Mummified Ashes...... Lumian instantly thought of the "Highland Secret Medicine" shop in Lapps City.
"Mummy" first originated from the former Highland Kingdom, and there was a special ancient Highland word, which was translated as "mummy" by Roselle the Great.
In other words, the most authentic and oldest mummies are in the Star Plateau, which is also the largest "production area" of mummy ashes.
The more Franka spoke, the more excited she became:
"Why do you say that the men of Trier love things that can strengthen that aspect so much, even daring to eat things like mummy ashes! So that no one who really needs it can buy it!"
"Many women in Trier are also very fond of it, and hope that their husbands and lovers can behave better in bed." Lumian read the relevant reports and asked Franka curiously, "Is it really useful?"
Franka scoffed:
"I can't think of any other effect other than causing disease, uh, the role of the occult field is another matter.
"Think about it, now Mantril is full of fake mummy ashes, don't they eat very happily, and can't tell the truth from the fake?
"There are many herbs with similar effects, but once the name of mummy ashes is added, the price can increase several times, who doesn't do this?
"Don't overestimate the conscience of those merchants, grinding the bones of dead rats into powder, adding herbs, and selling them as mummy ashes, I have heard people complain at many occult gatherings.
"I just, uh, I didn't have extraordinary abilities before, and when I was still working hard, I saw the owner of the café using chicory to make fake coffee, and later, he was reluctant to even use chicory, and collected coffee grounds, animal bile, and even brick ash and soot instead, believe me, as long as you have been to the back kitchen of some restaurants and cafes, you will want to hang the boss on the gallows, those snail shells have been used again and again, constantly picked up from the garbage heap, stuffed with materials, and served to new customers......"
Franka chattered a lot, venting her frustration that counterfeit and shoddy products were hindering her extraordinary career.
When she finished speaking, Lumian asked with certainty:
"Have you finished digesting your 'witch' magic potion?"
"That's a very early time, have you ever seen me play a 'witch' during this time?" Franka's mood returned to normal and she replied a little proudly.
Lumian thoughtfully changed the subject:
"You seem to look down on the 'Rose School' for causing terror in the northern continent, and even ridicule them for preventing the people of the southern continent from resisting colonization? I don't understand your logic very well, shouldn't you resist and retaliate if you are bullied?"
"Yes, if it's just for the pleasure of revenge, for the pleasure of pleasure, there's no problem in doing so at all." Franka walked to the window of Lumian's bedroom, looked at the dock and yard obscured by the building, and said with unfocused eyes, "But if you want to lead the people of the southern continent to drive out the colonists, such an action will only have the opposite effect.
Seeing that Lumian was still puzzled, Franka pointed out the window:
"There are a lot of workers, a lot of coolies, they work hard every day, sleep in a room full of bed bugs, and it is already very difficult to keep their family alive, are they colonists? Did they get benefits from the colony? Yes, their jobs may be brought by colonial trade, but without the colony, will they lose their jobs when they enter a normal state of trade? I don't think so, the biggest possibility is that they still have such a job that barely supports themselves, and the bosses lose excess profits.
"They have their own demands, they have a tendency to change the current society, and they often join the various marches and protests of the citizens of Trier, and they have strong dissatisfaction with the government.
"There are many similar people in Trier, and some of them are very sympathetic to the colonized South Continental people for various reasons.
"A philosopher Wang in my hometown once said that when we do things, we must clearly distinguish who is our friend and who is our enemy.
"The philosopher king even forbade his intelligence officers to carry out assassinations and retaliation, let alone create terrorist incidents."
Franka came back to her senses and added with bright eyes:
"As long as you can find more friends, isolate the enemy to the greatest extent, and ignite that little fire, no matter how small or sporadic the flames are, they can eventually ignite the entire field!"
Who are our friends and who are our enemies...... Find allies and isolate enemies...... No matter how small or sporadic the flames are, they can ignite the entire field...... No matter how small or sporadic the flames are, they can ignite the entire field...... Lumian felt shaken and his vision was opened up, and he repeatedly chewed on the words Franca said.
Especially the last sentence, he has a new understanding of "arsonist", and his first role rule is about to come out.
After more than ten seconds, Lumian nodded solemnly:
"I agree with you now, the 'Rose School' creating terrorist incidents is a very stupid act, a decision made after filling the brain with desire, uh, as a believer in the 'Mother Tree of Desire', this is also normal."
