Chapter 471 Quiz Game The old cemetery of St. Robert's Church was once the sealed node of Trier in the Fourth Epoch, and there had been leakage problems, with many ancient dead crawling out... Angoulême pondered the content of the call back and felt that there might be certain hidden dangers under the current Breeze Ballroom. He returned to the office and cast his eyes on the piece of paper nailed to the wall. It not only clearly states that the Hidden Blade once asked about the secret of the old cemetery, but also notes the circumstances under which she asked: To inquire about the follow-up of the medical education case! And that was to prove that the evil cults in Trier were abnormally quiet and hiding, and no one knew what big thing they were planning. "Did the Hidden Blade suspect that the secrets of the old cemetery were related to the plans of those evil cults? They wanted to use the previous leak to bypass the seal and open the door to Trier in the Fourth Epoch?" Angouleme was definitely experienced and he immediately made some associations. He went back into the telegraph room, informed the top brass of his speculation, and made the following suggestion: "Send one or two teams underground as soon as possible to check the original leak point, preferably led by a saint." After sending the telegram, Angouleme breathed a sigh of relief. Next, all he needed to do was to dispatch his team members and coordinate with the police, gendarmes and army to eliminate the protests that could develop into riots before dawn. During this process, there will inevitably be battles with members of the "Iron Cross" and organizers of the Carbonari, and the participation of Extraordinary People is inevitable. In addition, as "007", Angouleme must find an opportunity to contact the "Hidden Blade" and tell her the secret of the old cemetery.

——It is no longer the chat time in the Telegram group, so he has to start the real-life method that was agreed upon in advance. ………… 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601. "Charles is missing too?" After informing Ms. Judgment and the Black Witch about Gardner Martin's unusual movements, Franca returned to the market area and found that Janna, who was supposed to be sleeping in bed, had disappeared. Before she had time to check the situation in the house, Anthony Reid, who had a buzz cut, visited her late at night and said that Lumian had mysteriously disappeared and there were no signs of a fight at the scene. "Yes." Anthony Reid was now even more certain that something was wrong in the dark, and it was not that Lumian had moved to the safe house to rest. "There are no signs of a fight here..." Franca walked to the door of the guest bedroom and looked at the lifted quilt. She could see that Janna was not in a hurry before going out. Not only did she take off her pajamas and change into the female mercenary's uniform, but she also did not let the bedroom look messy. Franka frowned and thought about the possible reasons. Although she knew this was a serious matter, she still habitually complained in her heart: How come it looks like my girlfriend ran off with my boyfriend... As her thoughts raced, she remembered that Janna had not yet given the gray-white cloth bag she had obtained from the cyborg monk to the strange little boy Will. Franka immediately turned her eyes to the coffee table. She remembered that the things were originally placed there. Seeing that the gray-white cloth bag had disappeared, the "Witch of Joy" breathed a sigh of relief: Janna must have received a "notification" from the strange little boy Will to go somewhere to deliver the task items and collect the corresponding rewards. And why is Charles missing? Could it be that the little boy Will asked Charles to go with him? Well, after all, he was invited by Lady “The Magician” of Ciel’s Major Arcana last time… "It doesn't look like a bad thing?" Anthony Reid keenly noticed the change in Franka's condition. "It looks like this at the moment." Franka took out a palm-sized mirror and said, "I'll use the 'magic mirror divination' to confirm it." She then took out Janna's pajamas and stroked the mirror with her other hand. At the same time, she repeated a passage of Hermetic words: "Chelia Bello's current location, Chelia Bello's current location..." ——Although divination can be done using the name "Jenna", because Janna has been using this "stage name" for a long time and most people around her call her that, and the two have a mystical connection, but Franka feels that it would be more accurate to use her real name at this time.

