Chapter 449 Prophecy (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days of October) "Witches" are seen as negative forces that bring disasters...disasters...When Janna played the role of "instigator", she realized one thing, that is, instigation will inevitably bring disasters, but the recipient is uncertain and can change according to the subjective intention of the "instigator". Therefore, she is more sensitive to the word "disaster" and thinks that this may be an important entry point for playing the role of "witch". At the same time, she also confirmed a guess: "The power of the feminine... The 'witch' corresponds to the power of the feminine... "Sequence 2 of the Assassin Path is called Disaster Witch... This shows that even at the demigod level, disaster is still a key point..." Janna nodded slightly, walked to the door of the living room, turned the knob on the wall, and adjusted the light of the gas wall lamp there to the minimum. After she fixed the four gas wall lamps one by one, the room became quite dim, with a large number of shadows mixed in the faint light, as if something terrible was about to happen. Franka looked around and asked, half curiously and half for confirmation: "Are you creating a dark, scary, and weird environment?" Jane smiled and said: "In various plays and novels, don't witches appear in such circumstances?" "You are worthy of being a true acting apprentice." While praising Janna, Franca was also a little proud of herself, because she had quickly understood what it felt like to play a "witch". She even made dark potions for a while - they were effective, but not as good as those of the "pharmacists". In the eerie and dim room, Janna returned to the little bull.

She leaned forward slightly and uttered two words in Hermetic language in a low voice: "Your Excellency the Archbishop." Nothing happened. Lumian, who was outside the door, chuckled when he heard this, thinking that Janna was very serious in her acting. She knew clearly that she was not the gifter of destiny and could not use the simplified "animal creation technique", but in order to play the role of a "witch", she still had to go through the preset process. Lumian raised his voice to mimic Thermipoulos's grandeur, like a hidden being responding to the "witch" chanting an evil spell: "Your Excellency the Archbishop." In the living room, dim light emerged, and the brown cowhide cracked, revealing the figure of Bouvard Pompero, who was left with only a white shirt, black trousers and dark socks. After completing this task, Lumian continued to move forward until he reached the front door of 20 Terrace Street, and gazed through the glass of the bay window at the drizzle that seemed to be merging into the darkness. Janna half-knelt down and placed her right hand on Bouvard's forehead. Black flames emerged from her palms and penetrated into the body of the liaison officer of the "Sinner" organization. They made no crackling sound, but were like a stream of black water, drowning Bouvar from the inside out. After more than ten seconds, Bouvard suddenly twitched. After a few strokes, his body suddenly relaxed and a foul smell of incontinence emanated. He lost his life. Janna, who was dressed as a female mercenary, looked at her clothes with dissatisfaction, stood up and extended her hand to Franca. Franka understood the mystery and power of the "witch" she was playing, and cooperated by placing a bottle of prophecy potion in her palm. Janna knelt down on one knee again and poured the bottle of potion into Bouvard's mouth. A dark liquid that was constantly bubbling and emitting a faint silver-black glow entered the corpse's mouth and stayed there. A faint sound of wind whistled by, and the extremely dim light of the gas wall lamp was tinged with a hint of blue. Sensing this familiar change, Lumian knew that Bouvard had died completely and the gifted power had returned to the mother body, so he turned back from the front door, walked past Anthony Reed, and re-entered the living room.

