Chapter 368 Observation The Red House Café is decorated in a small town country style, with enamel tableware, beamed ceilings, checkered tablecloths and decorative paintings with wooden frames, making it look simple and elegant, in stark contrast to its gaudy and fashionable exterior. Franka ordered a cup of fragrant Intis coffee, sat by the window, and basked in the sunshine. She casually glanced around, observing the few customers and waiters: Most of them are women, especially the waiters. There is not a single man. They are dressed neatly and behave elegantly, and it is obvious that they have received special training. The only two men seemed to be wine merchants from outside. They sat opposite each other and discussed the impact of this year's abundant rainfall and sufficient sunshine on the quality of grapes. Among the three female customers, one was elderly, with white hair and simple clothes. She greeted passers-by outside the window from time to time and looked like a local resident. One was about thirty years old, with a black hat with a veil next to her hand, and a blue corseted long skirt. Her facial features were relatively ordinary. One had a pretty face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and her naturally draped brown hair was curled like waves. Her skirt was very plain in color and her temperament was quite quiet. Except for the local old lady, the other two looked like participants in a happy party... Franca withdrew her gaze, thinking that the first floor with more than ten or twenty tables did not look like a place for a private party. She suspected it was either in the basement or upstairs closer to the red mushroom-capped roof. From where Franka was sitting, she could easily see the situation at the door. The big brown and yellow dog that Lumian had transformed into was lying there quietly, watching every human who came in and out of the Red House Café, as well as the customers and waiters inside, as if basking in the sun. No one cares about a stray dog ​​on the side of the road, except for the stray dogs passing by. It bared its teeth and growled at Lumian, who had taken its usual spot. Lumian was helpless. He couldn't really fight with another dog as a dog, right?

For him, this was not a big problem, as he did not care much about his face, but the important thing was that the "Art of Animal Creation" sealed most of his extraordinary abilities, and even his strength was limited to the level of a dog. Of course, with the size of the big dog he has turned into, it is easy for him to bully small and medium-sized canine creatures, but the guy who is now baring his fangs and claws at him is also huge, but just a little thin. Fight! Fight! Seeing this through the window, Franca suddenly became excited and could not control her emotions. But she didn't want to control it. It was a rare occasion that Lumian encountered such an embarrassing situation where it would be even more embarrassing if he didn't fight back. How could she just watch the fun? Lumian, who was lying by the door, raised his right palm, no, his right front leg. Based on his experience from last time, he focused a bit of his energy on his palm. A slight feeling of madness and the smell of blood that only Lumian could smell appeared in this tiny area. The big brown dog, so thin that your bones could be seen, froze for a moment, then ran away with its tail between its legs. "Uh... be more thoughtful! Why did you run away?" Franca in the Red House Cafe felt disappointed. She couldn't understand why the dog was suddenly afraid of Lumian. That "hunter" couldn't use his abilities, at most he could emit a provocative aura! At the same time, Lumian laughed at himself in his heart: "If the Blood Emperor knew that I was using his aura to scare dogs, would he peel off my skin?" After this episode, Franka turned her attention back to the cafe. She followed the descriptions in fashion magazines and, based on her life experience over the past year, drank her coffee elegantly, occasionally doing some daily movements that showcased her feminine charm. She felt that almost everyone in the cafe was looking at her, some quietly and covertly, while others were open and even smiled kindly at her. The elderly local lady smiled at Franka, picked up the honey-grilled chicken wings on the plate, and walked out of the Red House Cafe. She stopped in front of Lumian and said to herself in surprise: "I changed it..." Lumian immediately had a bad feeling as he watched the old lady squat down and bring the brown and greasy grilled chicken wings to her mouth. He hesitated for a second, then like a real dog, he bit the chicken wing and started chewing it, allowing the old lady to stroke his furry head. To be honest, he was still a little uncomfortable with the way canine creatures eat, but fortunately, the old lady stroked him twice and then got up and left.

