Chapter 234 Mr. K's Purpose Janna's eyes turned slightly, she raised her arm and said: “This is a requirement for the theatre acting class!” After saying this, she seemed to relax a little, and her smile became much more natural: "Didn't I tell you that I work part-time as a waitress in a bar to earn a living? This is my boss, I'm here to talk to him about a raise!" Janna pointed at Lumian at the door of room 207 to make her words more persuasive. Elodie glanced at Lumian, then stared at Janna for a few seconds, nodded and said: "Remember to go home tonight." Janna's smile froze for a second and said: "it is good." Seeing Elodie busying herself again, cleaning the other side of the second floor, Janna tiptoed down the stairs and left the Golden Rooster Hotel. Not long after, she saw Lumian following her and couldn't help but complain: "Fuck! Why is my mom at the Golden Rooster Inn?"

Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Blame the old pigeon coop. Mr. Efe, the landlord of the Golden Cockerel Inn, is looking for a cleaning lady there who only works half a day, and your mother goes to the old pigeon coop regularly to watch plays." Janna gritted her teeth and said: "Those damn evil god believers!" She then swung her arms: "I told you honestly at night that I was working part-time as an underground singer to pay for next year's tuition, and I made quite a lot of money!" Lumian glanced at Janna's profile: "You don't seem too nervous and frightened?" Janna spat: “That’s my mother, not a man-eating monster. "She is a very gentle and open-minded person. I didn't tell her what I was doing before because I was afraid she would worry." "She'll be worried now too," Lumian reminded. Being an underground singer in dance halls and bars always involves dealing with gangs, and being bullied and oppressed is common. Janna smiled and said in a teasing tone: "I am now the mistress of Charles Dubois, the leader of the Savoy Party and the protector of the Breeze Ballroom. Who dares to bully me?" "That's even more dangerous." Lumian laughed. Janna retracted her gaze and looked at the vendors hawking their wares on the chaotic streets. "If my mother can't accept it, I plan to show her my current abilities and let her believe that I can protect myself." Really? Lumian did not cite the example of the perverted Hedesy. Janna put away the expression on her face and said in a slightly low voice: "She has suffered too much and worked hard for many years. I want to help her share some of the burden so that she won't break down her body." Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Since your father died?" Janna's eyes moved to the ground in front of her and she said "hmm": "There was an accident at the factory and my father was seriously injured. He stayed in the hospital for more than ten days but eventually died. "We spent all our savings and even owed a lot of money. A few years ago, I could have found a good theater to study drama, but it was not until the beginning of this year that we paid off almost half of the debt and saved up some money for tuition. My mother said that we couldn't delay it any longer because I would be too old." Lumian listened quietly, then asked with a hint of confusion: “Is there no compensation for factory accidents?” "Yes, but that bastard hasn't paid yet!" Janna gritted her teeth and said, "He keeps appealing, but the court is always slow in hearing the case. F*ck, does he want to drag it out until we all die?"

Lumian was silent for a second and changed the subject: "Is your mother really a former theater actress?" "Yeah." Janna's expression gradually softened. "She's a good actress and looks good, but most of the managers, sponsors, and owners of the theater are men. They habitually select their prey in the theater, just like lions patrolling their territory. Those who are unwilling to obey them will not get a good role. Fuck, everyone thinks this is normal, even the police and the court! “My mother had a gentle personality but a very stubborn heart. She could only play supporting roles and was even fired once. When the theater she later found went bankrupt, she temporarily lost the opportunity to return to the stage and could only work as a hotel maid and laundry lady. "It was at that time that she met my father, and they came together and became husband and wife under the witness of God. Praise the sun, at that time, my father was working hard to become a skilled worker, and my mother was doing various jobs to try to save money while looking for opportunities to become a drama actor again. My mother said that was the time she missed the most. "Later, my brother and I were born, and my father and mother became even busier, struggling to support the family and give us the opportunity to study. "When we were able to take care of ourselves, my mother was too old to return to the stage. She placed her hopes on me, wanting to see me become an outstanding theater actor, even if it was only a supporting role, while my father hoped that my brother could become a real skilled worker." These words seemed to have been piled up in Janna's heart for a long time, and she only had the chance to say them now. Lumian did not interrupt her, and waited until she stopped on her own before asking: "Do you want to be a theater actor yourself?" Janna smiled with pride and satisfaction: “It’s hard not to like theatre when your mom is a theatre fan and she’s good at it.” Her smile made Lumian feel a little jealous for some reason. He said with emotion: "It can be seen that your mother really likes drama. Even when she was a cleaning lady, she would put on makeup and wear a beautiful wig." Janna nodded lightly and said: "She said it would make her feel young, still herself on stage, still a real theatre actor, and that other jobs were just part-time jobs. "She is always like this. Not only will she take me to see the sunrise and tell me that darkness will always pass and light will surely come, but she will also tell me that even if I am in the darkness, I must remember to give myself some light. Only in this way can I wait for the sun to rise." At this point, Jana looks forward to the future: "If I continue to be an underground singer for another year, I will be able to save enough for next year's tuition and pay off most of the remaining debt. Add to that the money my mom and brother earn, and we will have no burden. By then, she won't have to work several jobs, and my brother will be able to learn skills from others!" The more Janna spoke, the more excited she became. She couldn't help but raise her arm, as if she wanted to touch the beauty of the future. Lumian looked at Jane like this quietly, and suddenly felt that the pent-up emotions in his heart dissipated a lot. Hope, what a moving word. After Jenna calmed down for a few seconds, she felt awkward for some reason and glared at Lumian. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen other people get excited?" Lumian sneered but did not respond. Janna looked at him several times and said to herself: "Why do I feel like you're feeling a little better?" “No.” Lumian answered simply. At this time, the two had walked into the market avenue and saw posters everywhere announcing Hugues Artois' successful election as a member of parliament. Hugues Artois, who is supported by both the Savoy Party and the Sting Gang, has really become a member of Congress... I wonder what kind of changes he will bring to the market area... Lumian turned his eyes away from the poster, and a thing that Franca told him flashed through his mind: "Ms. Moon", who believes in the "Great Mother", thinks Hugues Artois is open-minded enough. ………… In the afternoon, before setting off to the Boulevard District to find Mr. K, Lumian set up an altar in the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

