Chapter 1054 Guardian
Thinking about the next direction, Lumian looked out the carriage window.
At this time, the taxi carriage had arrived at the gray-white walls that surrounded the entire Trier and lined up to leave the city.
The newly established church of the "Fool" Church in Trier is located on the outskirts of the city, right next to the bend of the Serenzo River, with an open river surface and convenient transportation, both a pier and a station, making it a picturesque town.
After Lumian came to this small town called Langbu, he found that it was not small at all, with many steam ships on the wharf, and the streets and alleys were crowded and lively.
asked the coachman, and Lumian probably understood why:
Most of the goods that want to enter Trier must be included in the city tax, but the tax rate is different, so many things that do not need to be sold in Trier or transited through Trier are unloaded at Lambu and sent to surrounding towns, which makes the town gradually prosperous, and also gathers many maritime merchants, adventurers and sailors, bringing the "fool" faith.
Lumian heard Franka mention that in fact, the "Eternal Sun" Church has always wanted to abolish the market tax to prosper commerce and increase circulation, but this tax is one of the main sources of income for the Republic of Intis, and Trier's market tax is equivalent to the sum of the entrance tax in several large cities, and the government cannot give up on it at all.
Lumian put on a wide-brimmed round hat and let the black veil hang down, and wandered around the town of Rambu.
Soon, he found the location of the "Fool" Church, which is now called St. Lumian's Church, but he was not in a hurry to enter, but stopped on the street to admire the wide glass windows and simple facades for a while.
"I hope that one day, no clergy will say that they will wrongfully accuse St. Lumian......" After joking in a self-mocking way, Lumian continued to move on.
The mainstream belief in this town is the "Eternal Sun", which worships St. Vieve, the patron angel of Trier.
Lumian glanced at the angel statue carved from white stone and walked into a bar diagonally across the square.
The bar is doing well, and on weekends, many Triers will come over to enjoy a variety of alcoholic beverages without paying city tax.
As soon as Lumian pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bar, he felt that his eyes were on him, some were surprised, some were amazed, some were greedy, some were excited, and some seemed to be swimming slowly as if a poisonous snake was swimming slowly on his body.
Only then did he remember that he was now a lady, a lady who exuded great charm even though her face was covered by a veil.
How could this be like this when I was a man before, at most a thief would observe it and judge whether there was value and possibility of stealing...... Hey, there is no sense of "going home" anymore...... Lumian shook his head slowly and took out a revolver directly from the "traveler's bag".
He reached for the door frame, pointed his revolver at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
The bullets hit clumps of dust, and the people in the bar were like athletes who heard the starting gun, and they quickly went their separate ways.
This leaves a wide path for Lumian to access to the counter.
When the chaotic and noisy dodge scene subsided, Lumian released the "imaginary bottle", held the revolver, and said in a cold but soft voice as he walked towards the bar:
"I just want to drink."
He immediately sat down on the high stool, knocked on the table, and said to the bartender who was looking at him in a daze:
"A cup of 'Green Fairy'."
The bartender woke up and quickly poured Lumian a glass of absinthe and added some lemon juice.
Lumian did not take off his hat, nor lifted his veil, and slowly scooped up the bitter and fragrant wine.
The rest of the bar gradually returned to normal, and in this town often infested with pirates and adventurers, they were used to similar things, so they were so skilled just now.
Lumian quietly listened to their chatter and whispers, trying to find useful information from them, especially those pointing to the "Sick Cult".
But unfortunately, what he heard was mainly a discussion of himself.
The most discussed thing is what it means to be a double-body person.
There is no shortage of literary and artistic interpretations, such as "there is a male body and a female side, flame and frost", and there is also no shortage of obscene and filthy, such as, "bulging above, hard below".
Lumian set his sights on the drunkard who said the last sentence.
His plateau lake-like eyes were like mirrors, reflecting the other party's figure.
The drunkard was using lewd movements to match the description just now, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and lower body, as if he had been burned by flames.
He screamed and fell directly to the ground, rolling in pain.
This made the people around him who were joking with him stunned.
After more than ten seconds, the drunkard finally came to life, he held on to the chair next to him and stood up tremblingly.
"What happened just now?"
"Sudden illness?"
"Hurry up and go to the clinic!"
The people around him spoke in a tongue-in-cheek manner.
The drunkard shook his head blankly:
"I suddenly hurt a little bit just now, but it's okay now......"
As he spoke, he lowered his head to check his physical condition, and was surprised to find that his chest was strangely swollen due to the unknown burning, and his lower body was like a stone, pushing up his crotch.
Almost at the same time, the people around him also discovered this situation.
"The top is bulging, and the bottom is hard......" I don't know who repeated the drunkard's words just now.
