Franka walked to the full-length mirror and put the silver-white "lie" ear clip on her left ear.
The skin on her face suddenly became translucent, and it seemed like granulation had grown one after another underneath.
Immediately afterwards, these granulation buds wriggled and changed, regrouping together.
That is, in twenty or thirty seconds, Franka turned into the Aurore that Lumian disguised.
After adjusting it repeatedly for a while, she straightened out her hanging blonde hair, looked at herself in the mirror and said:
"Aurore is really beautiful...... 'Lie' is amazing, it can be so much."
"You haven't used 'lie' before?" Jian Na, who was standing next to her, asked suspiciously.
She remembered that Franka had used it more than once.
Franka smiled "hey":
"It's been too long since I used it, sigh, and after becoming a 'joy witch' and trying to fine-tune my appearance with 'lies', I didn't dare to do it again, for fear of falling in love with myself and indulging in my beauty and unable to extricate myself.
"Now I just simply repaired Auror's face, and I feel that she is really beautiful, such a natural beauty takes the 'witch' path, I really don't know what beauty will look like, 'lie' and 'witch', tsk, it's really a perfect match, it's too easy to go back, I'd rather live in a lie than face the truth."
Seeing that Franka could still laugh at herself and joke, Jian Na quietly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a smile and said:
"For us 'witches', 'lies' are the most delicious poisons."
Franka said "hmm", turned back to the full-length mirror, and adjusted her height.
Before leaving, she looked at Jian Na and asked thoughtfully:
"You have to play two or three good roles before your 'witch' potion can be completely digested, right?"
"Yes, if you only rely on similar roles as before, it will take time and time to accumulate." Jane knew what Franka was going to say next.
As she often talks about, she wants to teach a little bit of life, no, digestive experience.
Franka, who had a beautiful version of Aurore's face, laughed:
"I think you have always ignored the black magic of 'witches', think about it, is black magic an important part of various witch legends? And a large part of those witch legends should be left behind by real 'witches'.
"You can try to find a villain, find a guy who should be hanged, collect his hair and flesh, give a warning as a witch in advance, and torture him with black magic every day until he dies."
Jian Na pondered for a while and said:
"You can try it."
However, I still expect you to become the "Witch of Joy" and turn things around...... Franka sighed secretly, but kept a smile on the surface, pulled up her hood, walked out of the door, and disappeared into the shadow of the corridor.
The scheduled offline meeting place is No. 6 Bellafort Street in the Boulevard District, which is a four-story bungalow with a garden, which can be called a luxury top residence in the wealthy area, but it has been used for rent, with an annual rent of 1.5 thousand Felkin, and has been lived by foreign dukes, bankers, diplomats, etc.
Now, it has no long-term tenants and is temporarily rented for a week by the "professor" who organizes the party.
Passing through the garden with gas street lamps and bypassing the fountain with statues, Franca arrived briskly at the door of the bungalow, where she saw a table with a sign-in book.
This is the simplest identity authentication, so as not to be mistakenly entered by some strange Trierians.
Franka quickly recalled Aurore's notes, imitating the handwriting on it and deliberately slanting and seemingly signing the word "Muggle".
It seemed that a line of sight was projected into the void, and it stayed on the sign-in book for two seconds.
Silently, the door of the bungalow opened, and Franka stepped inside.
After walking a few steps, she quickly slowed down and seriously recalled what the walking posture of real "Muggles" and fake "Mugmeals" looked like at various gatherings of the "Curly Baboon Research Society".
Franka, who is very professional in playing this matter, has excavated the memories buried deep in her mind through dream divination and other methods beforehand, and it doesn't take much time to grasp the charm of Aurore's walking.
She narrowed down her steps and made her waist a little lighter.
The living room of this bungalow is decorated with a family atmosphere, and the red and yellow dots everywhere bring an indescribable sense of warmth.
The seven or eight members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who participated in this gathering were all dressed in the same disguise as in the "Land of the Night" to identify themselves, some of them sat on the sofa area, drinking and chatting, and some gathered in the corner to play a game of darts.
The "professor" wearing a black butterfly mask left the sofa with the prepared orange cocktail and greeted Franka.
Her lighter lips showed a smile and said:
"Let's talk about the recent situation first, and then drink together, play board games, sing, and play cards, how about it?"
Okay, okay, if offline gatherings are simply about trading items, exchanging occult knowledge, and not organizing some entertainment projects, then what else is there to gather? One of the reasons why Franka was willing to come to this real gathering was that she hadn't played with the "fellow villagers" for a long time - there were things she wanted to teach Lumian and Jane and the others so that they could fully understand, which was too troublesome.
