Chapter 370 Salon Lumian understood Franca's concerns and said with a smile: “Two directions: "First, ask your Major Arcana card whether you want to take the opportunity to contact the Witch Cult. You are originally a man, so you don't have to worry about being cleared out. As long as you can pass the corresponding background check, you can use their resources to improve yourself. When you can't pretend anymore, let your Major Arcana card give you a mission to stay away from Trier, and then you can run away. "Think about it. You have already reached Sequence 6. Most of the higher-level resources are controlled by the Witch Cult. It is much easier and safer to infiltrate them and obtain them from the inside than to become their enemy and take the risk of hunting them. Of course, the premise is that your Major Arcana card can provide a way to hide from the gaze of the 'Original Witch'." Franca was stunned and muttered: "Why do you look so skilled..." Lumian sneered: "Have you lost your memory? I'm doing something similar right now, infiltrating the Iron Cross on behalf of the Tarot Society. "What's the biggest benefit? After I complete the mission of the Iron Cross, I can ask Gardner Martin for a reward, and I can also report to my Major Arcana and get a reward from her on the grounds of progress in lurking. One mission, two rewards. Otherwise, why do you think the number of magical items on me can increase so quickly?" Of course, Mr. K was also a major contributor, but there is no need to tell Franka about that. "One mission, two rewards..." After repeating it several times, Franka suddenly realized, "I was originally cooperating with you to carry out tasks related to the Iron Cross. Will this conflict with contacting the Witch Sect?"

Lumian had a look on his face that said, “You’re still not that experienced.” "No, how could there be a conflict? Just confess to the Witch Cult that you hope to switch to the Hunter Path at Sequence 4 and change back to your original gender. So you are tracking down the Iron Cross. You already have enough clues and have made great progress. "According to what you said, those 'witches' all changed from men to women. I don't believe they have never thought of using the jump path to retrieve their lost things. This reason is enough to convince them. "Moreover, 'Witch' and 'Hunter' are adjacent paths. They must have some ideas and intentions towards the 'Iron Cross'. Now that you have the opportunity to infiltrate the latter, they will most likely not stop you. Instead, they will pay more attention to you. "The most important thing is that you will be the person in charge of the market area and the Iron Cross in the Witch Cult. If you want the witches above to know about what happened here, they will know. If you don't want them to know, they won't know. For example, the existence of the female assassin Janna." At this point, Lumian smiled: "You can also take advantage of the witch sect to train Jana. When the high-ranking witches find out that a powerful all-female witch was raised by their own sect, will they be so angry that they lose control on the spot?" This is very interesting to think about, and can be said to be the ultimate provocation and ridicule. Franka nodded slightly: "If you drank the Instigator potion, it might take a week to digest it completely." "I'm just igniting a certain fire within you." Lumian leaned back against the sofa. Franka chuckled and said half sarcastically and half jokingly: "If I really joined the Witch Cult, and you reached the Sequence 5 qualitative change node, but didn't get the Sequence 4 potion formula and corresponding main materials from the 'Iron Cross', would you consider changing to a 'Witch'?" Lumian thought carefully for a moment and said: "It depends on the situation. If you urgently need the status and strength of a Sequence 4 to complete something, then you can switch. You can choose whichever is simpler and easier." "..." Franca was a little stunned after hearing this, "You, you really don't have any psychological burden?" Make such an important choice sound like whether to drink absinthe or leronci tonight. Lumian responded with a phrase his sister had used: "I'll do whatever it takes." He then added: “As long as the goal can be achieved.

