"Only death lasts forever?"
Both Lumian and Jane didn't quite understand what they saw and what they heard, and at the same time set their sights on Franka.
Seeing that Salente had finished his salute and finished praying, Franka left the door of the basement, and the picture in the mirror returned to darkness, and the divination was over, and he said thoughtfully:
"It seems to be a member of the "Spiritual Order"."
"Spiritual Order"? Lumian had seen the name of this secret organization in Auror's sorcery notes, and knew that their source was the royal family of the Byron Empire in the southern continent and the believers of the ancient "god of death", whose goal seemed to be to awaken or resurrect the "god of death", drive away the colonists, and rebuild the Byron Empire.
Because Aurore's understanding of the "Spiritual Order" is very broad, and there are no details such as well-known people and prayer methods, Lumian is unclear about anything else.
"Spiritual Order?" Jane did not hide her lack of knowledge in this area.
Franka briefly talked about the situation of the "Spirit Order", which was generally consistent with what Lumian knew.
She concluded:
"In the Southern Continent, the status of the 'Spirit Order' and the 'Rose School' is similar, but they rarely engage in blood sacrifices and rarely create terrorist incidents.
"Well, the current leader of the 'Spirit Order' is a demigod nicknamed 'The Pale Empress'."
"Pale Queen"? If the "Spiritual Order" and the "Rose School" are close in strength, the "Pale Queen" is likely to be an angel...... Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his head, not having the energy to do more analysis.
Jian Na glanced in the direction of the "Highland Secret Medicine" store suspiciously:
"That boss just now was from Intis, why did he join the 'Spiritual Order'?"
The idea of the "Spiritual Order" is to drive out the colonists and rebuild the Byron Empire, and Intis is one of the colonists who occupied Cybyron.
If Salente is a commoner like Jane living in Trier who has no clear concept of colonial interests, it is understandable that he joined the "Spiritual Order" out of sympathy, but he has lived in the southern continent for more than ten years, and he has gained many conveniences and benefits by virtue of his status as an Intis, and he would actually oppose this situation that was beneficial to him.
Franka muttered:
"Who knows, there are too many possibilities, for example, being caught and forced to convert, being controlled by occult forces, for example, being lured by interests, falling deeper and deeper step by step, and eventually becoming a devout believer, for example, being saved by a well-meaning 'death' believer, gradually changing cognition.
"No matter what, the 'Spiritual Order' is quite smart for a real North Continental person to come to the Star Plateau to open a secret medicine shop, sell mummies, and act as eyeliner, at least he will not be easily suspected."
Seeing that Lumian looked very tired, Franka didn't say any more, found a nearby hotel and opened a room.
When Lumian woke up from his sleep, the sun passed through the glass window and shone on the faces of Franka and Jane at the table, the high white clouds were like cotton, and the blue sky was clear.
Franka and Jane nibbled on a taco sprinkled with spices wrapped in beef and mutton cubes, and a fork with roasted onions, potatoes, corn and various meats, and a drink with the sweet aroma of corn was placed in front of them.
"You guys are having a good time." Lumian turned over and sat up, laughing.
Franka said vaguely with food in her mouth:
"It's rare to get Star Plateau once, and things are done, of course you have to relax.
"What is this called? This is called, this is called...... Cheng, forget it, you can understand what I mean by yourself!"
She hesitated for a long time without organizing the corresponding language, and finally chose to give up and concentrate on eating cakes.
Jian Na pointed to her right hand and said:
"We brought you lunch."
It was a fried beef strip sprinkled with red sauce and a faint aroma of wine.
"I thought you would be worried about the language barrier and dare not go out." Lumian sat down and quickly filled his hungry stomach.
Last time, he found that there were fewer locals who could speak Intes than those who didn't, and this kind of "will" was often limited to barely understanding and simple communication.
Franka swallowed the burrito in his mouth, took a sip of hot corn juice and said:
"Body language is the language of the world."
Jianna helped with a funny look on her face, adding:
"I can't describe how good Franka is, she can also learn pigs, cows and sheep to tell stall owners who don't understand Intes what kind of meat she wants.
"However, the nobles here are different from what I imagined, they are more like people from the Northern Continent than their compatriots."
The three of them had a leisurely lunch and chatted about what they had seen, as if they had a real vacation.
…………
Late at night, in the Honest Market area, in the Lister Pier, in the abandoned building that Lumian had set on fire.
Worried that promotion in the apartment would bring abnormal changes, causing unnecessary reactions from nearby residents, Franka followed Lumian's advice and chose this no-man's land.
