Olsen didn't care about Lumian's sudden tense state, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"According to custom, as a 'supervisor', I must talk to you privately."
Lumian quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"What are you talking about?"
Olsen put the small brown suitcase next to his left leg:
"If you find your 'chief', that is, Gardner. If Martin has a problem or something unusual, report it to me immediately."
This is what I should do, the boss has a problem to vacate the position...... Lumian muttered silently with a slight mockery, and then said:
"How can I contact you?"
Olsen looked into Lumian's eyes and said:
"Leave the information in the basement of 13 Market Avenue."
The "Iron Blood Cross" ...... 13 Market Avenue is indeed related to the burned building...... Olson may have entered the Quaternary Trier, which should be of the deeply polluted type, and he has a way to take advantage of the "anomaly" at 13 Market Avenue? Lumian recalled last night's experience and felt that "supervising" Olsen was more than "Chief" Gardner. Martin was even more mysterious.
He suspected that the person who was secretly monitoring his every move in Market Avenue was Olson-Gardner. Martin was obviously reluctant to go in there unless necessary.
Combined with the fact that 13 Market Avenue was burned down more than a decade ago, Mr. K said that the "Iron Cross" has alienated other organizations that believe in that person in recent years, and Ms. "Magician" mentioned that the current vigil is not the "Iron Blood Cross" used to test and other information, Lumian vaguely has an incomplete context of events in his mind.
He believed that the burning of 13 Market Avenue was not done by the "Iron Blooded Cross", but later, they had the secret there and suffered corresponding pollution, resulting in a mutation.
Of course, it is also possible that it is the other way around: perhaps some members of the "Iron Cross" suffered corresponding contamination elsewhere before they mastered the "anomaly" at 13 Market Avenue.
"Okay." Lumian nodded in agreement.
In the blink of an eye, he looked at "Supervisor" Olsen and asked without hiding his doubts:
"Is the trader I saw in the Albert mine really you? Can your head be separated from your body and survive alone?
"Or, is that an illusion you created?"
Olsen chuckled:
"Just right, as a 'supervisor', I have three sentences to tell you:
"1. What the eyes see may not be true;
"Second, we will all eventually enter Trier in the Fourth Age, which is our destiny;
"3. Don't trust other people's words."
Don't trust other people's words...... It's a bit interesting, so should I believe the first sentence? What I saw in the Albert Mine was actually real? Hehe, talking about fate in front of me, I have nothing to do with it, can you bear it, Thermipolos? Lumian forcibly controlled himself without lifting his right palm and pressed it against his left chest.
Seeing that Olsen lifted the small brown suitcase again, as if he was planning to leave, Lumian asked with a slight curiosity:
"What exactly is in it, why do you keep carrying it?"
Olsen smiled:
"If I were you, you better pray that you will never know the answer."
After saying that, the supervisor opened the door of the carriage on the way, jumped into the darkness outside, and disappeared in an instant.
He didn't deliberately use his abilities like he did when he came, hiding Lumian's inspiration and features.
"Mysterious ......," Lumian muttered in a low voice.
After taking the carriage back to the market area, he did not rush to the Golden Rooster Hotel or the safe house on White Coat Street to summon the messenger of the "magician" lady to report on the official joining of the "Iron Blood Cross", but went directly into the Breeze Ballroom.
He was worried that the insidious guys of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" were still taking advantage of their easiest stage to let their guard down and continue to do covert and final surveillance.
Although they couldn't find the messenger of the "magician" lady, returning to room 207 or the safe house at this time was not in line with Lumian's style, and it was easy to suspect it.
Sitting at the bar, Lumian asked for a glass of light red wine and enjoyed the singing and dancing on the stage while sipping it.
Jane Na is off tonight and performs two other "flamboyant girls" and a male underground singer known for her dynamic songs.
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Hill area, outside Deep Valley Abbey.
Wearing a silver-white half-face mask, Jian Na looked at Franka dressed as an assassin beside her with a little worry and said:
"What are we going to do tonight?
"You don't want to infiltrate the monastery to investigate, do you?"
"Of course not!" Franka flatly denied, "The Deep Valley Monastery is a more famous monastery of the 'God of Steam and Machinery' Church, not only has powerful extraordinary people, but also hides mysterious artifacts made by those 'craftsman' monks......
Speaking of this, Franka couldn't help but flash a pile of scraps in her mind.
