Chapter 346 Feedback (Last day to ask for monthly tickets) As they walked along Lombard Street toward the nearest public carriage station, Lumian saw that there was no one around and said in a low voice: "Thermopolos, why did you ask me to choose the king's cake without beans?" What would happen if you ate the broad bean and became the "king"? Thermopylae remained silent and did not answer. Lumian thought about it and changed the question: "Although there are two or three strange and frightening details in the whole incident, the result is fine. Everything is normal. There is no connection with the occult or supernatural powers." After a few seconds, Thermiporos's powerful voice echoed in Lumian's ears: "You can try not to obey the 'king's' orders next time." What would happen if I disobeyed the king's orders? What would happen if I ate my piece of king cake and took the paper instead of putting it in the room with the wax head? Lumian fell into deep thought. Instead of returning directly to the market district, he took a public carriage to Sher Street in the boulevard district. As an official member of the "Aurora Society", he had to report to Mr. K in a timely manner about his execution of Guillaume Bene and the latest developments of the "Iron Cross", and at the same time see if he could get some benefits from them. Although joining three secret organizations allowed him to get three rewards, it also meant that he had to make three reports on each mission.

19 Scheer Street, underground of the headquarters of The Psychic magazine. Mr. K, who was no different from usual, sat in a red armchair, quietly listening to Lumian's story of how he used the power of the "Iron Cross" to find Guillaume Bennet and completely eliminate this follower of the evil god. When Lumian mentioned that the former parish priest of the Church of the Eternal Sun had chosen to believe in the being named Fate in order to pursue power and strength, Mr. K lowered his head, made the sign of the cross on his chest in the order of up, down, left, and right, and confessed to the gods in a low, hoarse voice: "Merciful Father, please forgive the sins committed by the world." Lumian's mouth twitched slightly, and he followed Mr. K in confessing, although he didn't know why he had to confess. After confessing, he briefly talked about his sister Aurore's split personality and the "Sinner" organization behind Roche Louise Sanson, and finally said: "Mr. K, I would like you to find Aurore, that is, Rosie Louise Sanson's original family. They are likely members of the 'Sinner' organization, cultists who believe in fate." Mr. K's face was covered in thick shadows behind his huge hood. He said hoarsely with joy: "I know you want to avenge Aurore, and there is nothing wrong with that. The merciful Father and the Almighty Lord never ask His believers not to think for themselves. It would be even better if you could combine your personal affairs with the sacred cause of eliminating the evil god's believers. "In this matter, you were able to make full use of your own resources and borrow the power of the Iron Cross to accomplish your own tasks. This is what I appreciate the most. You can try more of this. "I will track down those 'sinners'." He agreed to Lumian's request, which was exactly what he wanted to do: By finding Roche Louise Sanson's family, we will fight against the "Sinners" organization that believes in the evil god of fate! "Thank you, Mr. K." Lumian said sincerely. He considered it for a moment and said: "Guillaume Bene's death may cause the official Beyonders to intensify their pursuit of me. I wonder if there is a magical item suitable for me that can allow me to change my appearance and height at any time?" He was trying hard to find an opportunity to transform into Aurora and sneak into the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" as a "Muggle". Mr. K's tone suddenly became a little fanatical: "I only have 'Source Blood' that can achieve the effect you want. As long as you can control your own flesh and blood, you can change your height and appearance at will. Although it can't make you look exactly like you want, it is enough to conceal your original identity. The only problem is that it must be injected in advance and is effective for a short period of time. You can't change it whenever you want." It's acceptable that I can't change into the desired appearance accurately. After all, when the members of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society gather, they will disguise themselves to prevent others from knowing what they look like in real life... But that won't work either. If an "audience" is impressed by Aurore, he can easily tell the truth from the details of the eyes and the curve of the chin. If I want to be a "Muggle" and hide it from everyone, I have to make the face under the mask look exactly like Aurore... Besides, the negative effects of "Source Blood" are not something I can bear... Lumian thought about it and organized his words: "I'm afraid that after injecting the 'Source Blood', I will transform into the most ancient human being. Although I have the Lord's blessing and my body and mind won't have any major problems, it will be easy for the people of the 'Iron Blood Cross' to discover my abnormality and detect my true beliefs." Mr. K sighed slightly disappointedly: "This is a problem. Although I believe that the Lord will protect us and keep you from being discovered, your concerns are still reasonable." After finally rejecting the gift of "Source Blood", Lumian said: "Recently, the Iron Cross asked me to contact someone..." He talked about everything from the interview with Gardner Martin to the end of the King Cake Game. The only thing he didn't mention was Thermipoulos's reminder, and attributed the reason to his own rich knowledge of mysticism, which enabled him to keenly perceive the problem and deliberately avoid it without causing any anomalies.

