Chapter 457: The Secret Name (ask for guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month) In fact, Franka has always wanted to find out what the item was that Gardner Martin sent to Trier through the "rat" Christo, but in the past few months, Gardner Martin acted as if this had never happened, and nothing noteworthy appeared around him. It sounds like the Witch Cult attaches great importance to that item... That's right, that item can make a strange mirror world appear, which is probably related to the power of the two paths of "Assassin" and "Hunter"... Franka considered it for a moment and said: "I know what you said..." She told Bronze Soren the same thing she and Lumian had explained to "Mouse" Christo. In short, she told him everything else except that they were also swallowed up by the mirror world. They only found a chance to escape thanks to Lumian's special ability and obtained an ancient silver mirror that could lead to the mirror world. "According to that 'rat', his brother and several of his subordinates turned into monsters, with their left and right habits reversed. They attracted the attention of the 'Purifiers' and were eliminated." Franka deliberately told the follow-up to test Browns Soren and see how she would react to the appearance of the man in the mirror. Browns frowned slightly: "How did the official Beyonder find out something was wrong?" She knew the existence of the people in the mirror, and even understood their specific behaviors... Franca retracted her gaze and shook her head: "You need to ask the Purifier about this problem, not me." Browns said nothing more and led Franca to a round pavilion surrounded by grape trees and vines. Sitting in the round pavilion was a lady in a black court dress. Her dark grey eyes were bright yet concealed a hint of sadness. Her jet-black hair was neatly piled up, but with a few strands missing, so they hung down naturally, creating a hint of charm amid her seriousness. Seeing this lady with slightly upturned red lips, a graceful chin, and soft features, Franca's first reaction was that pure beauty shone directly into her eyes, followed by an indescribable feeling of pity.

In a state of amazement and heartache, it took her nearly ten seconds to remember that she had met this lady before: She had seen this person at that concert when she and Lumian were following the fake Theresa, aka Beatrice Ankur - she was invited to the stage as the most beautiful lady at the concert and took a photo with the band! She was Brown's teacher, a high-ranking witch? As expected, there was a high-ranking witch watching over the operation, so no accidents happened... Franka was shocked at first, but then she felt that this was within her expectations. The only thing she didn't expect was that the other party followed her openly and even went on stage to take a photo. "This is my teacher, the 'Black Witch' Clarisse." Browns Soran introduced. "Black Witch"... According to Madam Judgment, witches with this kind of title are the best among the demigods of the Witch Cult, and some of them are even suspected to be angels... Franka put her hand on her chest, bowed slightly, and said very politely and gentlemanly: "It's an honor to meet you, Her Excellency the 'Black Witch'." She did not compliment the other person's appearance. She knew that most of the witches in the witch sect were both proud of it and troubled by it. If they were praised by outsiders, they would accept it calmly and at most feel a little embarrassed. But if Franka, who knew their original gender, said it, it would most likely be regarded as a provocation or ridicule. "Black Witch" Clarisse nodded slightly and said: "Each of our members needs to believe in the Original. You should have known this for more than a month. Now is the time to officially pray to Him." Franka was not surprised at all. A secret organization that believed in evil gods would inevitably make every new member open their hearts to their own gods, thereby achieving a certain kind of control and filtering out most unsafe factors. Every time she came to see Browns recently, she held a ceremony in advance according to the request of Ms. Judgment and asked Mr. Fool for the protection of the angel. "We are all original children." Franka answered devoutly and respectfully according to Brown's teachings during this period. Clarisse's expression became solemn, with a hint of admiration in her eyes: "You recite the original name after me in the Hermetic language: "The source of all disasters, the symbol of destruction and doomsday, the witch who controls chaos..." Although the "Black Witch" spoke Intis, the surrounding environment suddenly became much darker, and the vines began to wriggle slightly, as if they had turned into poisonous snakes. Franka gathered her thoughts and repeated the three honorific names in Hermetic. Suddenly, she saw the vines really extending towards her. They grew thicker and thicker, completely enveloping the area where the round pavilion was located. One of the python-like vines reached out to Franka, and a dark blue vertical eye opened at the top.

