Chapter 290 Key (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days) Franka finished the "magic mirror divination" and looked at Janna, interpreting her previous answer: "That normally means it's dangerous, but it's within our tolerance range. If we're careful, it should be fine." Janna said with a little surprise: "I thought the divination results would be clear." Who would have thought that such a short sentence would correspond to such a long list of interpretations. "That's very clear!" Franca emphasized with a smile, "If you go to the divination club in the Memorial District and find those amateur players, they will be more vague, so it will be easier for them to make interpretations that are beneficial to them after the results are out. Uh, have you never asked someone to do divination before?" Janna nodded calmly. It costs a lot of money to do a divination! Franka's eyes turned slightly, as if she was thinking: “You can subscribe to one of the magazines such as “Psychic”, “Lotus”, “Ultimate” and “Hidden Veil”. Although they all have some problems and errors in specific applications, they still explain a lot of basic knowledge about occultism quite well. "Oh, yes. Ciel often buys these magazines. You can go, uh, I'll borrow them for you!"

"Okay." Janna had only heard of those occult magazines before but had never bought any. After obtaining a fairly good divination result, the two people who had inspected the route and environment during the day quickly arrived at the entrance of the deep valley quarry under the cover of night. The forty-something gatekeeper huddled in a "hut" naturally formed by the rock, with his back against the mountain wall, covered with a dirty, old and thin felt cloth, his head tilted, sleeping soundly. A slender, smooth hand suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow on his side and covered his mouth with a white handkerchief. The janitor did not struggle, and in just a few seconds he went from being asleep to being unconscious. Wearing a black hood, Franca stepped out of the shadows and sighed: "The drug from the Bliss Society is really effective. It saved me a lot of trouble." For this operation, she specifically borrowed the bottle of drugs from Lumian. "Wouldn't it be better to just knock him out?" Janna expressed her incomprehension. "It's not impossible." Franka explained casually, "But it will leave traces, and we won't be able to disguise him as sleeping. There are many bounty hunters and private detectives involved in this mission. We are probably not the only ones eyeing this quarry. If there is a better way, it is better to be careful when handling the details than to leave hidden dangers." Janna, who had lived in the botanical garden and market area for many years, probably understood what Franca meant. She thought about it and asked back: "Are you worried that it's late at night and those bounty hunters and private detectives might have bad thoughts if they find out that we entered the quarry first?" Franka nodded with satisfaction: “Yes, many bounty hunters and private investigators can seamlessly switch jobs to bandits, robbers, and murderers depending on the time, environment, and surrounding circumstances. "They all take risks to make money instead of upholding justice. Since there are no clues for this mission at the moment and the current environment is suitable, it is in line with their style to rob their colleagues and kill them to silence them. Anyway, there is no one else here. "Of course, with our strength, we don't have to be afraid of bounty hunters and private detectives, but what if we make similar mistakes in other things or more dangerous situations? Therefore, we must develop a habit from the beginning." What Franka didn't say is that as a woman, you are more likely to suffer more. Janna nodded slowly, agreeing with the reasoning. She had seen criminals who killed an elderly man living alone for 5 ferkins. Franka then smiled and said jokingly: "You want me to knock him out directly, are you trying to get back at him for asking you this morning if you want to take the business?" "Fuck! Am I such a stingy person?" Janna couldn't help but swear.

Whether it was the years when she helped her mother with chores, or the time when she worked as an underground singer in the market area, she was asked so many times whether she wanted to take on business as a street girl that she became numb. She would feel a little angry, but not much. In order to prove her magnanimity, Janna exhaled and said: "When you use that kind of drug on others, it reminds me of my own experience." She had also been drugged and nearly became a missing victim, but luckily she met Lumian. Franka said "hmm": "I understand your feelings, but since you have embarked on the path of God and intend to become stronger, you will inevitably have to use various means to deal with the enemy. You can't give up better options just because you feel a little bit repulsive." Janna knew that what Franca said made sense, but she still couldn't help asking: "Can't a Beyonder live an ordinary and quiet life without getting involved in disputes and battles, while protecting his family and friends?" "It might have been possible in the past, but it's difficult now. It will become more and more difficult as time goes by, until there is no possibility at all." Franca sighed. Janna was silent for a moment and said: "Will it be possible in the future, in the distant future?" Franka glanced at the "sleeping" gatekeeper and said: "That great man told me that similar life would have to wait until the end of the Fifth Epoch and the beginning of the Sixth Epoch, if there is a Sixth Epoch." The Sixth Epoch…Janna pondered over this phrase for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed at herself and said: "In fact, I also know that kind of life is just a fantasy and it is impossible to achieve, at least for me. After possessing extraordinary powers and completing an assassination, and then encountering unfair things and seeing my family and friends become unfortunate, I will definitely want to use my extraordinary powers to do something to solve the problems that the law and the police cannot solve." "That's right." Franka nodded slightly. She was able to digest the "Assassin" and "Instigator" potions not by dressing like this, nor by simply helping her friends in an instigative way. The two didn't talk any more. Franka bent down and took the brass key from the doorman. "There's only one door, why are there so many keys? Are they from his family?" Franca muttered as she walked out of the cabin, went to the entrance of the Deep Valley Quarry, and tried the keys one by one. At the end of the trial, she said to herself in surprise and doubt: “Neither of them is right…” "None of them are right?" Janna had never expected such a possibility. Without a key to open the entrance to the Deep Valley Quarry, what door is there to look at? Franka half taught and half thought: "Maybe this bunch of keys is a cover, and the real keys are hidden somewhere else." She then said to Janna: "You search the surroundings while I check on the gatekeeper." Janna had no objection. Relying on her "dark vision", she started from the "hut" and gradually searched the nearby grass and crevices. Franca squatted next to the gatekeeper again and groped his body from top to bottom. When she reached the crotch, she bent her fingers, flicked them hard, sneered and whispered: "Jannah isn't stingy, I'm stingy!"