Dragging a high stool, Franka sat ladyfully beside the "professor", setting her sights on acquaintances such as the "periodic table" and "isotope", and guessing whether there were any hidden members of the "Morse Penance" among them.
"'Muggle', have you settled in Trier?" The "Academy" group member with a periodic table painted in oil asked Franca curiously.
Franka restrained her overly active side and only showed a little to match the daily performance of "Muggle", she replied with a smile:
"That's how it is at the moment.
"But in Trier's situation, I don't really want to live here for a long time, and I may move out after a while."
She was tactfully reminding the "fellow villagers" that the metropolis of Trier is full of dangers, just like being built on an active volcano that can erupt at any time.
"Why do you say that?" Sure enough, the "professor" keenly asked the question that Franka wanted them to ask.
Franka made her lips outline an arc with a smile.
She pointed to the ground:
"I have encountered some things in Underground Trier, and I feel that many great dangers are brewing underground, and they don't know when they will erupt."
"For example, 'The Man in the Mirror'?" "Professor" asked thoughtfully.
Franka nodded slightly:
"Yes."
She didn't say much, on the one hand, those were confidential, and on the other hand, even if she said it, others might not believe it without evidence.
"Professor", "Isotope", etc. all fell silent, not knowing what they were thinking, and the "Associate Professor" who was playing a game of darts returned to the sofa area one after another, taking the topic to other aspects.
During the communication, Franka was much more active than Lumian before, because she understood many code words, and she also understood many things.
The "professor" glanced at her and said with great relief:
"I feel that you have come out of being murdered by 'April Fool's Day' and have returned to your original state, no longer as silent as some time ago, and more often just a bystander."
Belch...... Franka suddenly felt as if she had messed things up.
It's not that the disguised "Muggles" are not well disguised this time, on the contrary, they are too well disguised.
If she were to be replaced by Lumian in the future, the members of the "Academy" team would definitely wonder, why is she in a state of post-traumatic sequelae again?
It can't be said that he has suffered another injury, right?
Franka's thoughts were spinning in her mind, and she quickly found a reason:
"Actually, I haven't completely come out yet, some wounds may not heal in my lifetime, but everyone was chatting happily just now, which made me feel like I was going back in time."
The "professor" expressed understanding, and she was about to say something more when her face, which was not covered by the black butterfly mask, suddenly distorted, and her eyes bulged out, as if she was suffering from great pain.
She slowly bent her back, raised her hands, and grabbed her head tightly.
Franka was stunned for a moment, her eyes quickly swept over the others, and found that "Associate Professor", "Isotope" and "Periodic Table" also had similar manifestations, except for two party members who were not "wizards" and did not have any abnormalities.
Yes, I'm also a "wizard" now...... While imitating the performance of "Professor" and the others, Franka recalled the pain she suffered during the promotion ceremony, which made her feel like a headache.
After two or three minutes, the "professor" straightened up and exhaled slowly.
The non-"wizard" member codenamed "Griffin" asked suspiciously:
"What's wrong with you?"
Just as he asked the question, "Griffin" suddenly had a flash of inspiration:
"Is the evil god of the 'hidden sage' instilling knowledge again?"
The "associate professor" wearing a brownish-yellow kraft paper bag smiled bitterly:
"Yes."
"It turned out to be a broadcast style, I always thought it was one-on-one." "Griffin" sighed for a while.
"Both situations." The "professor" rubbed his head and said to Franka and the "periodic table" and others, "Have you noticed that after that terrible rainstorm, the frequency of knowledge instilled by the 'hidden sage' and the frequency of broadcast indoctrination have increased significantly."
"Yes." "Periodic Table" nodded in a solemn tone.
Seeing that the "wizards" present all agreed with the "professor's" statement, Franka also nodded.
She thought thoughtfully:
Is this abnormality related to the "Heavenly Master"?
At that time, the seal of the Fourth Age Trill was opened, allowing certain powers to leak out, causing the already crazy "Hidden Sage" to become even crazier?
——Franka knew that the terrifying rainstorm in the mouth of the "Professor" was referring to the time when the "Hostel" plan briefly opened the Fourth Age Trill Seal.
ps: Recommend a book, "Dragon Collection", which tells the story of an industrial revolution that takes place in the fantasy world of the East.
When I mention this, I can't help but sigh that the great prophecy technique brought me a great shock back then and had a great influence on my later creations.
(End of this chapter)