Chapter 185 "Truth Serum" (asking for guaranteed monthly ticket) "What do you think, Ms. Janna?" Lumian smiled and responded to her with the words Janna just said. "Fuck!" Janna raised her hand, turned around angrily, and returned to the first floor. Lumian thought for a few seconds, knocked on the table in front of him, and said to Louis and Sakota: "Give me a glass of aniseed absinthe." As the "protector" of the Breeze Ballroom, he can eat and drink here for free. Thinking that most of the profits from the dance hall had to be given to the boss and used to bribe the police, he was even less willing to save money. No matter how hard it is, don’t make yourself suffer, and try to put some injustice on your boss! Lumian drank two glasses of light green liquid with a bitter taste and a psychedelic feeling, and stayed in the Breeze Ballroom until almost midnight. He stood up and said to Louis and Sakota: "I'm going to bed, you guys wait until the dance hall closes and go back by yourselves. "If anyone causes trouble, just throw them out. If you can't defeat them, gather everyone together. If you dare to shoot, don't worry, I will be responsible for anything that happens."

What he didn't say was: If I can't take responsibility, then let the boss worry about it. ——The Breeze Dance Hall is open until 2 . every day, around 10:30 to 11 . "Yes, boss." Sakota and Louis answered in unison. Back in the bedroom, Lumian stayed there for another quarter of an hour before picking up the brown suitcase containing Auror's witchcraft notes, squeezing out of the window, and jumping down from the second floor. He landed steadily, walked in the shadows, turned from Market Avenue into White Coat Street, and entered the safe house he had rented before. After hiding his witchcraft notes and putting some sulfur to repel insects, Lumian left the room and turned into the alley behind White Coat Street, intending to go to the Golden Rooster Inn and sleep there tonight. After walking a dozen steps, he saw garbage piled up next to a barricade. The scavengers and cleaners had to wait until the next morning to clean up, and by then the place had become a paradise for rats, cockroaches, flies and stray dogs. Seeing the rats and stray dogs, Lumian suddenly remembered something: There was one unconfirmed use for the three metal vials he obtained from the perverted Hedsey. It's a good time to give it a try... Lumian nodded imperceptibly. With his outstanding skills, extraordinary reaction, swift movements and strong observation ability, he quickly stepped on a gray-black-haired mouse, then squatted down, took out the slightly heavy metal bottle, and poured some of the odorless and colorless liquid into the mouth of the "prey". The mouse squeaked rapidly, but otherwise there was nothing unusual. "Given that pervert's style, I thought it was an aphrodisiac potion, but now it doesn't look like that... Well, that pervert himself has the extraordinary ability to stimulate desire, so there is no need to prepare an extra bottle of potion with duplicate effects..." Lumian loosened his right foot and watched the mouse escape to the side of other mice, squeezing here and there, squeaking non-stop, but without any other movements. Strange...Lumian looked at it for a long time but still couldn't make a judgment. Suddenly, a voice as clear as water sounded behind him: "What are you doing?" Lumian turned around and saw "Red Boots" Franka walking out from the shadows at the end of the alley. She was still wearing red boots, off-white breeches, a blouse and a black and white plaid tweed top, and her flaxen hair was simply tied up. Why are you here? Lumian was about to ask, but then he remembered that Franca lived at 3 White Coat Street.

He had no choice but to answer frankly: "Let's do an experiment." "What experiment?" "Red Boots" Franka walked over curiously. She swept her bright lake-blue eyes over the group of mice and said with a smile: "Did your sister teach you to use mice as experimental subjects?" "Do you mean the little white mouse?" Lumian felt that communicating with Franka was very easy, and many words did not need additional explanation. He then said: "Didn't Janna tell you that after I killed that pervert, I got three metal vials? One of them contained a gas that could make people unconscious, which I used up when I killed Hammer At. One of them contained the irritant gas that came with it, and I still have quite a few left. "The other bottle contains a liquid. I don't know what it does. Let's try it on these mice." Franka showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "It turned out to be something that pervert left behind." She immediately asked with some anticipation: "Could it be an aphrodisiac potion?" Why do you have the same idea as me, ma'am? Lumian pointed at the squeaking mouse with a hint of amusement: “It doesn’t look like it. "You seem a little disappointed?" Franka did not hide her emotions and sighed: "Yeah, it really is an aphrodisiac potion, that would be so fun." "If it really is an aphrodisiac potion, what do you want to use it for?" Lumian suddenly suspected that Franca wanted to do something to Janna. Franca glanced at him: "Fuck, are you slandering me in your heart and thinking that I have no moral bottom line? "I hope it's an aphrodisiac potion. I want to try it out to see what it feels like and how effective it is. I will drink some myself and let Gardner drink some. His mistresses can drink some too. As a minor, do you know what flirting and interest are?" “…” Lumian was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds he said, “You Trier people are really good at playing tricks.” "I'm not from Trier," Franca retorted, "but I agree with what you said." She turned her head to look at the small metal bottle in Lumian's hand: "Can I help you see if it helps?" “Aren’t you afraid of danger?” Lumian was slightly surprised. You know, it is not yet certain whether this bottle of liquid is a chronic poison or a medium of curse! Franka laughed and said: “You really need to brush up on your knowledge of the occult. "I was planning to use divination, and the 'witch' also has a strong divination ability." Aurore's witchcraft notes didn't mention this, it only recorded that the "witch" potion would cause sex change, and speculated that every "witch" was good at spells... Well, those who are good at spells should also be good at divination... Lumian handed the bottle of liquid to Franka. Franka walked to the edge of the alley and stopped behind a five-story house. She stretched out her right hand and wiped it back and forth on the dim glass window a few times.