In the apartment's living room, where the gas wall lamp was on, the lights dimmed and the environment became quite depressing. The mirror surface then began to shimmer, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the river. However, Franca saw nothing, and snowflakes kept appearing in the mirror, like noise. "The divination can't produce any result..." Franka frowned again. Could it be because of the presence of that strange little boy Will? But after delivering the quest item and getting the lucky gold coin, Janna should have separated from the little boy Will. They should not have stayed together for more than five minutes. Theoretically, it is impossible for such a coincidence... "Wait five minutes and try again." Franca was cautious. Anthony Reid nodded slightly and asked: "Do you want me to go to the Golden Rooster Inn and get one of Ciel's clothes?" "No need." Franka shook her head without hesitation. That guy has the seal of Mr. Fool and the aura of the Blood Emperor on him. It would be a miracle if he could be predicted! Time passed slowly, and five minutes finally passed. Franka once again used the simplified version of "Magic Mirror Divination" to inquire about Janna's location. There is still no answer, and still no picture presented. That's not right... Franka immediately switched to the full version of "Magic Mirror Divination" to pray to some existence. In the dark mirror, an old voice with the sound of water rang out: "Chelia Bello is somewhere undetectable." Unable to detect... Franka began to feel that the problem might be more complicated and troublesome than she had guessed, so she asked: "Where is Lumian Lee now?" The old voice answered amid the splashing of water: "I can't see, I can't see..." The voice gradually became vague and confused, and Franka quickly ended the "Magic Mirror Divination". She paced back and forth for a few steps, thinking that this matter should be reported to Ms. Judgment. Before that...Franca gritted her teeth and said to Anthony Reid: "I will use the 'magic mirror divination method' to pray to an unknown, secret existence. His divination results are the most accurate and may help us get the answer, but you need to swear to the 'God of Steam and Machinery' that you cannot reveal every word you hear." "No problem." Anthony, wearing military green clothes, drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest. After Anthony swore an oath to the god he believed in, Franca no longer hesitated. She lit three candles with a full sense of ritual and extinguished the gas wall lamp in the room. In the dim light, she stroked the mirror three times with her right hand and chanted a name in Hermetic: "The eyes that watch over all living things, the holy scar from the primordial land, the all-knowing one who serves the fools, the great Arrodes..." The glass of the makeup mirror suddenly became dark, sometimes undulating, sometimes misty, and then waves of water light rippled. Anthony Reid, the "psychologist", suddenly felt strongly uncomfortable, as if he was being scanned from top to bottom and inside and out by a pair of eyes. After finishing the preliminary work, Franca asked: "Where is my friend Celia Bello now?" In the mirror, a flash of water appeared, and a picture emerged: It was a mine cave so blurry that it was difficult to see the details. Then, the picture flipped and part of the scene of the market avenue appeared.

Franca recognized it at a glance as the area around the Breeze Ballroom, but the Breeze Ballroom itself did not exist. Instead, there was a dark and crystal-like barrier. Janna, wearing a light blue dress, stood next to the barrier, looking at the part that was not shown in the picture with a serious expression, and there was a figure who looked like Lumian beside her. As expected, they were together... What place is this? Just as these two thoughts flashed through Franca's mind, she saw a few lines of bloody ancient Feysac words appear on the mirror. "Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions." "If you answer incorrectly, or lie, you will be punished." Franca closed her eyes and waited for the question to be asked. Those blood-red letters reorganized into other sentences: "Have you ever fantasized about doing that Trier favorite thing with Janna?" Fortunately... Franka secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The shame level of this question depends on whether Janna is there to "witness" it. If so, Franca would want to bang her head against the wall, but now, there is only a "psychologist" watching: I told the "psychologist" that I have psychological problems, I like women, I like my good friend, and I want to do that kind of thing with her. Is there any problem with that? Franka couldn't help blushing, but she answered fluently: “I’ve fantasized about it.” Anthony Reid, who was watching from the sidelines, was not surprised at all. As a "spectator", if he did not notice that Franca had some abnormal feelings and thoughts about Janna, it would only mean that he was unqualified. What he didn't expect was that Franca would be relatively calm and less ashamed. Franka then asked about the magic mirror: "Where is the Market Avenue that Janna is currently on?" This time, there was no scene displayed in the magic mirror, only a bright red, compound noun was highlighted: “The world in the painting.” The world in the painting... "Painter", "Fairy"... Franca immediately had certain associations and guesses. On the mirror surface, the bloody words twisted and squirmed, forming new words: “According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. "Have you ever fantasized about doing the thing that the people of Trier love most with Lumian Lee?" "..." Franca's face suddenly felt hot, and she could feel the temperature was quite high. I, I didn’t… She subconsciously wanted to answer this, but then she remembered the pain of being struck by lightning. She stared into the magic mirror, trying to make herself forget that there was a "psychologist" next to her, and replied with her lips stammering: "Fantasy, fantasy. "Sometimes, just sometimes! I can't control myself when I dream!" Anthony Reid did not move his eyes to Franca's face, nor did his expression change, as if what he saw and heard were just ordinary things. This is the basic quality of a "psychologist". Franka quickly finished the "magic mirror divination" and went into the master bedroom. She compiled the disappearance of Lumian and Janna and the answers of the magic mirror into text materials and reported them to Ms. "Judgment". When she finished the task and returned to the living room, she was about to discuss the situation with Anthony Reid when she heard a rumbling sound coming from the northwest of Trier. It was as if several cannons were roaring. (End of this chapter)