Chapter 291 Self-recommendation (Please give me monthly votes in the last two days) In Trier, there aren't many people who have artificial eyes, but there are definitely quite a few. Neither Janna nor Franka have ever seen someone who had a quarter of their face transformed into mechanical ones just for artificial eyes. But when they thought of the monk who was suspected to be from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, they felt it was normal: Being obsessed with machines and worshipping machines are the main characteristics of those people! Holding a carbide lamp, the monk wearing a white apron like a stonemason entered the tunnel step by step. The emerald green artificial eye surrounded by numerous gears and springs seemed to have its own life, sometimes moving left and sometimes moving up, scanning the surroundings. Franca pulled Jenna over, signaling her not to look in the direction of the tunnel anymore and to quickly retract her gaze to avoid being noticed by the other party. The two men shrank deeper into the hiding place, hiding in a place where the light of the calcium carbide lamp could not reach. The monk of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, wearing a grey robe and without a hood, walked slowly forward, looking around as he approached the bottom of the quarry in the deep valley, the area that had collapsed and was buried. Thanks to the ability of the "Assassin" and the protection of darkness and shadows, Janna and Franca were not discovered. They waited until the monk was far away from the tunnel exit, then they quietly poked their heads out and cast their eyes towards each other's backs. The monk holding the calcium carbide lamp stopped at the side of the collapsed area, stretched out his right palm which reflected the iron-colored metallic light, and grasped a bulge. A clicking sound was heard, as if several huge gears were meshing tightly and turning slowly.

The stone wall cracked, and several metal chains extended from behind each rock. Then the rocks blossomed like flowers, revealing a deep, dark cave. With the help of the light from the monk's calcium carbide lamp and the "assassin's" eagle-like vision, Franka and Janna saw a thin white mist filling the cave, and arms and thighs embedded in the rock walls. Human arms, human thighs! Some of them are still fresh, some are already shriveled, but none of them show signs of rotting. Janna and Franca couldn't help but look at each other, and saw the varying degrees of real surprise and fear in each other's eyes. As the monk walked into the cave and triggered a certain mechanism, the metal chains loosened at the same time, allowing the rocks to return to their original positions and re-form the stone walls, leaving only some cracks that seemed to symbolize signs of collapse. So that's how it is... I had a preconceived notion and always believed that this place was on the verge of collapse, and I had no doubts about those cracks... Franca suddenly realized why she and Janna hadn't found anything unusual. She pulled Janna's arm and said in a low voice: "Let's leave here now, and then find a chance to explore later." Now that we have discovered the problem and mastered the method to open the secret cave, there is no need to have a head-on conflict with the monk of the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church. We can come back at another time! Janna nodded slightly, turned the "Ring of Punishment" on her finger, crouched down, followed Franka, came out of the hiding place, and returned to the gate of the Deep Valley Quarry along the tunnel. Seeing that she was about to open the door and go out, Franca hurriedly whispered to stop her: "No need to rush." "Why?" Janna looked puzzled. Franca straightened her back unconsciously and said with a smile: “Just because there is only one monk coming in does not mean there is only one monk coming to the quarry. “Maybe the guy just now left two companions outside to prevent bounty hunters and private detectives from breaking in? "If we go out like this, we might expose ourselves and get attacked! "Besides, the janitor may have woken up." Jenna felt a little ashamed when she heard this: "I understand." Franka immediately comforted him: "This is all a product of experience. Now that you know it, you won't make similar mistakes in the future."