It then reflected Franka's figure. The figure twisted rapidly and turned into a man with a bloody face. The man had short flaxen hair, slightly thick brown eyebrows, lake blue eyes, thin lips, and an ordinary appearance. Franca was stunned for a moment, this face was very familiar to her. Before she took the "witch" potion, she saw it every day when she looked in the mirror. This is her old self, Franco Roland! The expression of Franco Roland in the dark blue vertical eyes suddenly became ferocious. There was hatred in his eyes that seemed to be tangible, and his face was full of viciousness that could give people nightmares. Franka's body had become stiff, as if she had become a statue made of rock. The vine with dark blue vertical eyes stared at her for a few seconds, then, with an unwilling figure reflected in its pupils, shrank back into the vine that covered the sky. Franca finally felt her body. She just blinked her eyes and saw that everything around the pavilion was normal. The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the grapevines and vines and shone here. There were no python-like vines, nor were there any blue vertical eyes. All of this seemed to be Franka's illusion, another reality she saw. She bowed her head and finished her prayer. Thinking back to what she had just seen, Franka felt that the "Original Witch" seemed to have a very close connection with the mirror world underground. She also met her past self in that mirror world! And this time, what was reflected in the dark blue vertical eyes was not Franca, but her previous appearance, Franco Roland! The witch's mirror magic and the mirror world in the mysticism seem to hide many secrets. What Ms. Judgment told me is definitely not all... With such enlightenment, Franka raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked at the "Black Witch" and Browns beside her. Clarisse, who was wearing a black veil, nodded: "Now, you are the original child." "Thank you for your guidance." Franka smiled and asked, "I thought the original honorific name would include the description 'Lord of the Mirror World', who knows." The "Black Witch" Clarisse said indifferently but pitifully: "This is not the original complete honorific name. There are two more parts that you cannot know now." The "Original Witch" has two secret names? Franka suddenly felt that this detail revealed some problems, but she didn't know what the problem was or what it meant. Clarisse then said: “Each new member can obtain an original statue, which has the ability to counter divination and early warning, and can also help you perform rituals. “You have to pray to it every day.” As the "Black Witch" spoke, she took out a statue that looked like it was carved out of bones from somewhere. The statue was only the size of a palm, and one could vaguely tell it was a beautiful woman. Her hair extended all the way to her ankles, and each strand was clearly visible, like a poisonous snake. At the top of each hair, there was an eye carved. Some of them were open, some were closed, and they were so densely packed that it made one's heart palpitate. Pray every day...Franca was very embarrassed and decided to be perfunctory about this matter. After she put away the statue of the "Original Witch", Clarisse frowned slightly and said: "During this period, you must keep a close eye on the Iron Cross, especially Gardner Martin. If they make any unusual moves, you must contact Browns immediately. If the situation is extremely urgent, you can take out the original statue, set up the altar, and hold a ceremony... After that, throw the prepared letter into the mirror on the altar." Keep an eye on... unusual movements... if the situation is extremely urgent... Franka extracted the key words from the words of the "Black Witch".

She immediately smelled the scent of impending disaster, and her mind tensed up involuntarily: Does the Witch Cult think that the "Iron Cross" will make a big move soon? ………… Area 2, outside the Trier Art Center. Lumian stood on the steps, the writers' answers flashing through his mind: "Gabriel has been enjoying visiting art exhibitions and galleries over the past month or so." “He looked at each painting not very seriously, as if he was searching for the one his soul had been waiting for.” "He didn't behave in an unusual way." "He didn't gaze at the other visitors." "..." The information revealed in these answers made Lumian lose the direction of his investigation, but he still chose to go to the Trier Art Center to see the exhibition called "Impressions of the Future" in person. It's only two days away from being over. Before coming here by carriage, Lumian found a hotel, rented a room for a short period of time, arranged a ceremony, summoned a messenger, and told the "Magician" lady about Gabriel's experience and the direction of his own investigation. He originally wanted to use the bar's bathroom to deliver the message, but he remembered that the "doll" messenger had very serious mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he finally decided to spend some money and find a cleaner place. Looking at the colorful art center with a roof that seemed to be holding up a sun, Lumian exhaled slowly, took the ticket, and walked into the building. "Future Impressions" was not a large art exhibition, and only three exhibition halls were rented. Lumian walked forward leisurely while admiring the works hanging on the walls. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure. PS: Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)