The layout of the Red House Cafe is very small-town and country-like, with enamel tableware, a ceiling with beams, a small lattice tablecloth and decorative paintings with wooden frames, making it look simple and elegant, which is completely different from the gorgeous and fashionable appearance.
Franka asked for a cup of fragrant Intis coffee and sat by the window, basking in the sun.
She scanned casually and observed the few customers and waiters:
Most of them were women, especially the waiters, and there was not a single man, neatly dressed, elegantly behaved, and obviously had received special training.
Among the three female customers, one was elderly, gray-haired, plainly dressed, and greeted pedestrians passing by the window from time to time, seemingly belonging to a local resident, one was about thirty years old, wearing a black hat with a veil beside him, wearing a blueish tunic skirt, and his facial features were relatively ordinary. The color of the skirt is very plain, and the temperament is quite quiet.
Except for the local old lady, the other two looked like participants in a happy party...... Franka retracted her gaze, feeling that the first floor with a dozen or twenty tables did not look like a private party venue.
She suspected that it was either in the basement or upstairs closer to the red mushroom cover roof.
From the position where Franka was sitting, he could easily see the situation at the door, and the big brown and yellow dog that Lumian had turned into was lying there quietly, watching every human entering and leaving the Red House Cafe and the customers and waiters inside like basking in the sun.
No one cares about the wild dogs on the side of such a road, except for stray dogs passing nearby.
It grinned at Lumian, who occupied its daily position, and roared repeatedly.
Lumian was very helpless, he couldn't really fight another dog in the state of a dog, right?
For him, this is not a big problem, and he doesn't care much about his face, but the important thing is that the "Animal Making Technique" seals most of his extraordinary abilities, and even his strength is limited to the level of a dog.
Of course, with the size of the big dog he has now become, it is easy to bully a small and medium-sized canine creature, but now the guy who is baring his teeth and claws is also huge, just thin.
Fight! Fight! Seeing this scene through the window, Franka suddenly became excited and couldn't control her emotions.
But well, she didn't want to control it, it's rare for Lumian to encounter this kind of embarrassment and not to be embarrassed, how can she not watch the excitement well?
Lumian, who was lying by the door, raised his right palm, no, his right front leg, based on the experience of the last time, a trace of spirit was separated, spreading to the palm.
A slight sense of madness and the smell of blood that only Lumian could smell appeared in this extremely small area.
The big brown-haired dog, which was so thin that he could see the bones, was stunned and fled with his tail between his legs.
"Uh...... Profit point! Why did you run away?" Franka in the Red House Cafe was disappointed.
She couldn't figure out why the dog was suddenly afraid of Lumian.
That "hunter" can't use his abilities, at most he can exude a provocative aura!
At the same time, Lumian laughed at himself in his heart:
"If the 'Blood Emperor' knew that I was using his breath to scare the dogs, would he peel off my skin?"
After such an episode, Franka turned his attention back into the café.
She follows the descriptions in fashion magazines, drinks coffee elegantly based on her life experience over the past year, and does daily movements that show off her feminine charm from time to time.
She felt that almost everyone in the café was looking at her, some were quiet and very hidden, and some were open-minded and even smiled kindly at her.
The elderly local old lady smiled at Franka, took the honey-grilled chicken wings on her plate, and walked out of the Red House Cafe.
She stopped in front of Lumian and said to herself with a slight surprise:
"Changed one......"
Lumian suddenly had a bad premonition, watching the old lady squat down and bring the brownish-yellow grilled chicken wings to her mouth.
He hesitated for a second, and like a real dog, bit the chicken wings, began to gnaw, and let the old lady stroke his furry head.
To be honest, he was still a little uncomfortable with the way canine creatures eat, but fortunately, the old lady got up and left after two strokes.
In the Red House Cafe, Franka watched Lumian tear the chicken wings awkwardly, unable to endure the amplified emotions, and laughed with a slight tremor in her body.
If it weren't for the scruples about her image, she would have leaned forward and backward hahaha.
She also wanted to take some food out and feed Lumian!
Without deliberately imitating anymore, Franka, who naturally showed her own state, looked more attractive to others in the café.
The mysterious charm of black hair and brown eyes, and her elegant and casual behavior make her attractive from other women.
At this moment, a woman in a light-colored hunting suit returned from the racecourse near the Eastern Rhône forest on a brown horse and stopped in front of the Red House café.
She neatly turned over and dismounted, taking off the hat on her head.
The long orange-red hair immediately broke free from the restraints and fell like a waterfall, giving that clean and pure delicate face a little more distinction.
