afraid to come to this area?"
"No." Franka shook her head seriously, "Let them only focus on that place and ignore a few places around them, simply put, find something to do for the adventurous citizens and college students of Trier."
Janna, who was born and raised in Trier, suddenly became dumb and held back for a few seconds before saying:
"Oh! None of the Triers around me are like that!"
Everyone works hard and just likes to go to bars and dance halls to have a drink, sing and dance, or vent their inner emotions by insulting each other after a busy day.
"The Triers and the Triers are also different." Franka shook her head while "tsk".
As they spoke, they squeezed through a gap and turned into a new tunnel, arriving at a quarry hollow with a little dark green moss.
Outside the quarry hollow, stood a white skeleton, the skeleton's face was wearing an iron mask, and its eye sockets were empty and dark.
Seeing this scene, Janna's heart beat faster unconsciously, and she instinctively felt scared.
Franka raised her hand to greet her:
"You just send a skeleton over every time, do you need to be so careful?
"Damn, you still put a mask on the skeleton, is there anything you can't see?"
The white skeleton said in a voice like a voice rubbing against the metal with a vocal cord:
"I really like a sentence from the 'Great Adventurer' series of novels:
"'It's politeness.'"
After saying that, its eye sockets were dark and there was no flame burning, and it looked at Jianna:
"Who is she?"
"My friend, take her to see it." Franka answered very simply.
The skeleton didn't ask, and clicked his neck, signaling that the two of them could enter the quarry at the back.
When she got inside, Jane saw that there were already many people, dressed in different disguises, either sitting on stones or standing in corners, no one spoke, extremely quiet.
After looking around, Jane suppressed her voice and asked Franka:
"Just let me in like this?"
This is too easy and simple, right?
Don't worry about whether you are trustworthy or not, and don't worry about security?
Franka laughed softly:
"I believe in him, and he believes in me."
"That's right......" Jian Na just nodded, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "How did that skeleton know it was you? Didn't you disguise yourself?"
"He has a special way of recognizing people." Franka explained vaguely.
A quarter of an hour later, more people arrived one after another, and by the time the skeleton wearing the iron mask announced the official start of the fair, nearly twenty people had gathered in the quarry hollow.
With experience and curiosity, Jian Na watched the transactions one after another, asking Franka a few words in a low voice from time to time, and mastering a lot of new terms.
In the process, she was inevitably surprised by the prices of magic potion formulas, magical items, extraordinary weapons and various materials, even the cheapest ones, she had to make enough money for a whole week by underground singers, as for the expensive ones, she felt that she had no hope in this life.
The second third of the trade fair was mainly commissioning, and Jian Na sat up straight unconsciously, wanting to see if there was anyone she could complete and make a lot of money.
A man wearing a black robe and presenting the image of a "wizard" in various horror stories said in a deliberately sharp voice:
"I have a task worth 20,000 Felkin."
20,000 Felkin? Everyone present set their sights on the client.
The same is true for Jane, she has never seen such a large amount of money in her life.
The man glanced left and right and said:
"The caretaker of the Valley Monastery in the Hill District has been missing for three days, and I hope you can help me find him or his body.
"I have no ability to distinguish the truth of the clues, so only those who bring him or his body back to the Deep Valley Monastery can get the 20,000 Felkin.
"Of course, you can also choose to bring it here."
The Deep Valley Monastery belongs to the "God of Steam and Machinery" church, and gathers many ascetics (monks) who are determined to study machinery and steam, do not marry, have children, preach, or preach.
It is located in the hilly area, that is, in the 19th arrondissement, to the west is the cathedral area where the "Church of the God of Steam and Machinery" is located and the northern train station of Trier, and to the east is the 20th arrondissement, which is the cemetery area.
Seeing that no one responded, the man continued:
"The official investigation has been carried out, but there is no gain.
"Each of you can accept this commission and go to the Deep Valley Monastery to investigate in the name of a bounty hunter, without worrying about being suspected, I will post notices on this matter in bars, dance halls, and beer houses in various districts next."
You can try it, anyway, if you can't investigate, you won't lose anything, at most you will waste some time to make money...... Jane looked sideways at Franka with some excitement.
Franka also nodded, thinking that this task could be taken.
On the one hand, she was curious, and on the other hand, she felt that she could bring some experience to Jane Na, so that she would not only assassinate at the cost of her life, but she really smelled the dangerous breath and found something abnormal, and they could still withdraw in time.
Of course, the high enough bounty is also one of the reasons.
After a short silence, the party participants began to ask questions, one after another.
They want to have enough intelligence before a formal investigation.
The client answered very briefly, just telling everyone that the missing monastery janitor was named Pinker, in his early fifties, a resident of the nearby town of Deep Valley, a devout believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery", never married, and had a fanatical preference for machinery, which is why he went to Deep Valley Monastery to work as a janitor when he had his own field.
He came home once a week, one day at a time, but he was not missing at home.
That night, while the research-absorbed monks were testing a steam creation in the courtyard, they saw Pink staying at the door of the janitor's hut, watching with great interest, and the next morning, he was found missing.
Jane took this information seriously, just like she usually studied acting.
Not long after, the occult gathering ended, and the participants left in batches tacitly.
…………
A few nights later, Lumian sat at the bar at the Breeze Ballroom, drinking his favorite absinthe while watching Jane sing and dance.
At this time, Louis came over, leaned into his ear and said:
"Boss, the boss is here, waiting for you in the café on the second floor."
"The boss came over in person?" Lumian was slightly surprised.
He didn't say much, gulled down the remaining green liquid, got up and walked to the staircase.
At this time, Gardner. Martin stood by the window, not wearing formal attire, wearing a dark brown jacket and a wide-brimmed round hat of the same color, as if he had just come from the dock or yard.
He looked at Lumian with brownish-red eyes for a second, signaling everyone else to leave here.
Soon, only Gardner was left in the café. Martin and Lumian are two people.
The Sava party boss smiled and said:
"I should have expressed my appreciation for you more than once, right?"
"Yes, thank you, boss." Lumian nodded.
Gardner. Martin's expression gradually became serious:
"Are you interested in joining my circle? This gives you access to more extraordinary people, greater power, and more resources."
Is this the end of the "inspection"? Lumian did not hide his doubts:
"What is the price?"
Gardner. Martin smiled again:
"The price is that you may encounter more dangers and have to follow orders to complete some tasks.
"But as long as you do well, you will definitely be able to improve quickly, and maybe it won't take a few years for you to sit in my position."
Lumian deliberately hesitated and deliberated for a while before saying:
"I have no problem."
Gardner. Martin nodded seriously:
"Before that, you need to undergo a test.
"You go to 13 Market Avenue now and stay there until the sun rises."
13 Market Avenue? Lumian frowned, trying to remember.
Finally, he remembered what it was:
That was the first time that Aosta. Trul, the "secret prayer", is considered the most dangerous place in the market area.
It was the building that had been burned down and never demolished!
(End of this chapter)