Children of God...... Franka was startled and almost misfired the double-barreled shotgun that was not aimed at any target.
She looked at Bronx and asked in confirmation.
"Primordial child?"
Although her assessment period has not yet ended, after all, she has passed the review and is considered an associate member of the Witch Sect, so she naturally "knows" that this secret organization believes in the god "Primordial Witch", which is usually referred to by words such as "Primordial".
Bronsi nodded slowly and said:
"As far as I know, it is."
The "Primordial Witch" has ever given birth to a child? Franka couldn't hide her curiosity and asked:
"Who is Christmona's father?"
"I don't know." Bronx warned Franka, "This is not what we should know."
This is a scandal at the level of the gods...... Franka muttered silently, bringing the topic to the main purpose of her visit to Xiayo Town today:
"By Beatrice. Has the art dealer Teresa disguised as Ankur returned from the Fusak Empire? Where does she live?"
"What are you asking this for?" Bronx was quite wary.
In her eyes, Franka. Roland and her lovers are both very powerful and dangerous extraordinary people, only Jana, who lives with the other party, is more ordinary.
Franka laughed:
"Yesterday I helped Ciel take revenge and caught a believer in an evil god who believed in fate, and from him I knew that many of Trier's benefactors had gone somewhere, very mysterious and strange.
"Combined with some details of his explanation, we suspect that the 'hostel' written on the note on Beatrice's body is the destination of the Evil God Givers, and we want to ask Theresa to confirm whether the note is for her or for Beatrice."
Hearing that Franka opened her mouth to say that she was a believer in evil gods and a gifter of evil gods, Bronx was very awkward:
In the occult world, the "primordial witch" has always been considered an evil god.
Of course, these original followers believed that they believed in the true God who was excluded, a secret enough existence.
When Franka finished speaking, Bronx replied directly:
"You don't have to go to the art dealer, after we found that the high priest of the 'Bliss Society' and another core member were missing, we patiently waited for Theresa to come back according to the contents of the note.
"She told us that she didn't know what a 'hostel' was, and that she had never bought a work from a painter who lived in a hotel.
"We have confirmed that this is true."
Franka said with a toothache and chagrin:
"What a note for Beatrice...... From that note, Beatrice knew where the 'hostel' was, otherwise it would be impossible to pick up the painting within three days.
"If only we had searched for the note first and then 'channeled'......"
Speaking of this, Franka was stunned for a moment.
She felt that there were traces of fate's tricks in this matter.
Fate seems to be keeping the information of the "hostel" from leaking out.
Is it the power of fate at work, or is it the evil god path that Ciel mentioned before using death to escape from the original fate? The information of the "hostel" is destined not to be leaked? Franka's thoughts were electric, and she felt more and more that there was an abnormal aura in that matter.
The Bronx had a rare opportunity to immediately hit Franca:
"Aren't you very experienced? Even 'psychic' without thoroughly searching the target's body is the golden time an hour after death, so don't be in such a hurry."
Franka wanted to explain that this matter might have been tricked by fate, but after thinking about it, she decided not to do it.
Why remind Bronx to learn her lesson?
Isn't it bad to keep her inexperienced? Maybe you can take advantage of it!
Franka then looked at Bronx and said tsk:
"The ...... of the little mouth"
Before she finished speaking, she smiled and stretched out her right hand and gently squeezed the other party's chin:
"I can skip your happy party, but I want to accept your 'assessment'.
"Do you want to give it a try?"
Bronx subconsciously stretched out her hand, opened Franka's right palm, and took a step back.
"If you act like a normal woman, I can assess you, but now......"
What she meant was that Franka now resembled a swinging man, a dandy who believed in Dantiism.
"The mouth is so hard." Franka sneered, saying something strange but understandable to Bronx.
She picked up her double-barreled shotgun and walked leisurely into the forest, no longer communicating with Bronx.
…………
Boulevard District, 19 Scheer Street, at the bottom of that off-white luxury house.
Lumian once again saw Mr. K in the basement wearing a black robe and a wide hood.
He had previously reported the abnormally quiet situation of the Evil God Sect to this boss, and Mr. K confirmed this situation after a period of investigation and the collection of corresponding information.
Today, Lumian mainly talks about the prophecies of Boire's corpse and his own associations, with the situation of the "sinner" organization.
He described the information provided by Ms. "The Magician" as Bovar's confession, saying that he had been in Vazan. Sanson saw a painting with strange powers.
Finally, Lumian took out his "Peeping Glasses":
"Mr. K, is this magical item also tainted by the gift of the 'hostel' path?"
