Chapter 658 Joy The file that Lumian picked up was the file of the Tizamo Town Massacre at the end of last year. It defines the whole incident as a gentleman who went to Tizamo Town for hunting and his servant went deep into the primitive jungle and did something that angered a large primitive tribe there. The other side organized a large number of people and raided Tizamo Town that night, killing many people, including the gentleman and his servant, several patrol team members in charge of Tizamo Town, and a large number of innocent people. Subsequently, General Quilaril sent additional troops to garrison there, and the primitive tribe retreated deep into the jungle. There are so many powerful tribes in the primitive jungles of the southern continent, and they are very powerful... After reading the file, Lumian sighed sincerely. This is also one of the characteristics of the Southern Continent and is a historical issue left over from the Balam Empire. ——Those ancient empires may have many strong people at the top, and also a large number of mid- and low-sequence Extraordinary People, but due to limitations in technical means, population size, number of characteristics, and other factors, the places where they can be effectively managed are limited to cities with excellent geographical environments and towns and villages built around these cities, fertile plains, grassland valleys, etc. They cannot go deep into primitive jungles, deep mountains, and other places where natural conditions are not good enough, and therefore lack the corresponding motivation to clear them out. When the northern continent countries invaded, the Balam Empire was divided, and the rest of the countries were destroyed or replaced, many rebels also retreated into these places, making the original jungles and the depths of the mountains even more dangerous. In comparison, after Emperor Roselle launched the Industrial Revolution, similar situations in the northern continent have become less and less common. Currently, only a few may remain between the mountains in the central and southern regions. "From the files alone, there are no signs of April Fools' Day pranks, nor any signs of demonic activity..." Lumian put down the file in his hand and picked up another one. He was looking for words like "dream" and "festival".

——The "Dream Festival" that "Hisoka" said before his death is composed of the two words "dream" and "festival". Unfortunately, the patrol team had only been established for six or seven years, and there were not many records of the previous problems in Tizamo Town. Moreover, nothing that had happened in Tizamo Town during these six or seven years involved dreams or festivals. Lumien was not disappointed. He put down the files and said to Camus: "Can I have a copy of all of it?" "No problem." Camus knew that Louis Berry was going to summon the "Rabbit of Knowledge" again. At this time, Reysa came in with other patrol team members and placed a small but heavy cloth bag in front of Lumian. "Your bounty, please confirm." Reysa said in Dutan. Lumian picked up the bag and poured everything inside onto the table. There were banknotes from Intis and a large number of gold coins. Lumian counted them briefly and indicated that there was no problem. After Reasa and the other patrol team members left, Lumian turned his head to look at Camus, smiled and pushed the cloth bag over. "You..." Camus' eyes suddenly widened and he asked hesitantly. Lumian smiled and responded: "I said I would give up the official reward." "But I haven't got anything yet..." Camus said politely subconsciously. Lumian laughed: “The information you provided is important, but you need to split the money with Kolobo. "Also, help me do something." This money is the intelligence fee and compensation for the risk we took... Camus pressed the bag and asked: "whats the matter?" "Help me find a few people who were born and raised in Tizamo Town and currently live in Port of Paros. Also find a few people who have been to Tizamo Town many times but have no connection with the place, and bring them to where I live one by one." Lumian made a request. Camus listened carefully and breathed a sigh of relief: "no problem." This is a simple matter! Back at the Aurora Hotel, Lumian had just laid out the files copied by the "Rabbit of Knowledge" in the room, ready to read them in detail, when he heard the doorbell ring. Amid the jingling sounds, Lugano ran quickly to open the door.

