Chapter 367 Red House The door of the gray old house was ajar and could be opened without a key. The place was in a mess, with debris scattered everywhere, as if it had been robbed. Valentine looked around and said: "Someone has removed valuable items from here." He saw that the doors of several rooms on the first floor were open and empty, and there were traces of heavy boxes on the ground. "We are still too late. The client's companions should have discovered the abnormality and moved away in advance." The mixed-race Imre exhaled. The "Purifiers" spread out and began searching this small space. Soon, Angoulême picked up a few pieces of white paper that had fallen on the edge of the stairs, held them up, and examined them carefully against the sunlight. Then he took out one of them and quickly scribbled on it with the half-broken pencil he carried with him.

Some traces gradually emerged, outlining several complete words: "Albert Goncourt...underground...riot...time..." "Albert Goncourt..." Imre glanced at the paper in the deacon's hand and frowned unconsciously. Albert Goncourt was the planner of the Trier riot six years ago, one of the leaders of the Carbonari, and the leader of the largest anti-government armed force. Angoulême said nothing and motioned for his players to continue working. After searching the first and second floors, they descended the stairs to the low cellar. At the end of the cellar there was a large door made of black iron with a brass lock. Angouleme patted the gray-white humanoid machine that followed him and placed the brass key he had received from Celia Bello in its right palm. Then, Angouleme turned a few knobs on the humanoid robot. More white mist gushed out of the high-energy phlogiston backpack on the back of the gray-white robot, driving the rigid machine forward step by step, inserting the brass key into the lock core according to the preset height. Seeing this scene, the mixed-race Imre sighed sincerely: "Deacon, you are truly the person in the Inquisition, no, the entire church, who loves to use mechanical creations the most." Angouleme glanced at this subordinate who was always a bit casual and said: “I don’t mind whether it’s made by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, I only care whether it’s useful. "If a robot breaks down, we just need to repair it or replace it. If you break down, I have to approve the pension and face the crying of your relatives and friends." Several "Purifiers" could hear the love hidden in the deacon's words, and they all smiled and cast their gazes towards the gray-white humanoid machine. In other words, this thing can only be used to move things and hammer nails, and it can barely walk and run. It can't do any delicate operations or operations that require the brain, and it lacks sustainability, otherwise they would save a lot of trouble. With a click, the robot turned the brass key and pushed open the heavy iron-black door. A thin mist suddenly rushed to the door, constantly distorting its shape, highlighting one face after another that looked as real as a print. Those faces were made of white mist, filled with resentment and pain. They madly bit and cursed the humanoid mechanical creature that opened the door, but the other party remained unmoved.

Brilliant rays of sunlight fell one after another, quickly clearing away the fog behind the black iron gate. As the fog disappeared, the specific appearance of the place appeared in the eyes of Valentine and others. It was a small sacrificial site with a half-high platform made of gray-black stones in the middle. After repeatedly confirming that there were no hidden dangers, Angouleme walked in with the robot. He saw that the top of the gray-black altar should have been inlaid with something, but now it had been removed, leaving only a shallow and narrow mark. "A ring?" Angouleme murmured. ………… Market District, 3 White Coat Street, in front of Apartment 601. In the bright sunshine, Franca wore a delicate shirt with lots of lace flowers on the collar and cuffs, her favorite off-white breeches, and a pair of slippers. She looked at Lumian and said: "Why are you here again?" Without waiting for Lumian's response, she raised her hand and said: "If you become a 'Muggle', you're welcome!" Lumian forced his way into the room, looked around and said: "I have something to ask you." "What's going on?" Franca was inexplicably timid. "Can't you just wait for the party? There should be one next week." Lumian laughed. "Do you want to go to Xiayue, to the Red House Cafe?" "The Red House Café where women's parties are often held?" Franka asked in surprise. Oh, I remembered it immediately. You must have mentioned it a lot, right? Lumian smiled and replied: "Yes." Franka shook her head: "Forget it, forget it. Just think about it. There's no need to actually go. That would be too depraved. I have to control myself and not indulge in desire or completely let myself go." At this point, she looked at Lumian and said critically: "You are not relying on 'lie' and the transformation illusion to disguise yourself as a woman and sneak into the happy party to experience it, right?" Lumian taunted back: “Have you really thought about it, to think that I was going to do this? "There's something serious going on!" He recounted the failure of the Rose School and his own worries, and then said: "Someone from the 'Supreme Bliss Society' said that they have been contacting members of the 'Now Society' and the 'Daffodil Society', who are also participants in the Red House Women's Joy Party, and want to develop them into believers of the 'Mother Tree of Desire'. "If we follow this line, we might be able to find the hidden core members of the Bliss Society. At least we need to kill Maipu Meier and the few who know about Susanna Mathis's plan." "Besides, this cannot be left to official Beyonders. Once they ask something, you will be exposed." Franka nodded slightly. She then said seriously and solemnly: "Since it's serious business, I must go."

