Chapter 342: Purpose (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days) “Hela” continued in that distinctly cold voice: "Don't worry about that. I've said before that our research institute is a very loose organization. Except for a few members who have close communication in private, the others only meet two to four times a year, and that's under disguise. "Your sister is usually in a more relaxed state at gatherings like this, which should be similar to how she normally is when you're with her. She'll just be careful to protect her own real information, so you can definitely act that out. "And you will definitely be familiar with many of the special words and sentences we use when communicating. Given your relationship with your sister, she will not deliberately hide them from you." “Yes.” Lumian’s mood suddenly became a little depressed. “She would also explain to me the specific meaning and tell me that it was said by a philosopher from her hometown or by Emperor Roselle.” After listening to this, Hela said: "If you really have the possibility to play the role of a 'Muggle' and communicate with the members of the research society, you don't need to deliberately mention that it is the words of the philosopher from your hometown. Just talk about the content behind it." “Should we add ‘Emperor Roselle once said’?” Lumian discussed the details seriously. Although he lacked key items and it was unlikely that he could truly disguise himself as Auror, and the essence of "Nisse's Face" was an illusion, it would be easily seen through by a Beyonder with the corresponding abilities. Even if the other party was just a Sequence 9 "Mystery Peeper", it would be clear that he was not a woman, and naturally could not be a "Muggle". However, he still hoped to try his best. Who knows if he would have the chance to obtain "Transfiguration" with less negative effects in the future.

As for the occult makeup of "secret glasses", it cannot give people psychological hints under the premise that the face must be covered at parties. Moreover, it cannot change gender, even if it is just a disguised gender change. “Hela” was silent for a few seconds, her cheek muscles slightly twitching: "If you really have the opportunity to play, try not to add it, because you can't accurately grasp when to add it and when not to add it. "You just need to remember one thing. Other members often use the prefix 'Emperor Roselle once said' to liven up the atmosphere or make everyone laugh." Why do I feel like Emperor Roselle's image in the Curly-Haired Baboon Society is not very good... Not that it's not very good, it's more like a comedian... Come to think of it, Aurore seems to be the same. Whenever she's in a bad mood, I just deliberately say 'Emperor Roselle said', and she will usually feel better, and even laugh out loud... Lumian doesn't quite understand the mentality of the members of the Curly-Haired Baboon Society, but because he has to pretend that he doesn't know their biggest secret, he didn't ask any further questions. He planned to ask Franka what happened if he remembered it later. Hela continued: "If you attend a party, just remember to listen more and talk less. Don't get deeply involved in discussions if you are not sure. When others bring up the past, change the subject if you can, or be perfunctory if you can. And show the personality and characteristics that a 'Muggle' would show in front of you, and you can play her well." Lumian thought for a moment: "This is just a disguise in appearance and performance. Your research institute should have no shortage of extraordinary people who are good at divination or have strong intuition. They can easily find out that I am not my sister." "No, on the contrary, they can prove that you are really a 'Muggle'." "Hela" gave an answer that Lumian did not expect. In his undisguised look of astonishment and surprise, Hela explained in detail: “First, most of us don’t know the reality of other members, so we can’t make very effective divinations or predictions; "Secondly, I have a certain understanding of your sister and used a certain item to divine her condition. The result is that I cannot determine whether she is alive or dead. It is like encountering a very powerful anti-divination." This... Lumian was stunned at first, then he figured out the reason: According to Ms. Magician, Auror is not completely dead yet and there is still a glimmer of hope for resurrection. However, her soul fragments are sealed by Mr. Fool. Normal divination cannot bypass the seal and peek into Auror's true state, which presents a very strong anti-divination effect. Hela took another sip of triple espresso coffee: "And most importantly, after meeting you today, my spiritual intuition tells me that if I 'divine' or 'prophesy' Aurore face to face with you, the result will point to you." What? Lumian almost asked back. Soon, he looked down at his left chest and smiled bitterly: "Perhaps it is because some fragments of my sister's soul are preserved in me in some strange way." At this point, Lumian let out a long sigh: "such a pity……"

