Chapter 285 is insidious
Gardner. Martin opened the car door, walked down, and gave Lumian a kind and warm hug.
Yo, my attitude changed in an instant...... Lumian hugged him back and scolded him.
After hugging each other for two seconds, Gardner. Martin let go of his arms and said with a smile:
"From now on, we are real brothers."
Real brothers? Can I inherit the inheritance if you die? Lumian, whose mental state has improved greatly and successfully passed the difficult "test", held back his ridicule and did not dare to say it at such a time.
"You are still my boss." He habitually showed loyalty.
In his opinion, although this kind of performance is indeed a bit exaggerated and makes people not feel too sincere, it is not the same.
Gardner. Martin laughed:
"In the future, when no one else is here, you can call me 'sir.'"
"Sir......" Lumian felt a bit strange about this title.
The "Iron Blood Cross" is a secret organization, not an army.
Gardner. Martin didn't explain, and smiled slightly:
"At eight o'clock tonight, come to No. 11 Spring Street, and we will hold your initiation ceremony."
After saying that, he patted Lumian on the shoulder:
"Let's rest now."
Lumian said "hmm", said goodbye to the boss of the Sava party, returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, and closed the curtains in room 207.
At this time, it was past six o'clock in the morning, and he sat down at the wooden table without catching up on sleep at all, and began to write letters to Ms. "The Magician", telling him about last night's experience and Thermiporos' performance, and finally asking how to report the matter to Mr. K.
He must find a suitable reason to explain to Mr. K that he believes without revealing that he has the seal of Mr. "Fool" and an angel in the realm of fate.
After folding the letter neatly, Lumian arranged the ceremony and summoned the "doll" messenger wearing a light gold dress.
The messenger lowered his head, saw the letter in the form of a square, and nodded in satisfaction.
She said to Lumian while letting the letter float:
"Someone is still monitoring you."
Oh? I didn't notice it at all...... This level of tracking, hiding and observation is very high...... As a "hunter", Lumian has strong anti-tracking ability and is also very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment, and he didn't even notice that those monitors were still there!
Mr. K's men? No, I can ask the messenger lady to remind me that I should not be from the "Aurora Society"...... Gardner. The monitor sent by Martin hasn't left yet, even though I've passed the "test" and suffered that kind of anomalous erosion? Indeed, after experiencing last night's events, I got Gardner. After Martin's admission notice, now is the stage where I am least vigilant and most likely to let my guard down and expose problems...... Zhen, how insidious! Only then did Lumian realize that he was compared to Gardner. Martin was still too young to be cautious enough.
If it weren't for the fact that he was playing a person who stayed up all night, suffered cruel torture, and needed to rest, it would have been an inevitable development to close the curtains and sleep, which has now aroused the suspicion of the monitors.
Similarly, he was glad that Ms. "The Magician"'s messenger seemed to be strong and would not be detected by monitors.
After sending off the "doll" messenger and lying on the bed, Lumian received a reply:
"As a secret organization with a history of two or three hundred years, it is certainly impossible for the 'Iron Cross' to let people join so easily, but taking the initiative to let new members undergo contamination is not consistent with what I originally understood about the 'test'.
"It seems that over the years, the 'Iron Blood Cross' has indeed undergone some unoptimistic changes, you don't need to rush to figure out why this is happening, step by step, in a short period of time, to preserve yourself as the most important thing.
"Thermipolos took the initiative to help and warn, on the one hand, he didn't want you to really be polluted or die directly, which would affect him, and on the other hand, he should also be trying to change, trying to gain your trust, and only revealing his true purpose at a critical moment.
"You need to always remember that the angels of the evil gods are lunatic in the truest sense of the word, and they will surely bring disaster to you and those around you, and you must always be vigilant to use him and guard against him.
"Mr. K's side is easy to handle, you just say that you recited that person's name at the critical moment, and it was magically untainted.
"Don't worry that he will ask the being to confirm the truth, which is something that devout believers do not do, and even the being itself may not be sure whether He has answered your prayers."
This...... Lumian saw the end and was a little confused.
The gods themselves do not know if they are responding to a certain believer?
This is too absurd, right?
In an instant, Lumian remembered something that Ms. "Magician" had said:
If you pray to Mr. "The Fool" with a description other than the three-paragraph honorific name, she does not guarantee that the response must be the great being, which is very dangerous.