Mr. K stood in front of the red back chair and said in a low voice:
"Wait a minute."
He clapped his hands gently, let the waiter outside the door come in, and explained something in a whisper.
While waiting for the waiter to return, Mr. K remained silent, and there was no sound in the entire basement.
This made Lumian a little embarrassed, and he could only muttered in his heart:
"Tell me, it's okay to talk about your faith, you can't let me stand so stupid alone......"
Of course, Lumian knew very well that Mr. K was definitely not without something to do, and had to create an awkward silence, he might be listening to the voice of the gods and listening to unknown information.
Not long after, the waiter returned, holding in his hand an oil painting about half a meter high and nearly 70 centimeters wide.
The oil painting is painted with a dark forest to set off the green grass in the middle illuminated by the sun.
There was a white area on the grass that looked like it had been scraped out, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a Taoist figure.
Mr. K finally made a sound:
"What I found with 'Secret Glasses' was not only the chaotic oil painting with unclear meaning that can significantly affect the spirit, but also this work hanging on the wall.
"It was supposed to be a figure painting, but when we saw it, there was no one on it, only the scenery."
Came out of the painting? Lumian was startled and remembered the example given by the "magician".
He didn't tell Mr. K about that, after all, Bouvard didn't seem to know that much.
"Something abnormal happened at that time, causing the characters in the portrait to disappear?" Lumian asked tentatively.
Mr. K's hooded head nodded slowly:
"Maybe he came back to life and left the painting by himself.
"It may be the source of the extraordinary person's mutation."
"Aurora Society" really knows a lot...... Lumian sincerely commented:
"Strange power, terrifying phenomenon."
Mr. K added in a hoarse voice:
"We once investigated painters with a certain reputation in Trier, and found that except for a few who had completely gone crazy or even died long ago without anyone knowing, the others were normal, but there was abuse of psychotropic drugs and dependence on alcoholic beverages.
"Combined with some other gains, we are sure that it is not that painters can easily become believers in that path and gain corresponding power, but that the gifters of the evil gods in that path will gain the ability to paint and naturally become painters, but only a small part of them make a profession by painting, and most of the rest are hidden in the crowd, painting their own and not promoting them to the outside world."
"Sequence name, 'Painter'?" Lumian asked thoughtfully.
This is very much in line with the characteristics of strength.
"God said, yes." Mr. K replied in a reverent and fanatical tone.
Lumian immediately lowered his head:
"What else does the Lord teach us?"
"God said, 'Hostels' live foreign travelers." Mr. K was very satisfied with Lumian's attitude.
Foreign travelers? Passengers coming from outside the barrier? Lumian's spirit tightened and he became more and more focused.
But Mr. K did not convey the oracle again, and God's revelation seemed to be only this much.
Mr. K's hoarse voice revealed a bit of solemnity:
"Next, the most important thing for us is to find the 'hostel'."
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, he paced two steps:
"We have never dealt with as many evil god incidents as those that occupy official positions, and they may know more.
"It's not convenient for me to come forward on this matter, but you can try to get information from them through other channels."
Does the "Aurora Society" want to cooperate with the authorities to stop this disaster? No, it doesn't necessarily mean to prevent disasters, but I simply don't want those evil gods to succeed, so I can lower my body a little and use the official ...... Lumian muttered a few words silently and solemnly agreed.
…………
Market District, Dole Street, Rooftop of Apartment 17.
Janna, who is well disguised to hide her charm, meets Imre and Valentine.
She glanced at the green trees lined up next to the street below, and said to the two "purifiers":
"There is important information."
Valentine's expression sank:
"What information?"
He was still worried about the "assassin" asking about the main material of the "witch's" magic potion, but now he is in a working state.
Jane Na said truthfully:
"I received news that some people suspected of believing in evil gods went to a place called 'hostel'."
She didn't mention the abnormal silence of the evil god believers, but with the help of "007", this has become the consensus of the official extraordinary people of Trier, and the information that Jane was asked to pay attention to contained clues in this regard.
Imre, who had some southern continental ancestry in the "Hostel ......", frowned slightly.
Such a reaction...... Jane was keenly aware and asked questions:
"Do you know what 'hostel' means?"
Imre and Valentai looked at each other, both showing quite embarrassed expressions.
They didn't really want Celia to do it. Bello knew about the relevant things, but if he didn't tell them at all, it would be difficult for the other party to continue to collect clues for them, after all, he always had to know what to order to know what information needed to pay attention to.
After a while, Imre organized his words and said:
"Our colleague once heard the term 'hostel' from a strange creature."
ps: I asked for a monthly pass on the last day~
(End of this chapter)