Mr. K listened very carefully without interrupting. He waited until Lumian finished speaking before he stood up, paced a few steps and said: "Next, you need to find out why the Iron Cross contacted the members of the Soran family. Are they trying to seize Soran's legacy, or are they planning to cooperate with them?" “Yes, Mr. K.” Even if Mr. K didn’t mention it, Lumian had to understand the situation. Mr. K stopped, looked at him and said: "Your intuition is correct. If something goes wrong with that game, it could very well cause an occult disaster. "The object of Puif's sacrifice, Fomonda Solon, was an important member of the Solon royal family at the time. He was born in the Champagne branch and was later spotted by King Edo XII, who took him into the main family and intensively trained him. "Fomunda had a good start, but a bad ending. He disappeared mysteriously in his later years, causing great losses to the Solon royal family. In the following twenty years, several important members of the Solon royal family either died mysteriously or went crazy. The family's strength declined severely until it was overthrown by Roselle." One of the reasons why Emperor Roselle was able to overthrow the Sauron Dynasty was that the old royal family had shown a clear decline? Fomonda had mysteriously disappeared for two or three hundred years, so why would today's sacrifice bring about dangerous mystical changes? As Lumian listened to Mr. K's story, one thought after another flashed through his mind. ………… 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601. As soon as Janna entered the room, having obtained a small amount of information from the "Purifier", she looked around, looking for Franca, wanting to communicate with her. With a quick glance, Janna saw that the door of the master bedroom was half-open, and there were some knocking sounds coming from inside. "Franka?" she called. Franka's voice as clear as water came out: “Here I am! "Come in if you have something to say." Janna, who had never visited Franca's bedroom, hesitated for a second, walked over and opened the door. Her blue eyes suddenly lit up, and she saw a very complicated machine stacked against the wall away from the window. It consisted of countless gears surrounding brass pillars, connected by levers, crankshafts, screws, etc. Looking at this machine that was taller than herself, Janna asked in astonishment: "what is this?" "This is a third-generation difference engine improved by a genius. It can also be called an analytical engine. Well, it's a castrated version, a simplified version, a reduced version. The complete version cannot fit in my room." Sitting in front of the complex machine, typing on the new mechanical typewriter, Franka proudly introduced it to her companions. "Are you really a believer in the 'God of Steam and Machinery'?" Janna blurted out. Franka chuckled and said: "Sometimes." Jana looked carefully at the so-called analytical engine and found that its lower end was connected to a telegraph and two metal mechanical typewriters. Not long after Franka stopped typing, another mechanical typewriter, driven by the analytical engine, began to type letters one by one on the white paper. The power and information of the analytical engine came from the radio transceiver. "What are you doing?" Janna felt like an illiterate. Franka pointed at the analysis machine happily and said: "As long as the code is kept uniform, this machine can help me automatically translate the telegraph code, and then use the metal fingers connected to the mechanical typewriter keyboard to type the corresponding letters to form the correct words. "That is to say, I can directly read the content of the telegram without having to translate the encrypted code text I received, which saves me a lot of time and energy. "Similarly, I can write telegrams in normal language, and it can automatically encode them for me and send them out through a radio station with a pre-set frequency band." Janna looked at the gear sets in different states of rotation and barely understood what Franka wanted to say.

"What's the point of this?" she asked confusedly. Franca was stunned for a moment: "Meanwhile? The meaning is to make telegram chatting less troublesome and a part of daily life. Uh, it's just a bit of waste paper." "Telegram chat?" Janna was a little confused. Franka made such a complicated machine and did such complicated things just to chat? The typewriter sound I hear late every night is Franka chatting? "Yes." Franca smiled proudly, "My friend in the Loen military agreed to give me the information that Anthony Reid wanted at this time. I just had a brief chat with him." Although she could directly request the relevant information from Madam Judgment, she would never bother with the Major Arcana if she could. As soon as Franka finished speaking, the analytical machine completed the typing task and the telegram was presented in full in the form of Intis language. Franca pulled the paper over, took a look at it, and her face became gloomy. ………… At night, in Apartment 601. Lumian, Anthony Reid, Franca and Janna gathered together again. Franca raised the paper in her hand and said to Anthony Reid: "I have received feedback. The Loen military recorded the battle as follows: "There was no such battle!" "There was no battle?" Anthony Reid opened his eyes wide and stood up suddenly. Without that battle? Lumian raised an eyebrow. This answer is really unexpected. Franca nodded slightly and looked at Anthony Reid and said: "To put it simply, the troops that attacked you and your comrades were most likely not from Loon's army!" PS: This is the last day to ask for monthly tickets. It will be a waste if you don’t vote~ (End of this chapter)