Chapter 369: Witch Cult Are all the dogs around this monastery so pious? Lumian looked away and muttered to himself. He then left the woods. For him, what he needed to understand was the route from Red Swan Castle to the Sacred Heart Monastery and the environment that could be utilized along the way. As for what the Sacred Heart Monastery looked like and whether it had any special features, he didn't care at all. By three or four in the afternoon, he had surveyed the terrain around Red Swan Castle and found several escape routes that could be used in emergencies. Some of these routes were main roads with freight railways next to them, while others required crossing woods, lakes or hills. These routes were not only relatively hidden, but also contained many natural traps. Lumian originally considered whether to sneak into Red Swan Castle in the form of a dog, but later found that the guards there were very strict and if a stray dog ​​dared to approach, it would be shot dead. "What a pity. The 'Animal Creation Technique' can only transform into larger animals, and the implicit requirement is that the fur can cover the curled up human. Otherwise, I can turn into a mouse. I don't believe you can defend against it!" Lumian sighed and left the area, finding a deserted place nearby. Then, he used his spiritual power to vibrate the air inside the dog skin and mumbled two words in the Hermetic language: "Your Excellency the Archbishop!" It was not difficult for Lumian to make sounds in this way, but the difficulty was that he was sealed by the "Beast Creation Technique", and his spirituality was also restricted. He could not extend his body and dog skin, and his number had become very scarce. Therefore, the corresponding sound would be confined to the dog skin, and others could not hear it. Moreover, he could not say more than a few words, and could only recite the spell to remove the spell. A dim light flashed, and the brown dog skin split open, revealing Lumian's body. Lumian climbed out, folded up the fur, and held it in his arms.

It no longer possesses any magical powers and must be used with the help of a ritual to function again. Lumian has no intention of discarding it. After all, it is difficult to find such a complete and large dog skin. “There’s only one ritual dog skin left. We have to use it sparingly.” Lumian muttered as he followed the familiar road towards the nearest town. In a metropolis like Trier, ritual dog skin is more practical than ritual sheep skin and ritual cow skin. If Lumian puts on the latter two and becomes the corresponding animal, he will become the focus of the public instead. He will not be able to avoid attention. After all, if you see a sheep walking alone on the street, everyone wants to take it home quietly and make all kinds of delicacies. Besides, there are perverts in Trier who like sheep's butts. ………… It was already dark when Lumian returned to Apartment 3, 601 White Coat Street. Franca changed back into her usual attire, and sat cross-legged in the easy chair, staring at the "lie" necklace placed on the corner of the coffee table with a vigilant look, as if the other party would jump up and slap her at any time. "What's wrong?" Lumian closed the half-open door and put away the "lie" casually. Franka's expression changed several times, and she said, "Ah": "After I came back, I had nothing to do, so I tried to fine-tune my face, and the result was..." At this point, she sighed with fear and nostalgia: “I was mesmerized by myself in the mirror! "I have never seen such a perfect woman. Just looking at her face, I can stare at her for a whole day, no, for a lifetime!" Lumian thought for a moment and said: "You can lie to others, but never to yourself." "I understand, but the effect of 'Pleasure Witch' plus 'Lie' is really too strong." Franka said sincerely, "I finally controlled myself and took off the necklace and threw it on the coffee table. Well, my obsession also magnified my emotions, but I still couldn't help but think about it and wanted to try it again. Haha, my heart has withstood the test." After no longer seeing the "lie" necklace, Franka obviously relaxed and laughed: "Were you just playing, uh, admonishing me with your sister's language habits?" "Yes, preparing to attend your party." Lumian did not hide the fact that he had been practicing Aurore's way of speaking recently. Franka nodded slightly and said: "It's quite natural to use it. If it's always at this level, hiding it from them won't be a problem."