Gulu! He heard the sound of the corpse swallowing the liquid. Suddenly, Bouvard sat up, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes became transparent and colorless. Looking at the rich colors, pure light, invisible figures and mercury-colored waves in the transparent eyes, Janna secretly felt that this was truly magical, while enduring the intense coldness and casting her gaze on Lumian and Franca. She had nothing to ask, she was just acting. Franka gestured to Lumian to think about the problem, and she was responsible for studying so that she could make good use of the remaining bottle of prophecy potion in the future. Lumian, who had experience and knew the rules, considered it for a moment and said to Janna: "Asking where is Voisin Sanson, the former owner of Voisin Cafe in Trier, Republic of Intis, at this time next week." In addition to the obvious meaning of this question, it also contains hidden temptations: If Bouvard's corpse cannot answer or give some seemingly normal answers, it means that by this time next week, Vasant Sanson will have left where these powerful gift-givers are currently staying, and the disaster may have already occurred! Janna nodded slightly and asked the question to Bouvard's body in a charming and deep voice. The pale face of the corpse was reflected in the dim blue light, with a little bit of dark green. He opened his mouth and answered in Intis: "Room 7." Room 7... so specific? But without the restrictive description above... Lumian originally thought that Bouvard's body would answer with a very rough description like the dead person he used last time, "Trier Red Princess District", which would narrow the scope of the subsequent investigation of the "Tarot Club", but he didn't expect Bouvard's body to directly say the room number where Voisin Sanson was currently located. For Lumian, this answer is not as useful as "Trier Red Princess District". There are countless Room No. 7 in the whole of Trier. Moreover, what if Room 7 is not in Trier? It is not necessary to be in Trier to plan a conspiracy! “Bouvar is the benefactor of the path of destiny. He has the ability to have destiny and the contamination left by the power of destiny… After his corpse drank the prophecy potion, he must be able to see more than the ordinary dead, and his foresight would be clearer. So why did this change happen?” Lumian muttered to himself. He immediately asked a confirmatory question: "Ask him where Puaris de Roquefort, from the Darriege region of the Leiden Province of the Republic of Intis, is this time next week." After listening to the "witch's" retelling, Bouvard's corpse replied in a disembodied voice: "Room 12." Room 12, Room 7... Madame Puaris and Vaisin Sanson were indeed in the same place. These powerful benefactors of the evil god cult in Trier gathered together, definitely not for eating and drinking... Lumian nodded slightly while thinking quickly about what question to ask next. From the two answers just now, he vaguely guessed that the "art of prophecy" seemed to be strongly interfered with regarding the current location of those who were blessed by the evil god. It could not provide any truly effective information. He could only ask in a different direction. After a few seconds, Lumian looked at Janna and said: "Q: When will Voisin Sanson leave his current building?" This is roughly equivalent to the time when the disaster may occur, or when major action may be taken. The strange scenes in Buvar's eyes were fading quickly. After listening to Jana's question, he opened his mouth and answered vaguely: "rainwater……" At this point, Bouvard's eyes popped open with a bang, blood spurted out, leaving only two holes that were contaminated by black and red. His body began to swell, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, pale, dull, and wet. The next second, the corpse disappeared from the eyes of Lumian and others, as if it had never existed.

Franka, who was holding a mirror and planning to use a curse on the mutated corpse, lost her target. She quickly looked around and only found various traces left by the two eyeballs exploding. "Is this a prophecy of some extraordinary event or existence, suffering a horrible backlash and being dragged away by an unknown entity?" Franka made a quick judgment based on her limited experience. She then sighed: "See, divination and prophecy are dangerous things." Lumian nodded and said: "We will evacuate here now and go to Bouvard's house to pick up the rest of the loot." "Yes, we need to be prepared for unexpected events." Janna raised her head and looked at the ceiling. "What should we do with Paulina and the other evil god believers? Kill them all?" "I'll do it! I'll take charge of this matter!" Franca raised her hand, "I want to have some fun, no, pleasure!" She wanted to simply play the role. Seeing Janna and Lumian both looking at her strangely, Franka said "Pah": "What are you thinking? It's not like you can only get pleasure by doing that kind of thing!" Do something to entertain yourself? Lumian sneered and walked out of the living room, leaving a message: "I'll give you five minutes." Five minutes? Franka muttered as she sat down in front of the brass-colored mechanical typewriter, put on her gloves, and quickly typed on the keyboard. Not long after, Paulina and the housekeeper, who were tied up in the master bedroom, were all covered with a piece of paper, which read: "We are followers of the evil god!" "Believe in the existence of destiny!" "Catch us!" "Our leader is Voisin Sanson!" "Vazan Sanson and his core men went to a certain place and are said to stay there for three months!" “They went there more than two months ago! "I have 'Regeneration', 'Premonition of Danger' and 'Arc Technique', please be careful!" After pasting the papers, Franka looked around and was very satisfied and happy. She then said to the unconscious Pauline: "The flexibility of the Dancer may help you get rid of the ropes. I can only give you two more layers of coma." As soon as she finished speaking, she had already ignited Paulina's spirit with black flames, making her very weak, and then added a drug from the "Society of Bliss" to her. Clap, Clap. Franca clapped her hands, turned around and left the room. Behind her, black flames flowed everywhere, burning various traces. ………… After confirming that the alarm was successfully called, Lumian and others took away those valuables that could be quickly converted into cash from Bouvard's home, which was also located in the library district. After changing back to his original appearance and riding in a carriage back to the market area, Lumian was about to ask Franca something when he suddenly saw a figure flash by in the darkness outside the window.

The figure was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and dark socks. His eyes were empty and had become holes. His skin was swollen and white, as if it had been blistered. Bouvard Pomperaud! The body of Bouvard Pomperaud that disappeared before! PS: Please give me monthly tickets for the last three days of October~ PS2: Thanks to Xiao Xingyun\friend for the reward of Silver Alliance~ (End of this chapter)