"Uh......" Franka pondered for a few seconds before saying to Janna, "In the two things of loss of control and madness, whether you are from the Orthodox Church or the wild extraordinary, you are equal, and those monks are also likely to lose control and become monsters, or have mental problems, and go to the abyss."
Jenna's expression became more solemn the more she listened.
It was not that Franka had never said similar words to her before, but she lacked substantive feelings, until she saw the secret cave in the depths of darkness and the arms and thighs on the rock wall, and associated them with loss of control and madness, and truly realized the cruelty and horror of those two words.
Lumian said:
"That's why 'acting method' is so important."
"But you always have to remember that you're just acting. As a drama actor, you should know very well that you can't be immersed in a role and can't get out, even if you are not extraordinary, then there will be mental problems." Franka and Lumian sang and started educating newcomers.
After Jian Na nodded solemnly, she returned to the disappearance of the janitor of the Deep Valley Monastery:
"My plan is to on the one hand, through our own channels, the location and situation of the secret cave have been revealed to the people of the 'Eternal Sun' Church, how they officially communicate in the future is their business, we can't control it, even if they finally choose to suppress this matter, it can be regarded as a vigilance, don't worry about big problems, on the other hand, at the next meeting, tell the client this information to see how he reacts, maybe he can give some hard work."
She chose to inform the people of the Eternal Sun Church, rather than the extraordinary people of the God of Steam and Machinery, because it was unclear which side of the internal conflict was trustworthy.
"I have no objection." After listening to Lumian and Franka talk so much, Jane Na had deeply realized the huge risks contained in this mission, and although she wanted the reward of 20,000 Felkin, she still controlled herself.
Franka turned to Lumian and said:
"That 'Harvest Festival' has found a buyer, but it has not yet been officially traded, and the price is 10,000 Felkin.
"I have already given you 4,000 before, and I will give you 1,000 in two days."
"It's very efficient." Lumian smiled and praised.
"You person, I can't tell if you are praising me or sarcastic about me." Franka muttered.
Jian Na listened with envy:
Franka and Ciel's casual deals are worth 10,000 Felkin, and her mother, even if she treats them according to the worst possible situation, their family owes up to seven or eight thousand Felkin foreign debts.
Is this the extraordinaire? Jane Na's understanding of this became clearer.
Lumian glanced at the curtains that had already been closed, did not let Jane avoid them, and said bluntly:
"I completed the final test last night and officially became a member of the core layer of the boss."
"What kind of test?" Although grievances, unwillingness and anger inevitably emerged, Franka, who had already vented once, was more curious.
Lumian from Gardner. Martin came to the Breeze Ballroom late at night and let himself go to 13 Market Avenue for the evening, talking until he avoided the abnormal pollution and waited for the sun to rise.
He concealed the existence of Thermibolus, portrayed himself as smart, decisive, sharp, and determined, judged the essence of the problem based on the slightest detail, and maintained the principle of "not responding" under various influences.
Storytelling has always been Lumian's strength.
Franka was both frightened and suspicious when she heard this:
"Did you really not waver at all at that time?"
Jian Na nodded secretly, feeling that if it were herself, she couldn't help but respond when the door opened, and Franka persisted until her face was covered in dripping blood.
Lumian laughed:
"There will definitely be wavering, but I trust my own judgment more."
Franka looked him up and down a few times, but still asked a little unconvinced:
"Did you really come up with 'don't respond' by yourself?"
"No." Lumian ended the story he had just made up with a candid attitude.
"......" Franka and Janna were stunned.
Lumian took advantage of the situation to open another topic and said with a smile:
"Are you stupid? I must have obtained the information in advance, otherwise how could I, a person who had just gotten rid of the occult illiteracy hat, think of it?
"If you also have the opportunity to go to the vigil, in addition to 'don't respond', remember to bring the mirror that can enter the world in the underground mirror, according to intelligence, the 'anomaly' at 13 Market Avenue may manifest itself differently for different routes."
Franka suddenly realized that he understood Lumian's source of intelligence.
She muttered:
"You boy, you can't find a girlfriend if you talk like this!"
She was almost provoked just now, let alone a real woman.
This also made Franka secretly relieved, feeling that Ciel, this bastard boy, should not have any relationship with the opposite sex for the time being.
Jane was annoyed by the ridicule, but she also regained a lot of confidence.
She also thought that the IQ gap between her and Ciel was so big that it could not be bridged.
Of course, Ciel's ability to firmly believe in intelligence without wavering in reality is also very admirable.
