Chapter 365 Lies
Lumian didn't immediately touch the silver-white mask, opened the letter, and read the beautiful font that was different from the "magician" lady:
"It's a promised reward.
"'Lies':
"It allows you to truly change your appearance, adjust your body within a certain range, and change your height.
"At the same time, it allows you to manipulate fire like a 'magician,' deflect damage, and have a decent sense of danger to improve your balance and agility.
"It can be changed at will, it can be anything you want.
"When you wear it, your emotions are amplified, and you have to know how to control yourself, otherwise there will be a lot of problems.
"Also, remember:
"Don't get lost in lies."
"Can you actually carry it with you without being affected?" After reading the contents of the letter, Lumian's first reaction was not to be pleased that the effect of the "lie" met his needs, but to marvel at the negative effects of this magical item that were weaker than he imagined.
You have to wear it to amplify your emotions!
In other words, Lumian can carry it inside a container such as a bag purse and carry it with him all the time without suffering any side effects.
Compared with "lies", "decent" is sunk in strong liquor, and it is quite troublesome to use and store.
After sighing, Lumian couldn't help but laugh at himself:
"Why is it a negative effect that affects emotions?
"If you combine it like this, even if it's a 'dervish monk', it will explode on the spot......"
The dark erosion from contract creatures, stemming from the fluctuations of desire for "torture", was caused by the "Blood Emperor" Alistair. The "gifts" given by Tudor will eventually affect emotions, plus "lies", which is definitely the effect of "1111" greater than "4".
Lumian, who has just returned to a more normal state after psychotherapy, feels that if he doesn't want to experience or show true madness and go to the abyss of loss of control, it is best not to let the "torture" gloves and "lies" work at the same time.
"'Lies' are used to participate in the 'Curly Baboon Research Society', which is mainly for gatherings and communication, and does not require 'torture', other times, I have 'Nyse's Face' instead of 'Lies'......" Lumian thought for a while and threw the satchel containing the "torture" gloves on the bed.
After doing this, he picked up the silver-white "lie" mask and covered it on his face.
The mask suddenly melted, and mercury penetrated into Lumian's skin and wrapped around his head.
In an instant, everything began to reorganize, and Lumian's outline lines and facial features were quickly adjusted.
Before long, the silver-white liquid seemed to be completely absorbed and seemed to evaporate on its own, and Lumian's complexion became normal, much whiter than before.
Then, his body suddenly became a little shorter, and his white shirt was tightly supported by his bulging chest.
Lumian lowered his head, looked at it for a few seconds, and said to himself silently:
"Shortening and increasing height can only be within 10 centimeters......
"I used to be 1.76 meters, only 8 centimeters taller than Aurore, but now I'm 1.81 meters, well, the 3 centimeter gap is okay, most people can't see it, and it is very normal for people to find special shoes to make themselves look taller, whether it is a man or a woman......
"Sound can also be imitated, which is part of truly changing one's appearance......"
Lumian dragged his loose pants and a very tight shirt, walked out of room 207, walked into the bathroom, and set his sights on the mirror there.
In the mirror, a beautiful girl was reflected, with long and thick blonde hair, light blue eyes, a tall and delicate nose, and red lips that were neither thick nor thin, as bright as the morning sun.
The details of her facial features and the lines of her face were still being fine-tuned, and it took dozens of seconds for them to be completely finalized.
Lumian stared at the girl in the mirror in a daze, his eyes gradually softened, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
After a few seconds, he laughed softly:
"Long time no see, Aurore."
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Returning from Spring Street, Franca opened the door of Apartment 601 with light steps.
What caught her eye was a face exactly like herself:
Linen ponytail, bright and smiling lake-colored eyes, brown eyebrows flying into the temples, rosy and thin lips......
Franka's spirit tightened, and he blurted out:
"Who are you and why are you pretending to be me?"
That Franka also pointed at her and said:
"Who are you, why are you pretending to be me?"
Franka laughed angrily, wrapping the "spider silk" that was quietly released when she was talking just now towards the counterfeit product.
With a sudden, a crimson fire burst out, igniting the invisible silk threads around it.
Franka suddenly realized, pointed to the fake Franka and said:
"Okay, you six-eared macaque, you actually came to pretend to be me!"
The fake Franka's face wriggled and changed back to Lumian's.
His body rose a lot.
After removing the "lie" that was used as an earring, Lumian asked curiously:
"What is a macaque with six ears?"
Franka hesitated to hide it, but then she remembered that Lumian knew everything she should know, and there was no need to hide this little detail.