Inside the Red House Café, Franca watched Lumian clumsily tearing chicken wings, and without trying to hold back her amplified emotions, she laughed with a trembling body. If she hadn't been concerned about her image, she would have laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward. She also wanted to get some food out to feed Lumian! Without any deliberate imitation, Franka, who was naturally herself, seemed more attractive to other people in the cafe. The mysterious charm of her black hair and brown eyes, as well as her elegant and casual demeanor, make her attractive in a way that is different from other women. Just then, a woman in a light-colored hunting suit, riding a brown horse, returned from the racecourse near the East Logne Forest and stopped in front of the Red House Café. She jumped off the horse swiftly and took off her hat. The long orange-red hair immediately broke free from its restraints and fell like a waterfall, adding a bit of wildness to the clean, pure and delicate face. The woman in hunting clothes tied up her horse, took the whip, entered the Red House Café, and walked towards the young woman with a quiet temperament and beautiful appearance. Franca had stopped laughing at Lumian. She felt that the new woman was more of a partygoer than anyone else here. Although she is the prettiest, has the most delicate features, and looks innocent, she has the temperament that allows her to play a male role. Such people are bound to exist at women's parties. Franca raised her right hand and lifted the black hair that fell to her lips, showing her feminine charm subtly. The woman with long orange-red hair had been subconsciously looking at everyone in the cafe. At this moment, she was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she was amazed. But Lumian, who was lying quietly at the door, noticed that the woman in hunting clothes frowned slightly after being stunned. She withdrew her gaze and continued to walk towards the quiet woman with wavy hair, lowering her head and flirting with her for a few words. Then, the two of them walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor while chatting casually. Franka glanced at them from the corner of her eye and had some guesses in her mind: These two are most likely participants in a female party, but it is not known whether they belong to the "Moment Party" or the "Daffodil Party". Franka drank her coffee slowly without making any attempts. After more than half an hour, she saw that the two men still hadn't come down, so she took the initiative to leave her seat and walked out of the Red House Cafe normally. She planned to stop here today. If she was too eager to make contact, she would definitely be suspected. She planned to forge an identity and live in the nearby Lavigne Pier, and then come to Chaillot every two or three days, or even more frequently. After all, this is a famous wine producing area with beautiful scenery. Many tourists come here every day, which must be very attractive to a lady who has just moved to the surrounding area. Lumian was still lying quietly at the door of the Red House Cafe, as if he had nothing to do with Franca. Almost at the same time, he looked around and saw the beautiful girl with long orange-red hair standing behind a glass window on the second floor. She stared at Franca's back quietly, her expression not one of love and longing for her homosexuality, but one of seriousness, alertness and contemplation. Why did she react like this? Did she find out that there was something wrong with Franca? How did she find out? Lumian stood up in confusion, as if he had been basking in the sun, and walked around to the alley between the Red House Cafe and the side building. This place is closer to the direction Franka left. Soon, the woman in hunting clothes with long orange-red hair appeared behind the glass window on the side of the second floor.

She looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to the place except for a big brown dog sleeping in the corner. She then gently opened the window and landed in the alley like a feather. Immediately afterwards, the girl with a clean face and pure temperament hid in the shadows. The "drowsy" Lumian watched this scene quietly, with thoughts racing in his mind: "Feather falling...shadows lurking...beautiful appearance...outstanding charm...is this a 'witch'? "It is because she is also a 'witch' that she sensed something amiss in Franka's appearance and charm and decided to follow her?" Lumian stood up, spread out his four legs, and followed Franca from a distance as if taking a walk. As for the woman in hunting clothes with long orange-red hair, she was always hiding in the shadows. Lumian had no way of determining her location, but he knew that she must be not far from Franca. Franca was not in a hurry to leave the town of Chaillot. Like a real tourist, she visited the nearest vineyards, tasted the free red wine in the store, and bought some local specialties. It was almost noon when she entered the department store in this wealthy town and tried on various styles of women's clothing. Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Lumian lost sight of Franca, and then saw the clean-faced woman in hunting clothes walking out of the shadows in the corner of the department store and looking around. She was also dumped by Franca. A relieved smile appeared on Lumian's cute dog face. Getting rid of the imaginary stalker is the final step of today’s operation, and Franka, with the help of “Lies” and the ability to counter divination, did a great job! She must have taken advantage of the shoppers here and used the cover of trying on clothes to change her image and leave openly. After the woman in hunting suit returned to the Red House Café after searching in vain, Lumian also left the town of Chayo and headed towards the Erato district. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was still a dog and conduct an on-site survey of the environment around Red Swan Castle. ——Guillaume Bennet’s “beast creation technique” can last for seven days. When the time is up, it will naturally be dissolved and the ceremony must be performed again. Just as Lumian expected, Red Swan Castle was the beige castle in his nightmare that was stained with a lot of ancient blood. It stood quietly on the top of a hill, surrounded by a small river. Lumian walked around the place a few times and came to the nearest church building, the Sacred Heart Monastery of the Eternal Sun Church. He squatted quietly under the green trees that blocked the sunlight, gazing at the magnificent building with multiple spires and large patches of gold. As he looked, Lumian noticed a large golden retriever about ten meters away, also squatting and gazing at the Sacred Heart Monastery. (End of this chapter)