After building the "spiritual wall", he lit three candles from left to right in the order from God to man, dripped essential oils and hydrosols on them, then Lumian took two steps back in the misty environment and said in a deep voice: "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck." A light gray mist spread out, and an unsettling feeling surged in the surroundings. Resisting the dullness of his thoughts and the itchiness of his flesh and blood, Lumian looked at the candlelight that had turned blue-black, and, following the instructions of the "Magician", he recited the subsequent spell in Hermetic: “I pray to you; "Please bless me..." After a series of operations, Lumian saw the holy angel again, who seemed to be condensed from pure light. At the same time, he vaguely heard a sigh like a dream. A sigh from the infinite height. The angel, whose light was bright and extremely unreal, descended from above, opened his arms, and embraced Lumian. The pairs of wings of light then closed and wrapped him. When Lumian regained consciousness, everything returned to normal. ………… Late in the evening, at 19 Scheer Street, in the Boulevard District. Lumian met Mr. K again in the basement. He was still wearing a big hood and a black robe, sitting silently in a red armchair. Mr. K looked at Lumian, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I am very satisfied with your ability to act, and without knowing it, your actions are in line with the teachings of my Lord, to strike at the followers of those evil beings!" Mr. K paused and said: "Have you decided yet?" "I've thought about it." Lumian lowered his head and said, "You let me see the glory of the Lord." "Haha." Mr. K suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was so crazy that it gave people a feeling that he had lost his mind. After several seconds, he calmed down, and without asking the waiters around him to avoid him, he said directly: "My Lord's honorable name is 'the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, the Lord behind the veil of shadows, the ruler of the spiritual world, the fallen self of all living beings'. Choose three of them and pray to Him in the Hermetic language." Just by hearing Mr. K's description, Lumian had the horrifying feeling that his clothes, skin, flesh, and bones had been completely melted away, leaving only his pure mind and self-awareness. He couldn't help but tremble, and recited almost instinctively: "The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and almighty God, the Lord behind the veil of shadows..." Lumian couldn't think carefully and subconsciously chose the first three sentences. Almost at the same time, he felt the surroundings suddenly become dark, as if covered by a thick curtain. Behind the illusory and deep shadow curtain, there was a pair of eyes staring at Lumian, piercing through his consciousness and making him almost lose consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian regained his senses and felt sticky cold sweat all over his body. Mr. K stood up, and his hoarse voice was filled with obvious laughter: “From now on, you are our brother and truly one of us. "We are a secret organization that believes in the 'True Creator'. Our name is 'Aurora Society'." "Aurora Society"? Lumian was stunned. Isn't this the terrorist organization that took the blame for me? From this perspective, it seems that the official Beyonders did not choose the wrong target... I really became a member of the "Aurora Society"... Mr. K immediately asked the waiters around to leave the basement, and then said to Lumian: "Gardner Martin is a member of the Iron Cross. That secret organization originally believed in our Lord, but in recent years, they have gradually distanced themselves from us, no longer praying frequently, and are suspected of planning something very important. "I sent you to join them in the hope that you would find out the reason and figure out what they are doing." (End of this chapter)