Without waiting for Lumian to respond, the “Witch of Pleasure” said with a teasing smile: “How do honey grilled chicken wings taste?” “Not bad.” Lumian commented pertinently. Franca asked with interest and a hint of sarcasm: "Could it be the dog's sense of taste? Is the sense of smell enhanced?" "There will be some impact, but it won't turn into a dog completely. It will still retain a large part of human feelings." Lumian gave the answer with an experimental attitude. "What about other aspects?" Franca asked further. Lumian thought about it and said: "Other aspects? It's more like my soul has been stuffed into a real dog's body. Everything I do will be restricted and affected by the body, including..." Sitting on the couch, he raised his legs, posing as if a canine was urinating. Franka said, “Whoa!” "Do you really not care about your image at all? Do you have no psychological burden at all?" "What's the big deal?" Lumian shrugged. Franca thought about it, her eyes turned slightly and said: "One last question. Uh, are you, are you affected by dog ​​hormones and have abnormal reactions to other dogs?" "The body is mine, the dog is just the skin, just an external restriction." Lumian looked at him with a look of "Are you a fool?" Then, he imitated the "magician" lady: "Have you finished asking questions?" "I've finished asking questions." Franca was satisfied. Lumian smiled: “Then it’s my turn to ask. "What do you think of the ladies you observed today?" Franka unconsciously turned the few flaxen hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail and said: "There are two suspects..." She repeated her speculation and finally said: "That orange-red-haired woman gave me a strange feeling, as if she was attracting me." Lumian smiled: "Your feeling is correct. She is at least a 'Pleasure Witch' or a Beyonder who possesses the corresponding magical items." After confirming that the person was a Beyonder of the "Witch" Path, he felt an instinctive charm similar to Franka's from the other party's every move. For him, who had most of his abilities sealed, this was a bit difficult to resist. Fortunately, the "Mendicant Monk" still had his patience. "'Witch'?" Franka had thought about this possibility before, and said to herself thoughtfully, "Yes, how could a women's party not attract one or two 'witches'..." Lumian understood something: "To bring joy to others and also to yourself?"

He felt it was a need to act. "That's one thing. Even if it's not for digesting the potion, I would still want to go, but I can control myself. Other 'witches' may not be able to do that." Franka said with a look of disdain and a sigh. Lumian didn't quite understand what he said, so he said: "She later stalked you, but you shook her off." "Ah..." Franka was stunned for a moment and said, "She should be from the witch family." "The witch family you mentioned?" Lumian had heard Franka briefly talk about this secret organization before. In fact, he never really understood why the "witches" could form a family? Matriarchal society? Franka sighed and said: "Yes, it's also called the Witch Cult. The earliest source is the family established by the descendants of the 'Original Witch' in the Fourth Epoch. Well, the 'Original Witch' is a Sequence 0 of the 'Assassin' Path, a true deity. She is widely believed to be an evil god, also known as the 'Chaos Witch'." "Original Witch"... Lumian wrote down the name. Franka continued: "The core of the witch family has always been the descendants of the 'original witch', but they will also recruit or develop 'assassins' from other families, which is equivalent to a sect, controlling all the potion formulas and most of the resources of this path. "Only witches from the witch cult would track a suspected wild witch if they met her for the first time." “To recover the Beyonder characteristics?” Lumian asked. Whether it is recruiting or killing, they all belong to the recycling extraordinary characteristics. Franca pursed her lips and said: "Yes, they don't want the Beyonder characteristics of the Witch Path to be lost outside their sect. Moreover, they hate female Assassins and want to eliminate them whenever they see one." “Why?” Lumian couldn’t understand. Franka gave him a "resenting" look, as if blaming him for asking such a question. She sighed and said: "Because the 'Original Witch' was originally a man, and in the process of becoming a god through the 'Assassin' path, she was completely transformed into a woman. As a result, her mind was twisted and full of pain, and the people of the Witch Cult claimed that they wanted to get closer to the Origin. "So, every 'witch' in the Witch Cult was once a man. After experiencing pain and suffering, they all became extremely twisted and wanted to see other men have similar encounters and experiences. You may not know that these 'witches' will find men to give birth to children, send away the female babies, and keep the male babies to repeat their mother's life." As the prankster of Cordu Village, Lumian couldn't help but shake his head: “Isn’t this too perverted?” "What's even more perverted is that the fathers of those children eventually became 'witches'." Franka said the information she got from Ms. Judgment, and exhaled fearfully, "I have been avoiding them. I don't want to be discovered by them." "But you are originally a man, so don't be afraid." Lumian didn't quite understand. "Are you worried that after joining the witch sect, you will be contaminated by their perversion and distortion?" Franka nodded solemnly: "yes. "Besides, I'm already a Minor Arcana of the 'Tarot Club', how can I join the Witch Cult?" Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said: "Don't you also want to join the 'Iron Cross'?" "That's different. That's a mission from the Tarot Club." Franka defended herself reflexively. Lumian didn't dwell on this topic and nodded thoughtfully:

"No wonder you said that women's parties tend to attract 'witches'." Franca sneered immediately: “That is, most ‘witches’ belong to witch sects and have vertical or horizontal connections. Otherwise, half of the people at a female fun party might be ‘witches’. "The more extreme case is like getting an invitation to a strip club and going to watch it, but it turns out that all the people who show up are men." After mumbling a few words, Franca looked at Lumian and said with great embarrassment: "What's next?" (End of this chapter)