This...... The people around quickly moved away from this area, and looked at the drunkard with defensive eyes:
It is him, it is he who insults the saints, and it has nothing to do with us!
We didn't stand next to him, so don't let it affect us when lightning strikes him!
In the midst of fear, everyone present couldn't help but have a thought:
Is the new patron saint of the "Fool" church so effective?
Lumian withdrew his gaze and let the figure reflected in his eyes disappear.
This is a small punishment that does not affect physical function and physical health.
For Lumian, he didn't care at all about insulting him, he would just look for opportunities to play pranks, but not to insult Aurore.
Moreover, it is also an opportunity to rationally use fear to spread faith.
At the same time, it can also digest the "witch" magic potion.
Lumian looked at the absinthe in his hand and saw the shimmering dreamy green liquid reflecting his veiled, looming face.
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The crimson wine was gently swaying, and next to it were three puppets with blurred faces.
Franka leaned back in her chair, leisurely admiring the blood color that seeped into the puppet's texture and the hair that got into the gaps.
After looking at it for a few seconds, she turned to look at the three men standing in front of the desk, smiled and said:
"I have only two requirements for you:
"One is to help me collect all kinds of information, and the other is to abide by the thirteen rules I have formulated and treat those dancers and street girls well."
After Franka finished speaking, Janna, who was standing beside her, took a piece of paper and read it:
"First, do not force it;
"Second, ensure adequate rest;
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"Thirteenth, provide basic medical protection."
"We are gangsters, not bullshit charity!" The hottest of the three blurted out.
Franka laughed:
"Yes, I'm not doing charity either."
She then popped out a quiet black flame, causing it to fall on one of the puppets.
The puppet was suddenly covered in black flames and burned quietly.
The gang boss who was speaking just now suddenly screamed, and a wave of evil black flames erupted in his body.
He knelt on the ground in pain, his face distorted and shouted:
"I, I was wrong.
"I am doing charity!
"I promise! I agree!"
Neither Franka nor Jana responded, watching silently until the gang boss collapsed to the ground, convulsing to death.
Franka then looked at the other two gang bosses and asked with a smile:
"Do you have any opinions?"
"No." The speed at which the two gang bosses seemed to be shaking their heads in the game.
After Jian Na posted the paper with the thirteen rules on it on the wall, Franka stood up and said:
"Remember to watch it every day, if it goes against ......"
Franka picked up the two remaining puppets:
"You should know what they represent, this is the curse vector of the 'witch'."
After becoming a "Witch of Pleasure" and being able to directly rely on the mirror to apply curses, Franka no longer used similar black magic in battle, but the mirror curse was real-time and could not be fixed.
For the "Witch of Immortality", mastering this medium can also influence the immediate family of the target.
"I know, I know." The two gang bosses are now starting again.
Jane thought for a moment and said to Franka:
"Can I add a rule?"
"Of course." Franka smiled.
Jane Na picked up the pen and added another one to the pasted paper:
"Article 14, the annual interest rate of usury cannot exceed 36%, and additional fees such as handling fees and service fees cannot be charged."
"Is it okay?" Jian Na turned around and smiled.
The two gang bosses who were questioned did not dare to have any opinions.
Franka put away the two cursed puppets, and as she walked to the door, she said casually:
"I know there are some supporters behind you, no matter what they think, it won't affect your fight for territory and make money here, all I want is those two things just now.
"If the supporters behind you are not convinced, let them see this statue."
As she spoke, the gray light spread and fell on the dead gang boss.
The corpse quickly turned into a stone sculpture.
"Is this okay? If they want to do me a disadvantage, you will quietly inform me, right?" Franka looked back at the remaining two gang bosses and asked with a smile.
The two gang bosses first showed an obsessive expression that was difficult to contain, and then hurriedly responded:
"Yes! Yes!"
Leaving the room, Franka walked towards the dancers and street girls waiting at the staircase in fear.
"Boss......" shouted a few of the girls happily.
Franka nodded lightly and said:
"The next step is to go back to the way it used to be.
"But I still want to say that this is not a long-term career."
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Opposite the old pigeon cage theater, Franka and Jana sat on the aisle chairs, calmly watching the audience and actors coming in and out.
"Why don't you go say hello?" Jane Na asked.
Franka smiled:
"Don't go, since they are doing well, there is no need to go."
"Yes." Jianna nodded.
Franka then turned his head sideways and said half-sincerely, half-jokingly:
"This is for you, and you will be the protector of the actress in the future."
After looking for a while, they returned to the luxury villa.
At this time, Lumian had already returned and was saying to Anthony:
"Help me collect information about 'Illness Education'."
"'Sick Teaching'......" Franka suddenly understood what Lumian wanted to do, and quickly smiled, "I also have an intelligence channel, I'll let them pay attention!"
(End of this chapter)