She immediately replied:
"There are many myths and legends in your sister's hometown, and the six-eared macaque is one of them, it can hear all your secrets and become exactly like you."
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, Franka asked excitedly:
"Have you found a magical item that can change your appearance and figure?"
"Didn't you see me hurt?" Lumian raised his left palm wrapped in several white bandages, "I took the commission of Ms. 'Justice' and helped her go to the fourth floor of the catacombs to get something, and the reward was this, 'lie'."
As he spoke, Lumian's right hand threw the magical item in the shape of an earring.
"That's right." Franka guessed yesterday that Lumian's visit to the catacombs was probably an arrangement for the "Tarot Society", so she didn't ask in front of Jenna.
She inquired curiously:
"What is it?"
Lumian thought for a while and found that neither Ms. "Magician", "Ms. Justice", nor Ms. "Hela" asked for confidentiality, so he replied directly:
"The spring of the Samaritan woman."
"Is there really a 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain'?" Franka was startled.
She had also read Trier's messy occult magazines, heard rumors of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", and went to the catacombs to find the one named by the administrators, but found nothing magical.
"Yes." Lumian thought about it, "In the depths of the catacombs, it is related to the Trier of the Fourth Age."
"Is it magical?" Franka asked with bright eyes.
Lumian glanced at her:
"Magical, but only for the extraordinary of the 'corpse collector', 'warrior' and 'sleeper' path, if you want to try, there is only one result, that is, forget who you used to be, forget the hometown you have always talked about, and become a real Trier witch from now on."
Franka shuddered and shook her head subconsciously:
"What's the difference between that and being dead?"
She no longer asked about the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" and said with great interest:
"Can you change into a 'Muggle'? Let me see."
Lumian looked at Franka for a few seconds, and finally put on the silver-white earrings again.
Soon, Aurore, dressed in a white shirt, black vest and simple trousers, appeared in front of Franka's eyes.
"Wow!" Franka exclaimed, "More beautiful than I imagined!"
"Is this the point?" Lumian asked rhetorically in Aurore's voice.
Franka smiled embarrassedly:
"I'm not sure how much this is worse than a real 'Muggle', but we all disguise ourselves when we gather, and that's enough."
Lumian changed back to his original appearance, took off the "Lies" earrings, and said:
"I have already written to Ms. 'Hela', and she said that she will notify me at the next party and take me there."
Franka retracted her gaze a little disappointed:
"Then I don't have to worry about it, well, I'll tell you about the different ways of gathering and the characteristics of the members of the research group......"
It wasn't until noon that Franka finished the "make-up class".
Seeing that Lumian was about to leave, she hesitated and said:
"Well, can you become like me again?"
Lumian frowned in confusion and did not refuse.
It didn't take long for him to turn into another Franka with references.
Franka stared at her face, seemingly a little intoxicated.
Suddenly, she stretched out her right hand and touched Lumian's cheek.
"Hey!" Lumian took a step back.
Franka woke up and said with a smile:
"The feeling of a real person and a mirror is different.
"However, I always feel that you are still a little worse, but I can't say that you are worse."
"Is it missing the charm of women?" Lumian thought for a second and asked with a smile.
"Maybe." Franka exhaled and watched Lumian walk towards the door.
As soon as Lumian opened the door, he heard the "Witch of Joy" shouting from behind:
"Zhen, were you scolding me covertly just now?
"What a woman's charm!"
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In the Breeze Ballroom, as soon as Lumian sat down, Sakota approached with a wanted notice and said:
"Those black dogs have been asking around with it for the past two days."
Lumian glanced at it and found that it was his wanted notice.
He smiled indifferently:
"It's okay, let them find it."
Sakota didn't say much and instead reminded Lumian:
"The boss asked you to go to Quanquan Street today."
What is the matter? Lumian nodded thoughtfully.
It was almost evening when he arrived at No. 11 Spring Street in the memorial parish.
The lawn here seems to have been devastated, and the halls filled with weapons and armor are even more badly damaged.
Meet Gardner. After Martin, Lumian did not hide his doubts:
"Did something happen?"
Gardner seems to have a radiant overflowing face. Martin smiled slightly:
"Following up on the last 'werewolf' incident, they made a sneak attack and were repulsed, suffering a little loss."
The "Rose School" finally stepped on the boss's trap? Lumian saw Gardner. Martin didn't want to say more, so he asked instead:
"Boss, what are you looking for me for?"
Gardner. Martin took out an exquisite invitation:
"Count Puiver invites you to his Red Swanstein Castle for a salon this weekend."
Red Swan Castle? Lumian frowned slightly.
(End of this chapter)