She heard that although the monks here do not marry or have children, and focus on the study of steam and machinery, it does not mean that they are not close to women or men.
The "God of Steam and Machinery" church does not prohibit this!
According to rumors, some of the monks would find some street girls to soothe their spirits every once in a while, while others would find colleagues or men who had betrayed their bodies.
There is still a large part of the rest, the habit is mechanical, or really penance, can control oneself.
Of course, in similar peachy rumors, the Triers always like to exaggerate facts or add their own ideas, which is very different from the real situation.
She felt that some monks should have those problems, but they were not the mainstream, but even if they were not the mainstream, it was a very dangerous thing to sneak into the monastery as a wild extraordinary: either they would be killed by mistake by machinery, or they would be caught as experimental subjects, or they would become the playthings of those few monks, with only a very small probability of success.
In short, regardless of gender, if you haven't reached Sequence 4 or are not sure enough, don't think about sneaking into the Deep Valley Monastery.
Franka's face hidden under the hood showed a smile, and the mood explained well:
"We looked around today and didn't find any clues.
"But there is one place we haven't investigated yet."
Jian Na recalled briefly:
"That deep valley quarry?"
"Yes." Franka smiled, "We'll sneak in there tonight and do a search."
In fact, she didn't think that the two of them would gain anything, after all, the official extraordinary had already completed the investigation, and she just wanted to take Jian Na through the process and let her familiarize herself with how to deal with similar things.
"Hmm." Jian Na nodded slightly.
Franka took the opportunity to teach:
"We still have some preliminary work to do before we officially dive in.
"For the 'assassin', it is to be familiar with the environment, collect intelligence, observe the location and route, and when it comes to the 'witch' stage, you have to do a divination in advance."
Franka said as he took out a palm-sized mirror that he carried with him.
Jane suddenly concentrated.
She had long been curious about the abilities associated with the "witch" mirror.
——Previously, she assassinated Huge. Artois, after escaping to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Franka heard that she had left blood at the scene, and quickly used the "mirror stand-in" to help her cut off the occult connection between the main body and those bloods.
Franka looked around and said under the cover of the shadow of the night:
"When you become a 'witch', you will naturally be able to master the 'Magic Mirror Divination' and 'Magic Wand Divination'.
"When doing 'magic mirror divination', the most important thing is to choose the object of prayer, because the essence of 'magic mirror divination' is to use the occult symbol of the mirror to connect with unknown beings and get answers to questions from the other party.
"At that time, I will give you a few safer prayer objects, these are all verified, among them, the one with the most accurate divination results requires you to pay the corresponding price, unless the matter is particularly critical and the situation is particularly serious, I generally will not pray to him."
"What price?" Jane was aroused with curiosity.
Franka cleared her throat awkwardly and said:
"The cost that may lead to your social death may not be that serious, but it will definitely embarrass you."
She remembered the first time she prayed to that person for a "magic mirror divination", and was asked in front of the "judgment" lady, "When you comfort yourself, do you occasionally fantasize about certain men and want to try them?"
At that time, not long after she became a "witch", she was still a complete man in self-awareness, but her body became female, she was a person who loved to be new and trying, and it was inevitable that she would occasionally fantasize, and every time she felt guilty and ashamed, and as a result, she was pierced in front of a demigod, and she had to answer honestly.
To this day, when Franka recalls that scene, she still has the urge to bury her head in the sand, not listen to anything, and see nothing.
What is social death? That's what it's called!
Franka felt that she really looked for Gardner later. Martin gave it a try, and it was obviously affected by this incident, which caused a crack in her psychological defense and she gave up a little.
Humiliation...... Social Death...... You seem to have a deep understanding...... Jane was keenly aware of Franka's implication.
After muttering a few words in her heart, she didn't ask any further questions.
Franka briefly talked about the steps of "magic mirror divination", and finally started the demonstration.
She stroked the surface of the mirror with her hand and recited a certain being who had verified her safety.
When the mirror appeared with water, she asked seriously:
"Is it dangerous to explore the Deep Valley Quarry in Trier tonight?"
Because it is a question-based divination, the requirements for divination sentences are not strict.
In Jane Na's curious and expectant gaze, an old voice that seemed to come from the bottom of the river came from the mirror:
"There is a certain danger."
ps: The last three and a half days to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)