After that, she asked with great energy and enthusiasm: "When are you going? Do you know the time of the party and the conditions for being invited?" "This is the purpose of today. You go to the Red House Cafe and drink coffee for one to two hours, subtly showing your feminine charm to see if you can attract people of the same sex to approach you. Alternatively, observe the guests there, find out the women who are suspected to be participants in the happy party, take the initiative to talk to them, establish connections, and lay the foundation for a deeper understanding later." Although Lumian was anxious, he knew that this kind of thing must not be rushed, and must be done step by step according to a certain process. Franka nodded heavily: "no problem." Lumian took out a silver necklace-shaped "lie" and handed it to Franka. "You can use it to change your hair and eye color, and make minor adjustments to your facial features. In short, you can't go there with your real appearance. What if Maipu Meier is hiding in the dark? He can recognize you, the current owner of the Old Pigeon Cage Theater, at a glance!" As soon as Franka put on the "lie", she couldn't wait to say: "Let's go now!" Lumian raised the corner of his mouth: "I forgot to tell you that the negative effect of this magical item is that it amplifies the emotions of the wearer." "Uh..." Franka was stunned for a moment, "No wonder I became so anxious all of a sudden!" Lumian smiled and added: "Emotions that don't exist will not be amplified." "..." Franka gritted her teeth and said, "My desire to punch you has also been amplified." Lumian stopped laughing and began to explain in earnest the role of "lies" and the precautions. Franka walked to the full-length mirror and looked at herself in it. Her hair color quickly turned darker, her pupils suddenly turned dark brown, her skin became more delicate, and her lines became softer. Compared with her original flamboyant beauty, she is now a little calmer and more mature, with more delicate facial features, and an overall indescribable charm. Franca stared at the figure in the mirror and didn't speak for a long time. “It’s very different from your real appearance, but pretty and charming enough.” Lumian commented pertinently. He wanted to say that she had the charm of a witch, but chose not to stimulate Franka. Franka suddenly came back to her senses, silently changed into a pair of non-red boots, and walked towards the door step by step. After entering the corridor, she finally came to her senses and glanced at Lumian beside her: "You gave me the 'lie', how did you disguise yourself as a woman, relying on that transformation illusion?" "Who said I was going to disguise myself as a woman?" Lumian replied with amusement. He took Franka to the new safe house on Nightingale Street, took out a brown ritual dog skin, and wrapped himself in it. Then he whispered in Hermetic language: "dog!" A dim light suddenly rose from the ritual dog skin, completely enveloping Lumian. A moment later, a big dog with brown and yellow fur appeared in the room. Franka, with her black hair and brown eyes, was a little stunned.

She finally understood how Lumian was going to monitor the situation at the Red House Cafe! After a while, Franka asked curiously: “What’s it like to be a big dog? "You really don't have any psychological burden at all?" The big brown-and-yellow fur dog rolled his eyes at Franka and opened his mouth: "Wang!" Are you stupid? Do you think dogs can talk and answer your questions? Franca sighed, took the big brown and yellow dog that Lumian had transformed into, hired a horse-drawn carriage, and headed to the town of Chayot, west of Lavigne Pier. Along the way, Lumian wanted to bite this guy several times because she curiously touched the big dog's fur, belly and head from time to time, trying to find out the differences between it and a real dog. More than an hour later, the four-wheeled two-seater carriage stopped outside the town of Xiayue. When Franka paid the 2 Felgin fare, Lumian jumped off by himself, pretending to be a strange dog who had nothing to do with the other party, and searched for the Red House Café on the street filled with the smell of fermented grapes. Soon, he reached the house near the East Logne Forest. It is not completely red, but has a bright, mushroom-cap-like red roof. The main body of the building is off-white, and there are many boldly colored graffiti on the walls. Lumian found a place to lie down near the door of the Red House Café and watched Franka walk in as a black-haired beauty. (End of this chapter)