After listening to Hela's analysis, he felt that he could really replace his sister and participate in the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" without being discovered. He really wanted to do this, because that way, he could support Franca's actions so that she wouldn't have to take risks alone, and they could also form a collaboration, one in the open and the other in the dark, so that the person with the problem would jump out by himself and fall into the trap. At the same time, Lumian could use those gatherings to learn more about Aurore. Unfortunately, he does not have the "transfiguration" to falsely change his gender, height and body shape. After a brief silence, "Hela" repeated her promise to follow up on the "April Fools' Day" question. Then she said quite frankly: "I came to Trier this time to look for something deeper in the catacombs. Do you know anything about that place?" Deeper into the catacombs? Lumian was startled and took the initiative to remind: "It's dangerous out there." He thanked Ms. Hela for her previous guidance in the letter and her suggestion just now, and told her everything he knew about the underground tomb and the strange phenomena he had witnessed before, and finally said: "For some reason, I was the only one who remembered that couple. Everyone else acted as if they had never existed. Well, the grave keeper named Kendall should have noticed something as well, but he just pretended not to notice." Hela listened quietly, neither surprised nor shocked, and asked: "Have you ever heard of the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain'?" "I heard about it from a charlatan..." Lumian frowned, trying to recall what Osta Trull said, "He said that the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain' on the upper level of the catacombs is fake. It was a puddle left by a construction error at the time, and the administrators packaged it into a legend. But in an ancient tomb deep in the underground world, there is a real Fountain of Oblivion, the Fountain of Forgetfulness." Hela did not comment on Lumian's statement, but nodded slightly. "Thank you." After saying thank you, she finished the rest of her triple espresso, stood up, and walked towards the door of the Little Cow Cafe. As she left her seat, the feeling of deep silence suddenly dissipated, and the sun seemed to illuminate the area again. Lumian sat for a while and drank his cup of Mackay coffee before walking along the old street towards Purgatory Square, intending to take a public carriage back to the market area. After passing the "Different" dance hall and the "Alone" bar, Lumian suddenly heard the crisp sound of tinkling. His heart moved, and he half turned his body and looked back, just in time to see a familiar figure walking into the "Alone" bar which had just opened not long ago. The figure was wearing a light white tulle dress and a small round hat decorated with silk flowers. Two small silver bells hung from her complicated bun, and there were similar items on her dark boots. Leah... Leah from the Eighth Bureau... Lumian recognized that person as the official investigator Leah who had entered his dream. She was supposed to belong to the Reston Provincial Branch of the Eighth Bureau, but now she appeared in Trier and entered the somewhat strange "Alone" bar. The "Different" dance hall is dangerous, and the "Alone" bar is not the base used by the Eighth Bureau to monitor the opponent? After retracting his gaze, Lumian continued to move forward as if nothing had happened. ………… After returning to the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian had no time to rest before he was summoned by the boss Gardner Martin to 11 Fountain Street in Memorial District. In a room lined with bookshelves, Gardner Martin, wearing a light-colored shirt and dark trousers, smiled in good spirits: "I heard from Franka that you have completed your revenge?" Lumian felt that the boss exuded a strange excitement, as if he was so happy before that he had not yet completely calmed down. He answered frankly: "Yes, I have killed Guillaume Bene, thanks to the help of Red Boots and Janna, as well as the intelligence dealer Anthony Reid I hired." He did not hide the participants, as he could not hide it from the boss. After all, they relied on "Mouse" Crystal and his pets to communicate with each other. Gardner Martin nodded slightly and said: “You are more efficient than I expected.

"Franca didn't explain it in detail enough. Can you give me a general idea of ​​the situation?" Lumian did not conceal anything for the "Sinners" organization, and demonstrated the various abilities that Guillaume Bene possessed by describing the specific effects. Gardner Martin listened carefully and asked thoughtfully: "What sequence do you think Guillaume Bene's strength is equivalent to?" Lumian answered without hesitation: "Sequence 5." Gardner Martin was silent for a moment, and then he said: "I asked you to come here because I have a task for you." "What mission?" Lumian did not hide his curiosity. Gardner Martin smiled again: "It's simple. Go to the Mechanical Cafe in the Opera District and contact a literary and arts organization called 'Black Cat'." "I have no artistic talent." Lumian was very honest. Gardner Martin smiled and said: “No artistic talent is required, you mainly act as a patron and make friends with one of the members of ‘Black Cat’. “His ancestors had the title of earl, and he likes to call himself that. "Well, his name is Puif Soren." PS: Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days~ (End of this chapter)