Chapter 370 Salon
Lumian understood Franka's concerns and said with a smile:
"Two directions:
"One is to ask your Major Arcana card if you want to take the opportunity to contact the Witch Cult, you are originally male, don't worry about being cleared, as long as you can pass the corresponding background check, you can use their resources to improve yourself, and when you can't hold it, let your Major Arcana card give you a task away from Trier, pat your butt and escape.
"Think about it, you have reached sequence 6, most of the higher-level resources are controlled by the witch sect, mixing in them and obtaining them from the inside, it is much easier and safer than being enemies with them and taking risks to hunt, of course, provided that your Major Arcana cards can provide a way to hide from the gaze of the 'Primordial Witch'."
Franka was stunned when she heard this, and muttered:
"Why do you look very skilled......"
Lumian sneered:
"Are you amnesia? I am doing something similar now, representing the 'Tarot Society' lurking into the 'Iron Blood Cross'.
"What is the biggest benefit of this? After I complete the mission of the "Iron Blood Cross", I can find Gardner. Martin wants a reward, and he can report to my Major Arcana card, and get a reward from her, one mission, two rewards on the grounds of lurking progress, otherwise, why do you think the number of magical items on me is growing so fast?"
Of course, the main contributor is Mr. K, but there is no need to talk to Franka.
"One task, two rewards......" Franka repeated several times, and then suddenly realized, "I was originally cooperating with you on the 'Iron Blood Cross' related mission, will this conflict with contacting the Witch Sect?"
Lumian had a "you are still not very skilled" expression:
"If there is no conflict, how can there be a conflict? You confessed to the Witch Sect that you expected to switch to the "Hunter" path and change back to your original gender in Sequence 4, so there are enough clues and great progress in pursuing the traces of the "Iron Blood Cross".
"According to you, those 'witches' have changed from male to female, and I don't believe they didn't think of using the jump route to retrieve lost things, which is enough to convince them.
"Moreover, 'witches' and 'hunters' are adjacent paths, they must have some ideas and intentions about the 'Iron-Blooded Cross', since you have the opportunity to break into the latter, they will most likely not stop you, but will pay more attention to you.
"The most important thing is that in that case, you will become the person in charge of the Witch Sect's affairs related to the market area and the 'Iron Blood Cross', what is happening here, you want the 'witches' above to know, they will know, you don't want them to know, they won't know, for example, the existence of Janna, a female 'assassin'."
Speaking of this, Lumian smiled:
"You can also gather the wool of the witch sect to cultivate Jianna, when the time comes, the high-ranking 'witches' will find out that a powerful pure female 'witch' was fed by their own sect, will they be so angry that they will lose control on the spot?"
This is very interesting to think about, it can be said to be the ultimate provocation and ridicule.
Franka nodded invisibly:
"You kid, if you drink the 'instigator' magic potion, you may be able to digest it completely in a week."
"I'm just igniting a specific fire within you." Lumian leaned back against the back of the sofa.
Franka said "huh", half sarcastically and half jokingly:
"If I really join the Witch Sect, and you reach the Sequence 5 Qualitative Transformation Node, and you haven't gotten the magic medicine recipe and corresponding main materials of Sequence 4 from the 'Iron-Blooded Cross', do you want to consider converting to 'Witch'?"
Lumian thought seriously for a moment and said:
"It depends on the situation, if you urgently need the personality and strength of sequence 4 to complete something, it is not impossible to turn, choose which one is easier and easier."
"......" Franka was a little stunned when she heard this, "You, do you really have no psychological burden?"
Speak of such an important choice as if you were drinking absinthe or strong Lonzi tonight.
Lumian replied with a word that his sister had said:
"I will do whatever it takes."
He went on to add:
"As long as the goal is achieved.
"Moreover, wouldn't it be okay to turn back in sequence 3?"
"How can you turn it around? Most extraordinary people will never be promoted to Sequence 4 in their lives, let alone Sequence 3, the higher they go, the more difficult it becomes, whether it is the probability of losing control or the acquisition of resources." Franka felt that Lumian was thinking things too simply.
Lumian smiled:
"Anyway, don't you fantasize about it now to see if it's feasible?"
Franka was speechless and asked instead:
"Didn't you say there are two directions, and what is the other one?"
"Find a way to hunt the 'witch' of the witch sect, get detailed information about the women's fun party from her, and then target the participants who are suspected of being members of the 'Bliss Society', and lock down and Suzanne as soon as possible. Those core members with whom Mattis is close to remove hidden dangers." Lumian said in a brief way.
"This is also feasible, but if the members of the 'Bliss Society' do not really participate in the women's happy party, but are only contacting some of them, simply hunting the 'witch' may not be able to get the information we want, and then it will inevitably attract the attention of the high-level forces of the witch sect, and there will be no chance to investigate." Franka thought and analyzed, "I'll contact my Major Arcana card first to see what she has to say about my contact with the Witch Sect."
