Chapter 308 Test Lumian was in no hurry to flip through the thick stack of information on spiritual creatures. He placed it, along with Aurore's witchcraft notes, into the metal cabinet he had purchased some time ago. He has other things to do now. He unscrewed the cap of the flask, plunged his hand into the green liquor, and pulled out the gorse brooch called "Respectability". Lumian plans to try out the ability characteristics and negative effect strength of this seal now. You can't wait until a real battle to get familiar with it. By then, you won't be able to grasp it at all, and won't be able to form a sufficiently effective coordination with your own extraordinary abilities and attack rhythm. Likewise, the extent of the negative impact must be tested now when one is in good condition, and cannot be hastily endured after a battle when both the body and mind have been traumatized. By understanding the characteristics of the negative effects in advance, Lumian can make a truly effective choice in time to avoid most of the impacts after being forced to use "Dignity". If a "hunter" is not familiar with his "weapon", it is easy to fail! Lumian put the brooch carved into a gorse in front of him and began to concentrate, trying his best to sense. During this process, he felt wind blowing in from the window, so he stood up with an idea in his mind, stretched out his right hand, and closed the half-open window. With this action, the wind in the room suddenly disappeared, as if it was completely blocked outside the glass window.

Lumian then turned around, walked to the door, opened it and then closed it gently. The safe house suddenly became quiet, as if it had become an enclosed space isolated from the outside world. Lumian sat down again, letting his body exude a feeling that would disgust and hate the small animals. This is an application of the Provoke ability. Almost at the same time, a squeaking sound was heard, and a mouse came out from nowhere, baring its fangs and claws at Lumian. Lumian bent his index finger and thumb and flicked them quite casually. A red spark flew out and landed on the black-haired mouse, burning it and making it scream. The rat was in great pain from the burning and, freed from the influence of the "provocation", began to run around the room, looking for a way to escape. But whether it was the crack in the door or the rat hole it had originally dug, they were all sealed by an invisible force, blocking it back. It lacks the ability to "open the door". Lumian nodded with satisfaction and used the mouse to experiment with the other abilities of the "Respectable" brooch. It was about twelve or thirteen minutes. Without a pocket watch, Lumian could not accurately grasp the time, so he took off the "decent" brooch and threw it into the green liquor. At the same time, he shot out another small red fireball, ending the life of the mouse. The room was filled with the aroma of roasting fat. Lumian put the wide-mouthed bottle in his pocket and left the safe house, ready to test the extent of disgust and disgust he could achieve. In the evening, when the gas street lamps were already on, he had just walked out of the door of his apartment when he felt that the pedestrians and street vendors around him all turned their heads to look at him. They seemed to see the thing they hated the most, and they wanted to pick up the knives, bottles of wine or iron pots for cooking food to attack Lumian. The signature blond-black hair color of "Lion" Charles prevented them from turning their impulse into reality. This, this effect is equivalent to a large-scale "provocation"... It's just beyond my control... Lumian made a rough judgment, and walked along the roadside amidst the unfriendly gazes, moving towards the market avenue. Just then, two policemen wearing black uniforms, silver epaulettes and carrying standard pistols on their waists passed by on patrol.