She pursed her mouth and said:
"I am becoming more and more aware of the horror of the occult world."
The anomaly at 13 Market Avenue is more frightening and terrifying than the scene inside the Deep Valley Quarry Cave.
In comparison, she was taken underground by the perverted Hedsey stun before, which was more like a criminal case.
"In the coming years, there will be more and more similar strange incidents." Franka didn't miss an opportunity to teach Jenna, trying to make her more motivated and looking forward to her promotion.
Lumian also talked about "himself" guessing that 13 Market Avenue only affects the extraordinary people of the "hunter" and "witch" paths at a non-specific time.
After discussing for a while, Franka and Jane saw that it was getting late, so they left the Golden Rooster Hotel with a stack of occult magazines and returned to White Coat Street.
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At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Lumian, who had been dressed up for a day in the Breeze Ballroom, used a public carriage to constantly change trains and arrived at the Laverny Pier in the square area, ready to listen to the bishop's sermon by Mr. "The Fool".
It was a very busy river port, full of steam ships spraying thin white mist, and a large number of dockworkers relied on various tools and their own bodies to move boxes of goods down and stack them on the surface of the flat plates erected on the tracks.
In addition to these, the dock is also lined with behemoth-like various machinery, some of which are ten or twenty meters high, purely composed of steel components, driven by giant steam engines, and under the control of technicians, a steel box that humans cannot lift is hoisted.
Lumian looked at it at a glance, only to feel that it was both messy and lively, both spectacular and dirty, full of vitality and undisguised cruelty.
He retracted his gaze and walked around the pier, without asking the foreigners who were suspected of being visitors from the sea where the "Fool" Church was, like a whim who came to visit.
The harbor is surrounded by a circle of buildings, filled with bars, hotels, warehouses, beer houses, cafes, restaurants and dance halls, and the streets are full of hawkers.
Lumian also saw frosted glass windows with green shutters.
They belong to prostitutes who operate with licenses.
After most of the turn, Lumian found Mr. "The Fool"'s church.
It was a detached building, with an ordinary appearance, like a normal four-story house renovated with a bell tower and spire.
It is all black, and the façade is carved with an occult symbol that Lumian is very familiar with:
It is the symbol of Mr. "Fool", a silvery-white symbol made up of an incomplete "pupilless eye" and a partial "twisted thread".
Looking at the two-story gate, Lumian didn't rush in and continued to walk like shopping.
As a "hunter", it is instinctive to know the details of your surroundings in advance when you have a choice.
After walking more than ten meters, he chose a bar called "Sea Breeze", intending to hear what the merchants, sailors, and citizens of the neighborhood from the sea thought about the "Fool" Church.
The "Sea Breeze" bar is decorated like a cabin, with fish specimens, rudders, sail fragments and other things hanging from the walls, and the air is filled with the smell of spirits and cheap cosmetics.
Some of those dressed as sailors sat together playing cards, some made out with street girls in the corners, and some drank and bragged loudly at the bar.
Lumian looked around and found a man who could not be ignored.
He sat on the single sofa near the bar, leaned his hands back, rested on the back of the chair, picked up oatmeal beer from time to time and took a sip, and raised his legs and rested on the edge of the small round table, his posture was quite arrogant.
What caught Lumian's attention was not this person's state, but the performance of the sailors around him.
They either deliberately avoided it or passed by with flattery and awe, even if they just chatted with the man for a few words and were joked about, it was an honor.
A big man from the sea? Famous? Lumian looked at the man casually.
In his thirties, wearing a linen shirt, brown shoulders, dark brown trousers and black leather boots, his eyebrows and hair were scorched yellow as if they had been burned by flames, his eyes were dark blue but bright, and his features were outlined like those of a southerner of Intis.
Sensing Lumian's gaze, the man smiled and raised the oatmeal beer in his hand.
Lumian smiled back, walked all the way to the bar seat, and asked for a cup of the pirate and sailors' favorite Lillanzi.
After taking a sip of the spirit full of malt aroma and searing taste, he did not hide his curiosity, pointed with his chin to the nearby single sofa, suppressed his voice, and asked the bartender:
"Who is that?"
The bartender's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked in the same low voice:
"You don't know me?"
In his opinion, not knowing that person seemed to be a very surprising thing.
ps: The last half day to ask for a monthly pass~ The chapter will be updated at 0:05 tomorrow at noon, and the one at 7 p.m. will be advanced to 12:30 noon.
(End of this chapter)