She was a little moved by Lumian's words.
Lumian said "hmm" and didn't urge Franka, after all, she would have to go to Xia Yue's Red House Cafe again in two or three days.
Before that, it was the Salon invitation of the Count of Puiver.
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After surveying the surrounding environment of Red Swanstein Castle and informing Ms. "Magician" and Mr. K about the invitation respectively On the third day, Lumian took the Gardner. The four-wheeled four-seater carriage provided by Martin arrived at the beige castle.
He was not dressed too formally, no tuxedo, no top hat, and not even a cane representing a gentleman.
He was wearing a light brown thin hunting suit, off-white breeches, a pair of brown boots, and a Rune-style deer hunting hat in his hand, letting his golden and black hair be blown by the wind.
According to some anecdotes mentioned by Aurore during his chat, Lumian knew that in a similar, literary and artistic salon, dressing too grandly would make him look out of place with other participants and look like a fool.
Of course, this outfit is also from Gardner. Martin's new 10,000 Fairkin event funds were deducted, and he spent a full 1,000 Fairkin.
Lumian took the invitation letter, accepted the guard's inspection, and passed through the heavy gate several meters high.
There is a hall here, but it is relatively plainly decorated, like a resting place for the housekeepers, servants, maids, and guards reserved for guests during a grand banquet.
Lumian looked around and confirmed that this was not the hall in a nightmare.
Passing through here, there is an atrium behind it, and opposite the atrium is the main building of Red Swan Castle.
It is six or seven stories high, surrounded by a circle of towers.
Lumian subconsciously looked up and looked at a narrow window on the third floor.
In his nightmare, a man with dark red hair gouged out his brown-red eyes behind the glass there.
At this time, there was nothing behind the transparent glass windows, reflecting a slightly mottled light-colored wall.
Mottled ...... Aren't the walls in the room repainted? Aurore said that the annual repair cost of similar castles is astronomical...... Lumian retracted his gaze and walked into the main building.
As soon as he passed through the door on the opposite side, his eyes froze, and his heart felt a little heavy.
This hall is exactly the same as in his nightmare!
Whether it is a crystal chandelier hanging high above or a spiral gilded staircase leading to the second floor, it is almost the same as in the dream.
Although Lumian had expected this, his emotions were still a bit complicated when he actually met him.
The male servants in the hall were all dressed in bright red uniforms with gold trim, lined up in two rows to welcome his arrival.
Lumian's eyelids jumped slightly, only to feel that the red color was as bright as flowing blood.
The salon is located in the large living room on the first floor, which is elegantly furnished, with a thick carpet with dark red patterns, a set of sofas placed by the window, and high stools and back chairs scattered around the sofa.
On the other side of the living room, there was a tall girl sitting in front of the brown piano, wearing a plain and clean white tunic dress with a sky blue pattern, and her brownish-red hair was naturally draped behind her back.
When Lumian walked into the large living room, the girl's hands were sliding over the keys, bringing out a melody like the tinkling of spring water.
Count Puiver sat on a single sofa, and a black-haired, blue-eyed, elegant lady squatted beside him, leaning on the armrest, and talking to him with a low smile.
Whether it is the novelist Arnolly, the painter Mullen, the critic Ernst Yong, and the poet Ellet, they all bring their female companions, or gather in the sofa area to chat, or linger around the table where desserts and barbecues are placed.
In addition to them, there were other guests, and Lumian saw a familiar face at a glance.
It was Larente who lived at the Golden Rooster Hotel, the bastard who was said to have taken his mother's hard-earned money to go in and out of high-end cafes and meet upper-class people.
Laurent was still dressed in a neat black tuxedo, with brownish-yellow hair neatly combed into three or seven points, which was incompatible with the casually dressed writers, painters, poets, and critics around her.
He was not restrained by this, his dark brown eyes always had a smile, and his slightly thin lips kept saying words of greeting.
The next second, Laurent also saw Lumian, his pupils dilated suddenly, as if he had met an evil ghost.
This, this is not the current boss of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the notorious gang leader, Charles. Dubois?
In an instant, a strong fear welled up in Laurent's heart.
He was worried that the other party would expose his identity and cause him to lose the connections he had finally managed!
He was only one step away from succeeding!
Yo, it's not bad, you can get an invitation to this kind of salon...... Lumian smiled at Laurent and pointed to himself, meaning that we belong to the same people, just pretend not to know each other.
While Laurent breathed a sigh of relief, Lumian walked towards Count Puifer.
He complained casually and naturally:
"I didn't say I wanted to bring a female companion, you guys made me look like a fool like this!"
"Haha." Count Puiver and the others laughed, feeling proud of the success of the prank.
After laughing, Count Puiver pointed to the girl playing the piano:
"If you don't mind, you can invite my cousin, Miss Eros."
(End of this chapter)