She quickly created the "Spiritual Wall" and took out the ashes of the mummy that had been burned by Lumian.
Lumian and Jane stood a little further away, watching Franka skillfully mix the magic potion, and raised their heads to drink it.
After a short pause, Franka's face distorted, as if in extreme pain.
Immediately afterwards, her flaxen hair tied into a ponytail broke free from her restraints, was held by an invisible force, floated up, and stretched out in all directions.
The hair became more and more dense, longer, and more blurred, and quickly filled the area wrapped in the "spiritual wall", like a primeval forest made of filaments.
Witnessing this scene, Jane once again felt the magic and weirdness of the magic potion.
Blocked by her hair, both she and Lumian lost Franka's figure and could only patiently wait for the anomaly to subside.
Maybe only a few tens of seconds, maybe more than two minutes, they finally saw the long blurred flaxen hair disappear, and the rest retracted back to Franka's body.
Franka happily turned her body sideways, looked at the two companions with lake-colored eyes, and said:
"It's going well.
"If you want to be promoted in the future, it will be very troublesome and difficult."
For some reason, for the first time, Jane felt that Franka's floral women's shirt and the off-white breeches she often wore were extremely suitable for her, outlining a certain beauty that was difficult to express in words.
After Franka adapted to the power of the "Joy Witch" for a while, Lumian and Jane finally calmed down the throbbing in their hearts and felt that their feelings were much more normal.
After packing up her things and removing the "spiritual wall", Franka walked up to the two of them with a smile, her eyes bright, like a lake of light.
"What are the general improvements?" Lumian asked without avoiding suspicion at all.
You always need to understand the rough situation before you can cooperate!
Franka's eyes rolled and she said with a smile:
"You guess."
"I'm not a 'witch', how can I guess?" As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly frowned.
He felt like his legs and body were being entangled in layers of something invisible!
With a sudden, crimson fire emerged from Lumian's body, igniting those strange things.
It was only then that he and Jian Na saw the invisible thin threads that were passively dyed crimson, they were very similar to transparent spider silk.
"Now you know, right?" Franka chuckled, and asked Lumian and Jane with narrow eyes, "Do you want to try something else?"
"Don't!"
"No."
Both Janna and Lumian felt something strange and answered in unison.
Franka then smiled:
"Do you really not want to try? I can let you experience true joy through simple contact."
"Zhen!" Jane instinctively took a step back and burst into foul language.
Lumian looked at Franka, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this guy was playing tricks or really had some ideas.
Well, the target should be Jenna...... I also don't rule out the possibility of using simple contact to make me embarrassed...... As Lumian's thoughts turned, Franka's expression became calm and she said very seriously:
"In addition to the two I just mentioned, my 'Black Flame', 'Frost', 'Curse' abilities and 'Mirror Magic' have all been effectively enhanced, and they can be combined with each other, for example, using mirrors to lock on targets and rely on 'Black Flame' to complete curses, for example, in addition to 'Mirror Stand-in' and 'Wand Stand-in', there is sorcery to defend against fatal damage and initial recovery.
"The abilities related to 'assassin' and 'instigator' have also been improved."
She said very briefly, but only mentioned the general situation and did not elaborate on it.
Lumian nodded, reviewed Franka's various performances just now, and asked thoughtfully:
"And there are abilities similar to charm?"
Franka smiled and said nothing.
After observing carefully for a while, Jian Na had something else to gain, she pointed at Franka and said:
"You are more beautiful!"
There are no obvious flaws in the combination of individual facial features and the whole, and there seems to be brilliance overflowing between words and demeanor, which is an atmospheric, flamboyant, and unabashed beauty.
"Really?" Franka was also quite surprised by this.
Lumian couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his chin:
When the "Hidden Sword" lady reaches the sequence 5 and the sequence 4, will she really choose "Predator"?
On the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian suddenly remembered something and asked in a low voice:
"Thermipoulus, what is the name of the latter gift of the 'Godfather'?"
Thermipolos remained silent and did not answer.
Lumian immediately sneered:
"It's okay, when I find the priest of the parish, he will tell me."
Although it is not a good idea to catch Guillaume. Bene, he is not particularly sure, but he must be confident enough at times like this.
…………
The day of the prophecy will come soon.
Red Princess District, the intersection of City Wall Street and White Horse Street.
Dressed in a white shirt, black vest, brown trousers, and strapless leather shoes, Lumian easily jumped off the public carriage, raised his head, and set his sights on the neighborhood ahead that seemed to have not yet woken up.
(End of this chapter)