As she spoke, she took out a palm-sized mirror and put it in Janna's hand: "Hold it for me, I'll go out and explore the road. "If I'm attacked later, you can take this opportunity to hide in the darkness at the door with this mirror and sneak out of the valley." Guessing that Franca wanted to use a "mirror substitute", Janna didn't waste time and agreed directly. After making preparations, Franka carefully opened the heavy wooden door of the Deep Valley Quarry a crack. There were only the sounds of insects and frogs outside, no other sounds. The gap in the door became bigger and bigger, and Franka squeezed out and dived into the night that the crimson moonlight could not reach. Jenna held the mirror tightly, her mind tense and ready to take action at any time. After more than ten seconds, Franka returned to the door and said in a low voice: "Come out, there are no other monks." Janna breathed a sigh of relief silently, stepped out, and closed the wooden door again without making any noise. When the two men left the deep valley quarry, they glanced at the "hut" on the rock wall at the same time and saw that the caretaker was sleeping soundly, but his posture had changed a little. Franca stared at him for several seconds and noticed from a distance that there were red and swollen marks under the doorman's ear. "He was attacked and is now in a state of being knocked unconscious instead of being drugged..." Franka frowned and stated her observations. Janna thought of the monk with the mechanical eye and pointed to the wooden door of the quarry. "Knocked out by the guy inside?" Franka nodded slightly: "It is likely that he did not wish to be discovered by the janitor that he had been in the quarry. "Haha, the janitor must have been knocked unconscious again before he got rid of the effects of the drug." Jane smiled and said: "When we knocked him out, he might not have been sleeping, but was knocked out by some other method." "..." Franca was stunned for a moment, and sighed sincerely, "If that's the case, I feel a little sorry for him." Each wave of people was unaware that the people in front of them had already knocked the janitor unconscious, and they all chose to deal with the situation in their own way, so the janitor continued to fall into unconsciousness, time and time again. Janna and Franca did not delay and left the Deep Valley Quarry under the cover of night. ………… Market Avenue, Breeze Ballroom. Lumian returned to the cafe on the second floor, ordered a glass of red wine, and sipped it slowly. After a while, Louis came up and whispered in his ear: "Boss, there are a few bounty hunters causing trouble at the Mill Ballroom. They seem to want to share some of the spoils." After the fall of the top leaders of the Sting Gang, some of the remaining members were taken away by the police, some fled to an unknown place, some joined other gangs, and some chose to find a legitimate job. All the industries were taken over by different forces at low prices. The Savoy Party got the biggest piece of the pie, so much so that they were short of manpower and several industries were in a semi-free-range state. From time to time, people made trouble and tried to fill the "gap".

Lumian cracked his knuckles and said with a smile: "Send someone to ask them whether they want to be my enemy or my dog." He found that after being promoted to "Arsonist", he became more belligerent than before, and he felt a little itchy after not fighting with anyone for such a long time. In addition, there might be one or two Beyonders among the bounty hunters who dared to cause trouble in the dance hall that nominally belonged to the Savoy Party, and Lumian's "Shadow Branch" lacked the corresponding Beyonder characteristics. Louis replied excitedly: "Yes, boss!" He turned around quickly, went downstairs and arranged for his thugs to go to the Mill Ballroom to "inquire". Seeing that the time was almost up, Lumian, who was planning to go back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to Ms. "Magician", started waiting patiently. In less than a quarter of an hour, Louis brought a man up to the second floor. The man was about thirty years old, wearing a cheap suit and a black top hat, with brown hair and brown eyes, regular features and a sturdy build. He was the type who could play a positive role at the Old Pigeon Cage Theatre. As soon as he saw Lumian, he smiled, took off his hat and said: "Good evening, Boss." "Who are you?" Lumian asked with amusement. The man answered seriously: "Boss, didn't you ask me to come here and be your dog?" “……” With Lumian’s intelligence and quick wit, he was a little stunned for a moment. He asked those people if they wanted to be dogs purely to provoke them and see if they could have an unfriendly "exchange". After a few seconds, Lumian chuckled and said: "If I ask you to be a dog, will you really come?" "This is my chance!" The man did not feel ashamed, but rather honored. "I believe that following you, Boss, I can truly realize my value. In the future, I may even have the opportunity to become your godson!" How old are you? You are even softer than the "giant" Simon... Lumian asked with interest: "Why do you think I'll give you a chance?" The man did not answer immediately, but looked at Louis and Sakota, as if asking them to step aside. Lumian, who was prepared for a fight, was not worried about being assassinated and let Louis and Sakota leave the cafe. He then looked at the man and asked with a smile: "Can we talk now?" The man cleared his throat and said: "My name is Lugano Toscano, a Beyonder." “Which path, and what sequence?” Lumian raised an eyebrow. Lugano smiled again: "I am a 'cultivator', Sequence 9." Which path did the Earth Mother teach? Lumian nodded thoughtfully. "Are you from Feynaport?"

“No, I’m from Reston Province.” Lugano smiled. “A few years ago, a few friends and I became bounty hunters. We went to Feynaport from time to time and met a Beyonder. Later, he died, and I got his belongings.” Fellow countryman... Was he murdered by you, or did he have a problem and let you get away with it? Lumian motioned for Lugano to continue. Lugano chuckled and said: "I now have the hope of becoming a Sequence 8 'Physician', but I still need a lot of money to buy the corresponding main ingredients for the potion. I have heard about your deeds, Boss, and guessed that you are a powerful Beyonder. I also know that the Savoy Party is short of manpower now, so I thought of using the incident to meet you, hoping to become your assistant, help you manage an industry, and earn some hard-earned money. "'Doctor' is very useful, whether for ordinary people or extraordinary people." PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets in the last two days~ (End of this chapter)