As soon as they saw Lumian, they pointed at him and shouted: "Stop there, police raid!" The effect is really strong... Lumian turned around and ran away without saying a word. "Stop!" The two policemen shouted something and simultaneously drew their pistols, aiming at Lumian's back. Lumian dodged the pedestrians' right feet that were quietly stretched out, made a sharp turn, turned into an alley that was mostly blocked by barricades, and rushed into the underground Trier without looking back. He had no carbide lamp and no darkvision, but the "arsonist" could create light for himself no matter what the environment. There was a red fireball on Lumian's head and shoulders. He easily shook off the two policemen and walked towards another underground Trier entrance near White Coat Street. As he was walking, Lumian suddenly turned his body sideways and avoided a black shadow that shot out from the corner. It was a snake-like creature with dark blue scales. It raised the front half of its body, spitting out its bright red core, and confronted Lumian aggressively. It's not just about making humans feel disgusted and loathed... It has to be seen or touched to have an effect... Lumian sighed and shook his head, letting one of the fireballs fly out, blowing the blue-black venomous snake into three pieces, with a burnt aroma filling the air. Since he had basically determined the intensity and scope of the negative impact, he no longer "took risks" and found a nearby cave with few living creatures. He extinguished the fireball, sat in the dark, and waited quietly for the effect to disappear. An estimated hour later, he stood up and once again created three balls of scarlet fire on his head, left shoulder, and right shoulder to illuminate the tunnel ahead. Soon, Lumian arrived at an exit next to White Coat Street and saw a figure holding a calcium carbide lamp coming out of the side tunnel. Lumian laughed and waved his right hand: "You've also become a rat that likes to move around in the underground Trier?" The person who came was Janna. Jana also saw him and frowned. "Did you use the word 'provoke'? Why is it so annoying!" “Almost.” Lumian replied vaguely. Janna couldn't control her inner disgust and blurted out: "Fuck! Why did you use 'provocation' on me?" Not bad, you didn't come over to beat me up, which means you still treat me as a friend... When the negative effect is about to disappear, the intensity is probably like this... Lumian smiled and explained briefly: "Because of some experiences, I have been tainted with a hateful aura, but it will soon disappear." He immediately changed the subject and looked at Janna, who was wearing a light white shirt and a light yellow long skirt, with her hair down and no makeup on, and a small sun emblem around her neck: "What brought you to underground Trier?" Now, Janna, who looked more like a college student in Memorial District, curled her lips and said: "Meet the two 'Purifiers'. "Didn't you tell me to show my devotion to the gods? I dressed like this according to the church's style and wore a sun amulet. But they led me to the underground Trier, saying it was to avoid passersby. Damn, it's weird to dress like this and go into the underground Trier!" Perhaps the negative impact of "respectability" was really coming to an end. Knowing the reason, Janna completely controlled her reaction and talked to Lumian about her experience in a stable mood. "Is it effective?" Lumian glanced at the brown wooden box that Janna was holding in her right hand, but didn't rush to ask what it was.

Janna said doubtfully: "It worked. The 'Purifier' named Valentine has become much nicer to me, and Imre has also had a similar change. But for some reason, they seem to be more defensive and vigilant towards me." “Maybe they think you’re trying to please them, and they’re afraid you might have other plans.” Lumian tried to analyze the two Purifiers’ mentality, and pointed at the wooden box Jenna was holding with his chin. “Did they pay you?” Jane couldn't help but smile: "Yes, they have verified the authenticity of the information about the Deep Valley Quarry and told me that it is indeed very important. They gave me two main ingredients and one auxiliary ingredient of the 'Instigator' potion as a reward, and asked me to collect the rest myself." “Franca should have some remaining auxiliary materials.” Lumian said thoughtfully, “The main materials for Sequence 8 potions are not cheap, and can even be called precious. Is the information about the Deep Valley Quarry really that important?” What exactly does this involve? Jane said "hmm": "They didn't go into detail. They just told me that due to problems within the church, the Purifiers can't directly enter the quarry to conduct a complete investigation, but they will keep an eye on it to prevent the situation from getting worse. "They also asked me to continue to contact the client to see if I can get more information from the side. One of the main ingredients of the potion is the advance payment." “That makes sense.” Lumian nodded slightly. Janna sighed immediately: “I’m fallen.” “Why do you say that?” Lumian raised an eyebrow. Janna scratched her fallen hair: "I should have asked for some money first to pay off all my debts, and then consider the materials for the 'Instigator' potion with the rest." "Once you become the 'instigator', the money will be nothing." Lumian sneered, "You are not still thinking of repaying your debt by becoming an underground singer, are you?" Janna was silent for a few seconds and said: “But I don’t want to hurt anyone.” "Why not just find that bad guy?" Lumian tried hard to "set fire" in Jenna's heart. "Damn, you are the 'instigator', right?" Janna muttered, then asked, "How much should I compensate Franca? We got that information together, I can't be the only one to get the reward while she gets nothing." Lumian laughed. "Counting the potion formula she gave you, even if you use the friend price, you should give her at least 20,000 Felgin." "Small twenty thousand Felkins..." Jannah said with a painful look on her face, "I can only owe it for now. Do you think the higher the sequence, the more money I will owe? The potion formula and materials are so expensive..." “But the ability to make money will be stronger.” Lumian said half-encouragingly and half-comfortingly. He immediately extinguished the three fireballs on his body, and walked towards the exit of underground Trier, following the light of Janna's calcium carbide lamp. After walking a few steps, Janna asked doubtfully: "Why would you put a fireball on top of your head and on each shoulder? What's the point?" "Haven't you heard that people have three lamps, one on the head, one on the left shoulder, and one on the right shoulder?" Lumian asked back. "No." Janna shook her head and asked curiously, "Is this mystical knowledge?" “No, it’s a folk legend.” Lumian smiled. “I thought it was cool, so I simulated it.” Janna couldn't help but swear: "Fuck! You are so childish!" While talking, the two came out of the underground Trier and walked into Apartment 3, No. 601 White Coat Street under Franca's suspicious gaze. (End of this chapter)