Are the dogs near this monastery so religious? Lumian retracted his gaze and scolded.
He then left the woods.
For him, what he needed to master was the route from Rosswanstein Castle to the Sacred Heart Monastery, as well as the environment that could be used on the way, and he didn't care at all about what the Sacred Heart Abbey looked like and whether there was anything special about it.
By three or four o'clock in the afternoon, he touched the terrain around Red Swan Castle and found several escape routes that could be used in case of emergency, some of which belonged to the main road, next to the freight railway, and some needed to cross woods, lakes or hills, which were not only relatively hidden, but also had many natural traps.
Lumian originally considered whether to infiltrate the Red Swanstein Castle in the form of a dog, but later discovered that the guards there were very tight, and if stray dogs dared to approach, they would inevitably be killed.
"It's a pity, the 'Animal Making Technique' can only turn into larger animals, and the implicit requirement is that the fur can wrap up the curled humans, otherwise, I can turn into a mouse, if you don't believe me, you can still guard against it!" Lumian left the area with emotion and found a nearby no-man's place.
Then, he spiritually shook the air inside the dog's skin and said two Hermetic words vaguely:
"Your Excellency, Archbishop!"
It is not difficult for Lumian to make a sound in this way, but the difficult thing is that he is sealed by the "Animal Creation Technique", and his spirituality is also limited, and he cannot extend his body and dog skin, and the number has become very scarce, so the corresponding voice will be confined to the dog skin, and others cannot hear it, and he can recite the spell to lift the spell without being able to say a few words.
The dark light flashed, and the brownish-yellow dog skin cracked from it, revealing Lumian's body.
Lumian crawled out, folded the fur, and held it in his arms.
It no longer possessed any supernatural powers, and it had to be used with the help of rituals to function again, and Lumian had no idea of discarding it, after all, such a complete and large dog skin was hard to find.
"There is still a ceremonial dog skin left, so I have to save some money." Lumian muttered as he followed the familiar path to the nearest town.
In a metropolis like Trier, ceremonial dog skins are more practical than ceremonial sheepskin and ceremonial cowhide, if you put on the latter two and become the corresponding animals, Lumian will become the focus of the public, and it will not achieve the effect of avoiding attention.
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When Lumian returned to Apartment 601, 3 White Coat Street, it was already dark.
Franka changed back into her usual outfit, sat cross-legged in the easy chair, staring at the "lie" necklace placed in the corner of the coffee table with a vigilant expression, as if the other party would jump up at any time and give her two strokes.
"What's wrong?" Lumian, who closed the door of the false room, put away the "lie" casually.
Franka's expression changed a few times, and he said with a "hey":
"After I came back, I was idle and tried to fine-tune my face, but it turned out to be ......"
Speaking of this, she sighed with fear and reminiscence:
"I'm fascinated by myself in the mirror!
"I've never seen such a perfect woman, just by looking at her face, I can look at it for a whole day, no, for a lifetime!"
Lumian thought for a moment and said:
"It's okay to lie to deceive others, don't deceive yourself."
"I understand, but the effect of 'Witch of Pleasure' and 'Lies' is really strong." Franka said sincerely, "I finally controlled myself, forcibly took off the necklace, and threw it on the coffee table, well, my addiction also has the relationship of amplifying emotions, but I still can't help but reminisce, I can't help but want to try again, hehe, my soul has withstood the test."
After not seeing the "lie" necklace, Franka obviously relaxed and said with a smile:
"You were just playing, uh, using your sister's language habits to warn me?"
"Yes, prepare for your meeting." Lumian didn't hide that he had been practicing Aurore's way of speaking lately.
Franka nodded lightly and said:
"It's quite natural, if it's always at this level, it's not a problem to hide it from them."
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, the "Witch of Joy" teased and said:
"How does honey-grilled chicken wings taste?"
"It's okay." Lumian commented pertinently.
Franka asked with interest and a little teasing:
"Could it be a dog's sense of taste? Has your sense of smell improved?"
"It will have a certain impact, but it will not completely become a dog, and it still retains a large part of human feelings." Lumian gave the answer with an experimental attitude.
"What about other aspects?" Franka asked further.
Lumian recalled and said:
"Other aspects? It's more like my soul is stuffed into a real dog, and everything I do will be restricted and affected by my body, including ......"
Sitting on the couch, he raised his legs and posed like a canine creature urinating.
Franka "snorted":
"Do you really care about the image at all, do you have no psychological burden at all?"
"What's there to worry about?" Lumian shrugged his shoulders.