Similar situation? Knowledge about gods is really incomprehensible, and if you make a mistake, you can fall into a situation worse than death...... Could it be the same with Aurore? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he thought.
In the past few days, he has been carefully combing through Aurore's witchcraft notes, excerpting all the content of the two time periods circled by Ms. "Justice", doing more detailed research, and planning to show it to Ms. "Hela", the vice president of the "Curly Baboon Research Society", when he has the opportunity.
——Franka has already read the corresponding content, but found no questionable details, those not very conventional occult knowledge, they are ordinary spells, and they must be "wizards" or extraordinary people in the corresponding field to cast them, and the two of them cannot practice them.
The only thing she and Lumian found problematic was that since the beginning of this year, Auror's witchcraft notes have added a lot of ritual knowledge related to sacrifice and secret contracts, all of which were obtained from the "Curly Baboon Research Society", but did not point to any evil god or hidden existence, which is a basic type of application.
A crimson flame rose and burned the letter in Lumian's palm.
He lay down, pretending to be asleep, but in reality let his thoughts creep in, thinking about the question of the sorcery notes and what to do next.
One of the most important things for him is that the one-month deadline given by the "Art of Prophecy" is approaching, and the parish priest Guillaume . Bene will appear somewhere in the Red Princess District.
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Hill area, at the entrance of Deep Valley Abbey.
Dressed as a typical bounty hunter, and even put two beards on herself, Franca, who pretended to be a man, pressed down the half-height silk top hat on the top of her head, and sighed to Janna beside her:
"There are really no clues at all."
Janna wore a white shirt, brown shoulders and dark trousers, a pair of black boots that reached to the calf, and a brown woven beret.
She looked at the uniquely shaped iron-black building with a large number of steel components and the giant chimneys shaped like spires, and always felt that she was not from the "God of Steam and Machinery" church monastery, but a special factory.
At this time, those chimneys were emitting thin white smoke, accompanied by a loud mechanical roar.
"Mainly those monks are unwilling to come into contact with outsiders......" Jane responded quite frustratedly.
In the past few days, they, like other bounty hunters and private detectives, have only been allowed to enter the courtyard on the first floor, and can only ask the new janitor and a few other servants.
The penance monks simply provided a list of confessions of the corresponding persons.
Franka withdrew his gaze, pouted and said:
"This matter is definitely not easy, otherwise the official extraordinary would have investigated the truth long ago.
"Since we can't find any clues in the monastery, let's go around and look around."
"Okay." Jana lacks experience in how to investigate similar things, and is still in the stage of imitating and learning from Franka.
The two "scattered" around the monastery in the valley, and from time to time they encountered some investigators attracted by high bounties.
After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, they saw a mountain wall that had shown signs of collapse and had sprouted new trees.
There was a cave on the side of the mountain wall, closed by a heavy wooden door, and a man in his forties sat next to it in a place that could shelter from the wind and rain.
He flipped through old newspapers with funny comics, making joyful sounds from time to time, and a string of brass-colored keys hanging from his waist.
"What is this place?" Franka walked over and said in a deliberately hoarse voice.
The middle-aged man, who was dressed plainly and even slightly tattered, raised his head, looked at Franka's face, and frowned invisibly.
His gaze quickly moved to Jian Na, and his expression relaxed:
"This is the entrance to the Fukaya Quarry.
"I'm the janitor."
"Why is there a door, and it's locked?" Jane had seen a real quarry south of the market area.
"This place is abandoned, and it could collapse at any time, so those who are bold enough to pull the tiger's tail cannot be allowed in." The gatekeeper of the deep valley quarry explained with a smile.
"Isn't there a connection to the underground Trier here?" Franka asked.
The quarry janitor shook his head:
"It's almost completely collapsing, why not? I'm going to lose my job!"
After saying that, he looked at Jian Na and smiled flatteringly:
"Do you want to take over the business, I'll give you the money and give me that once."
You Triers...... Franka shook her head.
Jian Na rejected the other party with a mantra.
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8 p.m., 11 Spring Street.
Lumian was killed by Gardner. Martin's butler, Faustino, led him through the lawn and hall to a windowless room.
There is a dining table here, but the surrounding layout is not like this kind of villa restaurant, very simple, even empty.
Lumian simply swept around and found three rows of things on the table, the first row was all kinds of cutlery, the second row was cups and bottles, and the third row was the finished dishes and unlit candles.
They are all strictly symmetrical, forming three parallel straight lines.
(End of this chapter)