Chapter 293 Lavini Pier (The last half day to ask for monthly tickets) “Uh…” Franca pondered for a few seconds before saying to Jenna, “When it comes to losing control and going crazy, it doesn’t matter if you are from the Orthodox Church or a wild Beyonder, you are all equal. Those monks are just as likely to lose control and become monsters, or develop mental problems and head down the path to the abyss.” The more Janet listened, the more serious her expression became. It's not like Franca had not said similar words to her before, but she had never felt them in reality. It was not until she saw with her own eyes the secret cave deep in the darkness and the arms and thighs on the rock wall, and associated them with loss of control and madness, that she truly realized the cruelty and horror of those two words. Lumian then said: “That’s why ‘acting’ is so important.” “However, you must always remember that you are just acting. As an actor, you should know that you cannot immerse yourself in a role and cannot extricate yourself from it. Even if you are not a Beyonder, you will have mental problems if you do so.” Franca and Lumian sang in unison to educate the newcomer. After Janna nodded seriously, she returned to the story of the missing caretaker of Deep Valley Abbey: "My plan is to use my own channels to tell the people of the Church of the Eternal Sun about the location and situation of the secret cave. How they communicate with the authorities afterwards is their business, and we have no control over it. Even if they choose to suppress the matter in the end, it will be a precaution and we don't have to worry about any major problems. On the other hand, I will tell the client this information at the next gathering to see how he reacts. Maybe I can even give him some hard work fees." She chose to inform the people of the Church of the Eternal Sun rather than the Beyonders of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery because it was unclear which side of the internal conflict was trustworthy.

"I have no objection." After listening to what Lumian and Franka said, Janna had deeply realized the huge risks involved in this mission. Although she really wanted the 20,000 Felgin reward, she still controlled herself. Franka turned to Lumian and said: "The 'Harvest Festival' has found a buyer, but the transaction has not yet been formally completed. The price is 1 Felgin. "I have already given you 4000, and I will give you another 1000 in two days." “That’s very efficient.” Lumian praised with a smile. "I can't even tell whether you are praising me or mocking me." Franca muttered. Janna was listening with envy: The deals that Franca and Charles casually discussed were all worth 1 Felgin, and even if her mother was treated according to the worst possible scenario, their family would have owed a maximum of to Felgin in foreign debt. Is this a Beyonder? Jana's understanding of this aspect became clearer and clearer. Lumian glanced at the curtains that had already been drawn, and without asking Jenna to avoid him, he said directly: "I completed the final test last night and officially became a member of the boss's core group." "What kind of test?" Although she inevitably felt aggrieved, unwilling and angry, Franca, who had already vented her emotions once, was more curious. Lumian started from the time when Gardner Martin came to the Breeze Ballroom late at night and asked him to stay at 13 Market Avenue for a night, and continued until he avoided the abnormal pollution and waited for the sun to rise. He concealed the existence of Thermipoulos and portrayed himself as smart, decisive, sharp, and firm. He was able to judge the essence of the problem based on a few details and maintained the principle of "no response" under various influences. Making up stories has always been Lumian's strong point. Franca was terrified and suspicious when she heard this: "Were you really not shaken at all at that time?" Janna nodded secretly, thinking that if it were her, she would have been unable to help but respond when the door opened, but Franca would at most hold out until her face was covered in dripping blood. Lumian laughed. "I will definitely be shaken, but I trust my own judgment more." Franca looked him up and down for a few times, still a little unconvinced, and asked: "Did you really come up with the idea of ​​'don't respond' yourself?" “No.” Lumian finished the story he had just made up with a frank attitude.