After completing the search, the two men met at the heavy wooden door and shook their heads at the same time, indicating that they had found nothing. Franka said with a "tsk". “There is indeed something wrong with this quarry. "That guy is really a gatekeeper. He is only responsible for guarding the door but has no ability to open it!" "Do you still want to go in?" Janna asked hesitantly. "Let me try again." Franca extended her right hand to the copper lock embedded in the heavy wooden door. Dense white frost emerged from her palm and poured into the keyhole, filling it up. The hoarfrost continued to accumulate and pile up, eventually turning into solid ice. Franka used her ability to pull out the ice and obtained a transparent key. Is this possible? Janna looked at it with surprise and longing. Noticing her gaze, Franka said with a hint of pride: "I have a friend, I really have a friend, who is very good at lock picking. We discussed how to use the 'witch' ability to pick locks." After making the ice more solid, Franka reinserted it into the keyhole and twisted it gently. With a click, the heavy wooden door opened. Franka took back the Ice Key and let it melt, erasing all traces. Before entering the Deep Valley Quarry, the "witch" hung the brass key back on the gatekeeper's waist and adjusted his posture so that he looked more like he was sleeping. After doing all this, Franka took out a purse full of coins and took out a thick iron ring covered with tiny spikes. “This is the ‘Ring of Punishment’ I mentioned before, you will wear it today. “I’ve already explained how to use it and what the contraindications are. The only thing you need to remember is: do not use it more than three times within an hour. "Also, take it off immediately after the operation and put it back into this coin bag." "Okay." Janna stretched out her left hand and let Franca put the iron ring on her middle finger through skin contact. Franka was inexplicably happy. She pulled up her hood, pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the deep valley quarry. After Janna followed in, she closed the wooden door with her backhand and kept it locked. In this way, it is almost impossible for the outside world to detect that someone has entered the quarry. Franka and Janna were both "assassins" with dark vision. Although they didn't bring calcium carbide lamps, they could still easily see the scene behind the door: This is a very dilapidated tunnel with a lot of moss growing around it. There are criss-crossing cracks on the stone wall above, and it seems that a piece will fall off at any time. Not far along the tunnel is a cavity, essentially no different from those underground. Janna and Franca searched carefully for nearly fifteen minutes, and went through the entire non-collapsed area, which was not large to begin with, but did not find any details that were worthy of suspicion.

"I now feel that there is a big problem here." Franka whispered after returning to a position near the tunnel. The less abnormal there was, the more strange it seemed that the gatekeeper didn't have a key to open the door. Jana thought for a moment and said: “Maybe they were just afraid that someone would break in here and the mine would collapse, so they just took the keys away. "The gatekeeper's job is to block, not to open the door." Franca was about to say something when she heard a snapping sound. That was the sound of the gate of the Deep Valley Quarry being opened! After looking at each other, Franka and Janna immediately hid in a secluded place not far from the tunnel exit. The gate of the quarry slowly opened, and the blue light of the carbide lamp shone in, dispelling the darkness in the tunnel. Franca and Janna looked over secretly and saw a man in a gray robe. The man had a white apron around his waist, which was often worn by ancient stonemasons, and his hood was hanging behind his neck, not worn. This is the standard attire of the ascetics or monks of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. The monk was holding a glowing calcium carbide lamp, had short dark hair, and his left eye was inlaid with a large number of iron-gray gears, screws, and springs, which together supported an emerald green crystal artificial eye. PS: Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days~ (End of this chapter)