At the same time, she whispered something in Hermetic, but even with Lumian's hearing, he could only hear a few words: “Spiritual”… “Ask”… “Answer”… After a few seconds, the glass window became dark and deep, as if it led to an unknown mysterious world. Franka took a step back, raised the metal bottle, and spoke in Intis: "What does the liquid in it do?" From the depths of the glass window, a voice that seemed to come from the bottom of the river answered with a distinctly old feeling: “Induce the desire to talk.” Franka nodded, said thank you, and ended the divination. When the glass window returned to its original state, she turned to Lumian and said: "It should be a potion similar to 'truth serum'." “Veritaserum?” Lumian asked back. Aurore had not mentioned the term. Franka explained casually: “It’s a potion that makes people tell the truth. "Once a person's desire to talk is aroused, coupled with the interrogator's questions, although there will be a lot of nonsense, it is difficult to lie, and what they say should be what they really want to say." Confessing desires... It's similar to that pervert's other abilities, both involve different human desires... It's worthy of being a gift from the "Mother Tree of Desire"... For a Beyonder like me who is not good at spiritualism and divination, this thing is very useful... Lumian took the small metal bottle handed back by Franka. Franca glanced around and asked with a smile: “Why did you come to White Coat Street to do the experiment? "Shouldn't your activities be limited to Market Avenue and the chaotic streets?" Lumian did not hide: "I rented a safe house here to store my sister's witchcraft notes, for fear that they would be damaged if targeted." "Very cautious." Franca nodded approvingly. "Your sister is very lucky to have a brother like you. I also had a younger brother before. He was arrogant, loved to show off, and had no practical ability. I wanted to teach him a lesson every day..." As she spoke, Franca fell silent and looked down at her red boots. It was there before, does that mean it’s gone now? Lumian keenly sensed the meaning that Franca didn’t mean to express, and immediately understood why the other party was suddenly in a low mood. After a few seconds, Franka smiled again: "Your sister should trust you very much, otherwise she wouldn't have told you about our organization. Although we didn't specifically emphasize that we shouldn't tell our family about the research group, almost no one disclosed it. After all..." Franka was silent again, and her smile turned bitter. What? Although Lumian was puzzled, he did not ask and simply explained why Aurore did that: "We were in the midst of a disaster and didn't know who would die and who would survive, so my sister told me some secret things, hoping that they would be useful in the future." "I understand." Franka nodded, adjusted her mood, and said with a smile, "I thought you came to White Coat Street to find me, and you couldn't wait to learn about the occult." "It's too late." Lumian already felt tired. Franka chuckled and said: "I won't do anything to you. Doing that with someone who knows their true gender is too, too crazy and too shameful." Really? I'm afraid that once you get used to it, you'll find shame more exciting... Lumian suspects that Franka, who was persuaded by "life is short, why not give it a try," will do more unexpected things.

After bidding farewell to the witch, he returned to the Golden Rooster Inn. Until Thursday, not much was happening in the Honest Market area. At eight o'clock in the evening, Lumian once again came to 19 Scheer Street in the Boulevard District and met Mr. K in the basement. Mr. K pointed to the three waiters holding silver trays behind him and said: "There are three magical items in total, and the prices are between Felgin and . You can choose your own." PS: Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month~ PS2: Thanks to wz for updating quickly and rewarding the Silver Alliance again~ (End of this chapter)