Franka thought for a while, her eyes turned slightly, and said:
"The last question, uh, you, can you be affected by your dog's hormones and thus react abnormally to other dogs?"
"The body is mine, the dog is just skin, just an external limitation." Lumian looked like a fool on his face.
Then, he learned from the "magician" lady:
"Are you done asking?"
"Finished asking." Franka was satisfied.
Lumian smiled:
"Then it's time for me to ask.
"What do you think of the ladies you observed today?"
Franka unconsciously turned a few strands of flaxen hair that had fallen out of the ponytail and said:
"There are two suspects......"
She said her speculation again, and finally said:
"The orange-red-haired woman also gave me a strange feeling, as if attracting me."
Lumian smiled:
"You feel right, it's at least a 'Witch of Pleasure' or an extraordinary person with a corresponding magical item."
After confirming that the extraordinary person was the "witch" path, he felt a charm similar to Franka's instinct from the other party's every move, which was a bit difficult for him to resist because most of his abilities were sealed, but fortunately, the patience of the "dervishe" was still there.
"'Witch'?" Franka didn't think about this possibility, and muttered to herself thoughtfully, "Yes, how can a women's happy party not attract one or two 'witches'......"
Lumian heard something clear:
"In order to bring joy to others, also to make yourself happy?"
He felt that it was the need to play.
"This is one aspect, even if it's not to digest the magic potion, I want to go, but I can control myself, other 'witches' may not be." Franka said with a look of contempt and a little embarrassment.
Lumian didn't quite understand the sentence and said instead:
"She was following you later, but you dumped her."
"Ah......" Franka said stunned, "She should be from the witch family."
"The witch family you mentioned?" Lumian had heard Franka briefly talk about this secret organization before.
He has never really understood why "witches" can form a family?
Matriarchal society?
Franka sighed and said:
"Yes, that is also called the Witch Sect, the earliest source is the family established by the descendants of the 'Primordial Witch' in the Fourth Age, well, the 'Primordial Witch' is the sequence 0 of the 'Assassin' path, the real god, He is widely regarded as an evil god, also known as the 'Chaos Witch'."
"Primordial Witch"...... Lumian noted the name.
Franka continued:
"The core of the witch family has always been the descendants of the 'original witch', but they will also recruit or develop 'assassins' with foreign surnames, which is equivalent to a sect, controlling all the magic medicine formulas and most of the resources of this path.
"Only the 'witches' of the Witch Cult will follow suspected wild 'witches' when they meet for the first time."
"To recover extraordinary traits?" Lumian asked.
Whether it is recruiting or killing, it is a recycling extraordinary trait.
Franka pursed her lips and said:
"Yes, they don't want the extraordinary characteristics of the 'witch' path to be lost outside their own sect, and they hate female 'assassins' very much, and they want to eliminate one when they see one."
"Why?" Lumian couldn't understand.
Franka glanced at him "resentfully", as if blaming him for asking such a question.
She sighed and said:
"Because the 'Primordial Witch' was originally a male and completely became a woman in the process of becoming a god through the 'Assassin' channel, her mind was distorted and full of pain, and the people of the Witch Sect declared to be close to the Primordial.
"Therefore, every 'witch' in the Witch Sect was once a man, and they have become extremely distorted after they have experienced pain and suffering, and they want to see other men have similar experiences and experiences.
As the prank king of Kordu Village, Lumian couldn't help but shake his head:
"Isn't this too perverted?"
"What's even more perverted is that the fathers of those children eventually became 'witches'." Franka said the information she had received from the "Trial" lady, and exhaled in fear, "I have been avoiding them and don't want them to find out."
"But you are originally a man, don't be afraid." Lumian didn't quite understand, "Are you worried that after joining the witch sect, you will be polluted by their perversions and distortions?"
Franka nodded solemnly:
"Yes.
"Moreover, I am already a minor Arcana card of the 'Tarot Society', how can I join the Witch Sect?"
Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Don't you also want to join the 'Iron Blood Cross'?"
"That's different, that's the task of the 'Tarot Club'." Franka reflexively defended.
Lumian didn't dwell on this topic, and nodded thoughtfully:
"No wonder you say that women's happy parties are easy to attract 'witches'."
Franka immediately sneered:
"That is, the vast majority of 'witches' belong to witch sects and have vertical or horizontal connections, otherwise, half of the people in the women's happy party may be 'witches'.
"In more extreme cases, it's like you receive an invitation to a striptease and go to watch it with great interest, only to find that it is all men."
After mumbling a few words, Franka looked at Lumian and said quite embarrassedly:
"What next?"
(End of this chapter)