"Besides, can't we just switch back to Sequence 3?" “How can you just turn around? Most Beyonders will never be able to advance to Sequence 4, let alone Sequence 3. The higher you advance, the harder it is, whether it’s the probability of losing control or the acquisition of resources.” Franka felt that Lumian was oversimplifying things. Lumian smiled and said: "Anyway, isn't it just a fantasy now? Let's confirm whether it is feasible?" Franka was speechless and asked: "Didn't you say there were two directions? What's the other one?" "Find a way to hunt down the 'witch' of that witch sect, get detailed information about the women's party from her, and then take action against participants who are suspected to be members of the 'Supreme Bliss Society'. Target those core members who are closely related to Susanna Mathis as quickly as possible in a short period of time and eliminate the hidden dangers." Lumian said in a concise manner. "This is feasible, but if the members of the 'Spiritual Society' did not actually participate in the Women's Joy Party, but only contacted some of them, simply hunting that 'witch' may not give us the information we want, and it will inevitably attract the attention of the higher-level forces of the Witch Cult, and we will have no chance to investigate further." Franka thought and analyzed, "I will contact my Major Arcana first to see what she thinks of my contact with the Witch Cult." She was somewhat moved by what Lumian said. Lumian hummed, but did not urge Franca. After all, she would not go to the Red House Café in Xia Yue again until two or three days later. Before that, there was an invitation to the salon of Count Puyver. ………… On the third day after surveying the surroundings of Red Swan Castle and informing Ms. "Magician" and Mr. K of the invitation, Lumian arrived at the beige castle in a four-wheeled, four-seater carriage provided by Gardner Martin. He was not dressed too formally, without a tuxedo, a top hat, or even a gentleman's cane. He was wearing a light brown hunting suit, off-white breeches, brown boots, and a Loen-style deerstalker hat in his hand, letting his blond and black hair blow in the wind. Based on some anecdotes Aurore had mentioned during casual conversation, Lumian knew that in similar literary and artistic salons, dressing too formally would make one stand out from the other participants and appear like a fool. Of course, this suit was also deducted from the 1 Felgin activity funds that Gardner Martin had just given him, and it cost him a full 1000 Felgin. Lumian took the invitation letter, accepted the inspection of the guards, and passed through the heavy gate that was several meters high. There is a hall here, but it is decorated rather simply, like a resting place for the butlers, male servants, maids and guards brought by the guests during a big banquet. Lumian looked around to make sure this wasn't the hall from his nightmare. Passing through here, there is the atrium at the back, and opposite the atrium is the main building of Red Swan Castle. It is six or seven stories high and is surrounded by a circle of towers. Lumian subconsciously raised his head and looked towards a narrow window on the third floor. In his nightmare, there was a man with dark red hair who dug out his own brown eyes behind the glass. At this moment, there was nothing behind the transparent glass window, reflecting the slightly mottled light-colored wall. Mottled... Don't they want to repaint the walls in the room? Aurore said that the annual repair costs of similar castles are astronomical... Lumian retracted his gaze and walked into the main building. As soon as he passed through the double doors, his eyes narrowed and his mood became a little heavy. This hall was exactly the same as the one in his nightmare! Whether it was the crystal chandelier hanging high or the spiral gold-inlaid staircase leading to the second floor, they were almost identical to what I had in my dream. Although Lumian had anticipated this, he still felt a bit complicated when it actually happened. The male servants in the hall were all wearing bright red uniforms with gold edges, and they lined up in two neat rows to welcome his arrival.

Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly, and he felt that the red color was as bright as flowing blood. The salon is located in the large living room on the first floor. It is elegantly decorated with thick dark red patterned carpet. A group of sofas are placed near the window, and high stools and armchairs are scattered around the sofas. On the other side of the living room, a tall girl was sitting in front of a brown piano. She was wearing a plain and clean white corseted dress with sky blue patterns, and her brown-red hair was naturally draped behind her. When Lumian walked into the large living room, the girl's hands were sliding on the piano keys, bringing out a melody like the sound of spring water. Count Puyver was sitting on a single sofa. A lady with black hair, blue eyes and an elegant temperament was squatting beside him, leaning on the armrest, talking to him with a low smile. Whether it was the novelist Anoli, the painter Maren, the critic Ernst & Young, or the poet Ilett, they all brought their female companions, chatting in the sofa area or wandering around the tables with desserts and barbecue. Besides them, there were other guests. Lumian took a quick look and saw a familiar face. That was Laurent, who lived in the Golden Cockerel Hotel, the bastard who was said to use his mother, Madame Lacazan's hard-earned money to go to high-end cafes and meet people from the upper class. Laurent was still wearing the same neat black tuxedo, with his brown hair neatly combed into a 3:7 split, which made him stand out from the crowd of writers, painters, poets and critics around him who were dressed casually. He was not restrained by this. His dark brown eyes were always smiling and his slightly thin lips kept saying greetings. The next second, Laurent also saw Lumian, and his pupils suddenly dilated as if he had met a demon. Isn’t this the current owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the notorious gangster leader, Charles Dubois? In an instant, a strong fear surged in Laurent's heart. He was worried that his identity would be exposed, causing him to lose the connections he had worked so hard to build! He is only one step away from success! Wow, you’re doing pretty well, you even got an invitation to a salon like this… Lumian smiled at Laurent and pointed at himself, meaning that we are the same group of people and we just need to pretend not to know each other. As Laurent breathed a sigh of relief, Lumian walked towards Count Puyfer. He complained casually: "I didn't say I wanted to bring a female companion. You're making me look like a fool!" "Haha." Count Puyver and others laughed, feeling proud of a successful prank. After laughing, Count Puyver pointed to the girl playing the piano: "If you don't mind, you can invite my cousin, Miss Eloise." (End of this chapter)