Soon, he shouted: "Boss, Mr. Ivelista wants to visit you." Ivelista? The Ivelista who lives on the 18th floor underground and has many zombie servants, suspected to be a "ghost"? He came to see me? Lumian raised his eyebrows, put away the file, and walked out of the master bedroom. ………… Trier, Memorial Parish. In the apartment rented by Franca and Janna. After seeing Anthony off, Franca walked back to the master bedroom and seriously thought about her progress in digesting the "joy" potion. Although she knew very well that Lumian's situation was just a special case, and that it was impossible for a normal person to digest the potion so quickly, and it was impossible for a person to be promoted to Sequence 5 in just half a year, she was still stimulated. This is the feeling of loss and frustration that comes from approaching Lumian as a sister, no, a brother, and a shelter provider, but being overtaken in seven months. She also wanted to advance to Sequence 5 as soon as possible and become the "Witch of Pain" sooner. In fact, she has already surpassed most witches in digesting the "joy" potion, and has also made good progress in exploring other meanings and symbols of "joy". She didn't need to be so anxious, but who can blame her for having a guy whose promotion speed is simply abnormal around her! "Well, I have to find someone to please me. I have to have both 'pleasure' in the normal sense and 'pleasure' in a larger sense. Neither can be missing. This way, I can digest it faster. This is my left foot and the other is my right foot. I have to use force on both to walk. I can't just hop on one leg all the time..." Franca's thoughts were clear, but she just didn't know how to get started. "Well, I can't open my mouth... Should I really ask Bronx and her lovers for help?" As Franca was pacing back and forth, she suddenly heard a knock on the bedroom door. Janna? Franca stopped, turned around, looked towards the door and said: "Please come in." Standing at the door was Janna, who had changed into home clothes and was wearing a beige plush dress. "Why are you so polite suddenly?" Franca asked a little uncomfortably. Janna was so angry that she laughed: "Fuck! I've always been polite, okay? It's just that you rarely closed the door before, and only closed it when you went to bed at night. How can I knock?" After saying that, Janna showed a frustrated expression. She calmed down her emotions, put on a smile and said: "Are you worried about the digestion of the 'joy' potion? Is it because you lack something to digest it?" "Yeah, but I said it before..." Franka tried to defend herself. Janna interrupted her: "How am I doing?" "Ah?" Franca was stunned for a moment. She suspected she was hallucinating. A charming smile appeared on Jana's beautiful face, just like when she was active as the flamboyant "little bitch". She lifted the hair that fell from her ears and said with a smile: "Didn't you tell the Black Witch that we were lovers? "Then why don't you ask me to digest the 'joy' potion?"

"But, but..." Franca was a little confused, "Why did you do this?" Janna walked towards Franca step by step, maintaining her seductive smile and said: "I want to experience joy, and I will become joy in the future." The surprise came so suddenly that it turned into a shock. Franka looked at Janna seriously, wondering if she had suddenly encountered some kind of impact. It was not until Janna stopped in front of her and the familiar fragrance entered her nose that Franca suddenly woke up and asked: "You want to help me? "You want to help me with this because I have been lacking someone to digest 'pleasure' with for a long time?" Janna paused and chuckled: "That's a reason." She raised her head slightly, looked at Franca's face, and praised sincerely: "You are so beautiful..." Franca was silent for a moment, then asked seriously: "Do you like me?" "I like you." Jane answered without hesitation. Her eyes moved and she smiled and said, "You are so cheerful, so interesting, you have a good personality, and you are charming. How can I not like you?" Franka bit her rosy lips: "Then, then do you love me? The kind of love that is romantic." Janna was silent for a moment. She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and said: "I don't want to lie to you. "To me, you are a ray of light shining into my life, bringing hope and warmth. "You are the person I trust the most, my best friend, and the most perfect sister in my mind, but I have never imagined, nor can I imagine, love between you and me." When Franka heard the words "I don't want to lie to you", her heart sank slowly and unspeakable pain surged in her heart. She was cold all over. She raised her right hand, moved it slightly and said: "Then, then I can't be with you..." "Fuck! Why are you so awkward?" Janna was shy, embarrassed, and struggling. She tried hard not to show it, telling herself that she was just acting. After hearing Franca's rejection, she finally burst out, "You can't have sex without love? Are you really a pure love witch?" "I just feel that..." Franka hesitantly explained, "I can do this to others, but not to you. I can't accept that you are sacrificing yourself..." Before she could finish her words, she could no longer make any sound because her mouth was pressed against Janna's soft lips, which she was licking and biting awkwardly. The long-standing anticipation in her heart, the patience of several months, the remaining pollution of the devil and the influence of the "joy" potion made Franka unable to help but respond and guide Janna's lips and tongue. She sunk in until Jenna pulled back, gasping for air. "Sacrifice, what sacrifice! Don't be shy like a naive girl. Haven't you been joking about letting me experience real pleasure? Come on!" Janna's cheeks flushed, and she looked at Franca with watery eyes, and said aggressively, like a passionate and aggressive little lion. Franca suddenly felt that when Janna was active in the market area as a "little bitch", a small part of her personality was probably not performed by her, but was something she possessed.

Janna kissed her again, and Franca couldn't refuse. While she was enjoying the fragrant, sweet and passionate pleasure, she was sad that it was just help and not love. At this moment, a sentence emerged in her mind: Rejoice in pain and sink in joy. (End of this chapter)