"..." Franca and Janna were both stunned. Lumian took the opportunity to start another topic, saying with a smile: "Are you guys stupid? You must have gotten the information in advance, otherwise how could I, who just got rid of the hat of occult illiteracy, figure it out? "If you have the opportunity to go on the night watch, in addition to 'Don't Respond', remember to bring the mirror that can enter the underground mirror world. According to intelligence, the 'abnormality' at 13 Market Avenue may manifest differently depending on the approach." Franka suddenly realized where Lumian got his information from. She murmured: "You'll never find a girlfriend if you talk like that, kid!" She was almost provoked just now, let alone a real woman. This also made Franca secretly breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that this bastard boy Charles probably wouldn't have much popularity with the opposite sex for the time being. While Jenna was annoyed by the ridicule, she also regained a lot of confidence. She had thought that the gap in intelligence between herself and Ciel was too big to be bridged. Of course, it is also very admirable that Charles firmly believed in the intelligence and did not show any substantial wavering. She pursed her lips and said: "I am increasingly aware of the horror of the occult world." The anomaly at 13 Market Avenue was even more terrifying and appalling than the scene in the secret cave at Deep Valley Quarry. In comparison, her previous experience of being knocked unconscious and taken underground by the perverted Hedesi was more like a criminal case. "In the next few years, there will be more and more strange incidents like this." Franka never missed any opportunity to teach Janna, trying to make her more motivated and look forward to promotion. Lumian then talked about his own speculation that Market Avenue 13 only affected Beyonders of the "Hunter" and "Witch" paths at non-specific times. After discussing for a while, seeing that it was getting late at night, Franka and Janna left the Golden Rooster Hotel with a stack of occult magazines and returned to White Coat Street. ………… At three o'clock the next afternoon, after having spent the whole day pretending to be a good person at the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian took a public carriage and arrived at Lavigne Pier in the square area, ready to listen to Mr. Fool's bishop's sermon. It was a very busy inland port, filled with steam ships spewing white mist. A large number of dock workers, using various tools and their own bodies, moved boxes of goods down and stacked them on the flat surfaces set on the tracks. In addition to these, the dock is also lined with various huge machines, some of which are as high as ten or twenty meters, made purely of steel components, driven by giant steam engines, and operated by technicians, lifting steel boxes that humans cannot lift. At a glance, Lumian felt that the place was both messy and lively, both spectacular and dirty, full of vitality and revealing undisguised cruelty. He withdrew his gaze and took a walk around the pier. He did not ask the strangers who seemed to be visitors from the sea where the Church of Fools was. He was just like a tourist who came to visit on a whim. There are circles of buildings around the port, filled with bars, hotels, warehouses, beer houses, cafes, restaurants and dance halls, and the streets are full of hawkers. Lumian also saw frosted glass windows with green shutters. They belong to licensed prostitutes. After walking around for quite a while, Lumian found Mr. Fool's church.

It was an independent building that looked ordinary, as if it had been renovated from a normal four-story house with a bell tower and a spire. It was all black, and carved on the front wall was an occult symbol that Lumian was very familiar with: That is the symbol of Mr. Fool, a silver-white symbol composed of an incomplete "eye without pupil" and part of the "twisted line". Looking at the two-story-high gate, Lumian didn't rush in, but continued walking forward as if he was shopping. As a "hunter", it is instinctive to grasp the details of the surrounding environment in advance when there is a choice. After walking for more than ten meters, he chose a bar called "Sea Breeze", intending to listen to what the merchants, sailors from the sea and the citizens of this neighborhood thought about the "Fool" Church. The "Sea Breeze" bar is decorated like a ship cabin, with fish specimens, ship rudders, sail fragments and other things hanging on the walls. The air is filled with the smell of strong liquor and cheap cosmetics. Some of those dressed as sailors sat together playing cards, some were making out with street girls in the corner, and some were drinking and bragging loudly at the bar. Lumian looked around and spotted a man who could not be ignored. He sat on a single sofa near the bar, leaning back with his hands on the back of the chair, taking a sip of oatmeal beer from time to time, with his legs raised and placed on the edge of the small round table, his posture was quite arrogant. What caught Lumian's attention was not the condition of this person, but the performance of the sailors around him. They either avoided the place on purpose or passed by with a flattering and awed look on their faces. Even if they just chatted with the man and were joked with, they looked honored. A big shot from the sea? Famous? Lumian looked at the man casually. He was in his thirties, wearing a linen shirt, brown waistcoat, dark brown trousers and black leather boots. His eyebrows and hair were burnt yellow as if they had been burned by flames. His eyes were deep blue but bright, and his facial features were like those of a person from southern Intis. Noticing Lumian's gaze, the man smiled and raised the oatmeal beer in his hand. Lumian smiled back, walked all the way to the bar, and ordered a glass of Leronzi, the favorite of pirates and sailors. After taking a sip of the strong liquor filled with malt aroma and burning taste, he did not hide his curiosity. He pointed at the single sofa nearby with his chin and asked the bartender in a low voice: "Who is that?" The bartender's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked in a low voice: "you do not know?" It seemed surprising to him that he did not know that person. PS: I ask for your monthly votes in the last half day~ The chapter for tomorrow's noon will be updated ahead of time at 00:05, and the chapter for 7pm will be updated ahead of time at 12:30pm. (End of this chapter)