Franka has been trying to figure out Gardner's story. What is the item that Martin sent to Trier through "Mouse" Crystal, but in the past few months, Gardner. Martin acted like it had never happened before, and nothing noteworthy appeared around him.
It sounds like the item of the witch cult party is very important...... That's right, that item can make a strange mirror world appear, probably related to the power of the two paths of "assassin" and "hunter"...... Franka thought about it and said:
"I know what you said......"
How she and Lumian explained to "Mouse" Crystal in the first place, how to tell Bronx now. Sauron, in short, everything else was said, but it was not mentioned that the two of them were also swallowed by the world in the mirror, and they relied on Lumian's special ability to find a chance to escape and gain a classical silver mirror that could lead to the world in the mirror.
"According to the 'mouse', his brother and many of his subordinates turned into monsters, and their left and right habits were reversed, attracting the attention of the 'purifiers' and being eliminated." Franca deliberately told the follow-up, testing Bronx. Sauron, see how she reacts to the appearance of the person in the mirror.
Bronse frowned slightly:
"How did the official extraordinary find out that something was wrong?"
She knows the existence of the people in the mirror and even knows their specific manifestations...... Franka retracted his gaze and shook his head:
"You need to find the 'purifier' for this question, not me."
Bronx said no more and led Franka to a round pavilion surrounded by vines and a large number of vines.
In the round pavilion sat a lady wearing a long black court dress, her dark gray eyes were bright and hidden with sadness, and her black hair was neatly curled, but a few strands were missing, and they hung down naturally, creating a bit of charm in the seriousness.
Seeing this lady with slightly curled red lips, a beautiful chin, and a soft silhouette, Franka's first reaction was that pure beauty shone directly into her eyes, and then she felt indescribable pity.
In a state of amazement and distress, it took her nearly ten seconds to remember that she had met this lady:
She and Lumian followed the fake Teresa, that is, Beatrice. Ankur saw this at that concert - she was invited to the stage as the most beautiful lady on the scene to take a photo with the band!
She is the teacher of the Bronx, a high-ranking witch? Sure enough, there was a high-ranking witch watching that operation, and no accident happened...... Franka was shocked at first, and then felt that this was what she expected.
The only thing she didn't expect was that the other party followed generously, and even took a group photo on stage.
"This is my teacher, 'Black Witch' Clarice." Bronx. Sauron made an introduction.
"Black Witch"...... According to the "Judgment" lady, witches with such color titles are among the best even among the demigods of the witch sect, and several of them are suspected of being angels...... Franka pressed her hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and said very politely and very gentlemanly:
"It's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the 'Black Witch'."
She didn't praise the other party's appearance, she knew that most of the witches in the witch sect were both proud of this and entangled in this matter, if it was praised by outsiders, then they would accept it calmly, at most a little embarrassed, but if Franka, who knew their original gender, would most likely be regarded as a provocation or ridicule.
"Black Witch" Clarice nodded lightly and said:
"Every member of our team needs to have faith in the beginning, and you should have known about this more than a month ago, and now is the time to officially pray to Him."
Franka is not surprised by this, the secret organization that believes in evil gods will inevitably allow each new member to open their heart to their own god, so as to achieve some kind of control and filter out most of the insecurity.
Every time she came to Bronx recently, she held a ceremony in advance at the request of Ms. "Judgment" and asked Mr. "Fool" for the protection of the angel.
"We are all original children." Franka replied reverently and respectfully according to the teachings of Bronx during this time.
Clarice's expression became solemn, and her eyes showed a bit of admiration:
"Follow me in Hermitic and recite the original name:
"The source of all disasters, the symbol of destruction and the end, the witch who is in charge of chaos......"
Although this "Black Witch" spoke Intis, the surrounding environment suddenly darkened a lot, and the vines wriggled gently, as if they had turned into poisonous snakes.
Franka restrained his mind and repeated these three honorific names in Hermis.
Suddenly, she saw that the vines were really extended.
They became thicker and thicker, completely wrapping around the area where the round pavilion was located.
One of the python-like vines reached out to Franka, with a dark blue vertical eye opening at the top.
It then reflected Franka's figure.
The figure quickly twisted and turned into a man with a bloody face.
The man had short flaxen hair, slightly thick brown eyebrows, lake blue eyes, thin lips, and an ordinary appearance.