The hunting woman tied up her horse, took a riding whip, entered the Red House Cafe, and walked towards the young woman with a quiet temperament and good looks.
Franka had stopped laughing at Lumian, and she felt that the new woman was more like a party participant than everyone else here.
Although she is the most beautiful, her facial features are the most exquisite, and she still looks innocent, but she has the temperament to play a man.
In women's happy parties, such people must exist.
Franka raised her right hand and lifted her black hair that fell to her lips, showing off her feminine charm without a trace.
The woman with long orange-red hair was subconsciously looking at everyone in the café, but at this time, she was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she was amazed.
But Lumian, who was lying quietly at the door, found that the woman in hunting clothes frowned slightly after being amazed.
She retracted her gaze and continued to walk towards the quiet woman with wavy curly hair, lowered her head and teased her a few words.
Then, the two of them had a casual conversation while walking down the wooden stairs to the second floor.
Franka stared at them out of the corner of her eye, probably having some guesses in her heart:
These two are likely to be participants in the women's happy party, but I don't know if they belong to "this moment" or "daffodils".
Franka sipped her coffee slowly without making any attempts.
After more than half an hour, she saw that the two still hadn't come down, so she took the initiative to leave her seat and walked out of the Red House Cafe normally.
She planned to stop here today, and if she was too eager to get in touch, she would definitely be suspected.
She plans to fake the identity of a person who lives in the nearby marina of Laverny, and then come to Chaylot every two or three days, or even more often, after all, this is a famous wine region, the scenery is also good, and many tourists come every day, which must be very attractive to a lady who has just moved to the surrounding area.
Lumian was still lying quietly at the door of the Red House Cafe, as if he had nothing to do with Franca.
Almost at the same time, he looked around and saw the beautiful girl with long orange red hair standing behind a glass window on the second floor.
She quietly stared at Franka's back, her expression was not the yearning of people who love the same sex, but seriousness, vigilance and thoughtfulness.
Why is there such a reaction? She found out that something was wrong with Franka? How did you find it? Lumian stood up like the sun in confusion, and went around to the alley between the Red House Cafe and the side buildings.
This is closer to the direction Franka left from.
Soon, the woman in hunting clothes with long orange red hair appeared behind the glass window on the side of the second floor.
She looked around and saw that no one was paying attention here, only a big brown dog was sleeping in the corner, so she gently pushed open the window and fell into the alley like a feather.
Immediately afterwards, this girl with a clean face and a pure temperament hid in the shadows.
The "drowsy" Lumi quietly watched this scene, and thoughts in her mind electrified:
"Feather fall...... Shadows lurk...... Beautiful appearance...... Outstanding charm...... Is this a 'witch'?
"It is precisely because she herself is also a 'witch' that she noticed something abnormal from Franka's appearance and charm, and decided to follow and observe?"
Lumian stood up, spread his four legs, and followed Franka from a distance in a walk-like manner.
As for the woman in hunting clothes with long orange red hair, she was always hidden in the shadows, and Lumian had no way to determine her location, only that she must be not far from Franca.
Franca was in no hurry to leave the town of Chayo, like a real tourist, visiting the nearest vineyard, tasting the free red wine in the store, and buying some local specialties.
Almost noon, she entered the department store of this wealthy town and tried on different styles of women's clothing.
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Lumian lost sight of Franca, and then saw the clean-looking hunting woman come out of the shadows in the corner of the department store and look around.
She was also dumped by Franka.
Lumian's naïve dog had a relieved smile on his face.
Getting rid of the imaginary stalker is the last link of today's action, and Franca, who is assisted by "lies" and can also anti-divination, has done a great job!
She must have just used the shoppers here to try on clothes, changed her image, and left openly.
When the hunting woman searched to no avail and returned to the Red House Cafe, Lumian also left the town of Chayo and headed towards the Erato District.
He wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was still a dog to survey the environment around Red Swanstein Castle.
——Guillaume. Bennet's "Animal Creation Technique" can last for seven days, and will naturally be canceled when the time comes, and the ritual must be re-held.
As Lumian expected, Red Swan Castle was the beige castle stained with a lot of ancient blood in his nightmare, standing quietly on top of a hill, surrounded by a small river.
Lumian circled around here a few times, all the way to the nearest church building, the Monastery of the Sacred Heart of the Church of the Eternal Sun.
Under the green trees that blocked the sun, he squatted quietly, looking at the magnificent building with multiple spires and large golden colors.
Looking around, Lumian found a big golden retriever dog more than ten meters away, also squatting and looking at the Sacred Heart Monastery.
(End of this chapter)