Franka curled his mouth:
"If the 'Rose School' focuses on assassinating colonial generals, members of Congress, and high-ranking government officials, and focuses on destroying battleships, arms warehouses, and arsenals, I won't laugh at them, but they want to engage in blood sacrifices every once in a while, and they want to kill a large number of people regardless of their status.
"This is a very typical case of pushing sympathizers to the opposite side." Lumian commented pertinently.
Franka said again in a disdainful tone:
"These madmen not only engage in blood sacrifices in the countries of the northern continent, but also in the southern continent, where they can exert influence, often turning villages into no-man's land.
Lumian nodded lightly and said:
"I was taken to the Star Plateau by that lady just now, and I met a merchant who sold mummies.
The lady...... Franka suddenly realized, didn't ask, and thought for a while:
"Not for the time being, Trier just has a lot of fakes, it doesn't mean there are no real ones, let's try to find it first, if it really can't work, then go to the South Continent."
"But I hope you can be promoted to Sequence 6 within a week and become a 'Witch of Joy'." Lumian said frankly.
"Huh?" Franka was confused.
Who is going to be promoted?
Lumian didn't hide it, and said directly:
"A prophet told me that Guillaume. Benet will appear in the Red Princess District next week, I want to find him, catch him, and this needs the help of more friends, the boss has promised to help me find someone, the stronger you are, we will round up Guillaume. The higher the probability of Bennet's success."
"You boy, learn and use it now." Franka said funny, "You really don't treat me as an outsider now, and you don't ask me if I agree to help and make a request."
"Isn't this just asking?" Lumian responded with a smile.
Franka pondered:
"Wait a few more days, if you haven't bought the real mummy ashes yet, go to the Southern Continent to look for them, didn't I tell you? If you can't trouble the Major Arcana cards, try not to trouble the Major Arcana cards."
"Okay." Lumian actually has a similar view, but he doesn't miss every opportunity to pick wool, otherwise, he directly asks the "magician" lady to help deal with Guillaume. Benet is definitely the best choice.
Without the ability to deal with problems independently, subordinates who only know that troublesome bosses will be abandoned sooner or later!
Moreover, the internal guideline of the Tarot Society is "equivalent exchange", what kind of price should you pay for asking demigod-level Major Arcana card holders for help?
After chatting for a while, Franka, who was about to leave, looked at the window and suddenly spoke:
"Although Gardner. Martin already knows the situation and has made preparations, but you can't be careless and can't put your hopes completely on him, the 'Rose School' is a very old secret organization, and it must have all kinds of abilities."
Why do you suddenly say this...... Lumian was stunned for a moment, and said very cooperatively:
"The boss is at least a 'conspirator', and he doesn't know how many traps he has dug in secret, just waiting for the people of the 'Rose School' to come."
On this topic, the two of them communicated while leaving the bedroom and entering the aisle.
Only then did Franka suppress his voice and say:
"I just felt that the glass of your window was a bit abnormal, and I suspect there is a 'resentful spirit'."
The "resentful soul" of the "Rose School"? Franka relies on the "witch's" mastery of the mirror to discover something unusual? Lumian's spirit instantly tensed, and he nodded lightly as usual, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary topic.
He watched Franka turn into the café, and after leaving the Breeze Ballroom, he walked out of the aisle, sat down to his old seat as usual, and drank the strong coffee.
After a full hour, Lumian relaxed a little, feeling that the "resentful spirit" had left, and focused his observation on the boss Gardner. Martin and possible traps.
For the next few days, Lumian spent all the time in this rather suspicious state, and from time to time he felt that eyes were looking at him in the glass window of the room and in the mirror of the bathroom, but nothing happened.
Finally, he waited for the day when Mr. K promised to give him a reward.
As he descended the stairs of the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian met a strange woman.
She is wearing a long lake blue dress, her brown hair is naturally loose, her brown eyes have a unique sense of wandering, her appearance is above average, her cheeks are plump, and her temperament is detached.
As Lumian passed by the front desk, he casually asked Mrs. Firth:
"The young lady just now is a new tenant?"
The chubby Mrs. Firth showed a flattering smile:
"No, it's Miss Saffari who lives in room 309, who followed a painter to a small seaside town as a mannequin and only came back today.
"It's really enviable, her job allows her to go on vacation to the beach."
That mannequin? Lumian nodded, walked out of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and took a public carriage to the boulevard area.
(End of this chapter)