Franka was stunned for a moment, this face was very familiar to her.
Before she took the "witch" potion, she could see it every day when she looked in the mirror.
This is her before, Franco. Roland!
Franco in the blue vertical eyes. Roland's expression instantly became ferocious, his eyes hid a hatred that seemed to be substantial, and his face was full of viciousness that could make people have nightmares.
Franka's body had become stiff, as if she had become a statue made of rock.
After staring at her for a few seconds, the vine with dark blue vertical eyes retracted into the grapevine that seemed to cover the sky with the unwilling figure reflected in her pupils.
Franka finally felt her body, her eyes only blinked, and she saw that everything was normal around the pavilion, and the sun was shining through the gaps between the vines and vines.
There were no python-like vines, no blue vertical eyes, all of this seemed to be Franka's illusion, another reality she saw.
She lowered her head and finished praying.
Looking back on what she had just seen, Franka felt that the "Primordial Witch" seemed to have a very close connection with the mirror world underground.
She also met her former self in that mirror world!
And this time, what was reflected in the blue vertical eyes was not Franka, but her previous appearance, Franco. Roland!
The witch's mirror magic and the mirrored world in the occult seem to still hide many secrets, and what Ms. "Judgment" told me is definitely not all...... With such understanding, Franka raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked at the "Black Witch" and Bronx beside her.
Clarice, who was wearing a black gauze hat, nodded:
"Now, you are the original child."
"Thank you for your guidance." Franka smiled and asked a question, "I thought that the original title would contain the description of 'the lord of the mirror world', who knows if it doesn't."
"Black Witch" Clarice said coldly but pitifully:
"This is not the original complete honorific name, and there are two paragraphs that you can not know now."
"Primordial Witch" still has two hidden honorific names? Franka suddenly felt that this detail revealed some problems, but she didn't know where the problem was and what it meant.
Clarice turned to say:
"Each new member can obtain a primordial statue that has anti-divination, early warning, and other abilities, and can also help you perform rituals.
"You have to pray to it every day."
The "Black Witch" said as he took out a statue carved from white bones out of nowhere.
The statue was only the size of a palm, and it was vaguely visible that it was a beautiful woman, with hair extending to the ankles, the roots were clear, like a poisonous snake, and at the top of each hair, there was an eye carved, some of which were open, some were closed, densely packed, and made people palpitate.
Pray every day...... Franka was very embarrassed and decided to be perfunctory on this matter.
When she put away the statue of the "Primordial Witch", Clarice frowned slightly and said:
"During this time, we have to keep an eye on the 'Iron Blooded Cross', especially Gardner. Martin, as soon as they make a move, you should contact Bronse immediately, and if the situation is very urgent, you can take out the original statue, set up the altar, and perform such a ceremony...... When you are done, throw the prepared letter into the mirror on the altar."
Keep an eye on ...... Change ...... If the situation is very urgent...... Franka extracted the keywords from the words of the "Black Witch".
She immediately smelled the breath of disaster coming, and her spirit couldn't help but tense:
The witch sect thinks that the "Iron Blood Cross" will make a big move recently?
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Zone 2, outside Trier Arts Center.
Lumian stood on the steps, and the answers of the writers flashed through his mind:
"Gabriel has been enjoying art exhibitions and galleries for more than a month now."
"He didn't look at each painting very seriously, as if he was looking for the one his soul had been waiting for."
"He didn't behave abnormally."
"He didn't stare at the other visitors."
「……」
The information revealed in these answers made Lumian lose the direction of his investigation, but he still chose to go to the Trier Art Center to see the exhibition called "Future Impressions".
This is over in two days.
Before taking the carriage over, Lumian found a hotel, rented a room for a short time, set up the ceremony, summoned a messenger, and told the "magician" lady about Gabriel's experience and the direction of his investigation.
He originally thought of borrowing the bar's bathroom to deliver information, but he remembered that the "doll" messenger had a very serious cleanliness fetish and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and finally decided to spend some money to change to a clean place.
Looking at the art center with bright colors and rooftops that seemed to be covered by a round of sun, Lumian exhaled slowly, took the ticket, and walked into the building.
"Future Impressions" is not a large exhibition, only three exhibition halls are rented, and Lumian admires the works hanging on the walls, as if walking leisurely forward.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
ps: At the beginning of the month, I asked for a guaranteed monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)