Honorific name

Lumian took the Paper and Fountain Pen from Franca and said with a smile, "It's not too late to add corresponding descriptions when you really become the protector of certain people and things. Anyway, each Half-God can have many descriptions, but not all of them will be used."

He then used Fountain Pen to write the last part of his Honorific Name on the Paper:

"The great Lumian Lee."

Then, he smiled at Franca and Jenna and said, "The first line has to piggyback on Mr. ' The Fool's ' status."

As he spoke, he wrote down his first Honorific Name:

"The Chariot of Mr. The Fool."

Before Jenna and Franca could speak, he joked to himself, "I'll keep trying to piggyback on the second sentence, this time on '0-01'."

"The agent of the God of War?" Franca blurted out.

"No way." Lumian shook his head. "The ' Magician ' Lady said before that the Honorific Name ' God of War ' refers to both '0-01' and ' Red Angel ' Medici. If I say that I am the God of War's agent, He might be laughing so hard he won't be able to stop. Wouldn't that be giving Him away for free?"

"Let's try something else, like an agent of the Lord of War? Anyway, all of these will point to '0-01'," Jenna suggested.

"I think we should be more conceptual, minimizing the influence of the ' Red Angel ' as much as possible." Lumian thought for a few seconds and wrote on the paper, "The agent of chaos and war."

Upon seeing this description, Franca suddenly chuckled:

"If you really want to freeload, you can keep doing it. Let me count:"

The Successor of the ' Blood Emperor,' the Divine Child of the ' Great Mother,' the friend of the ' Underworld Daoist,' and the one who exists at the pinnacle of both the sacrificial and Calamity Pathway...

"Tsk, forget about all that. If you actually added that as your Honorific Name, you'd probably die on the spot."

"There's no room for so many people," Lumian glanced at Franca and responded with an old joke.

Holding the Fountain Pen, Lumian turned and said, "I thought of the third Honorific Name before I went to sleep."

"What is it?" Franca asked curiously.

Lumian did not answer her, but instead wrote down a description:

"A being forged from Flames and Frost, a dual being."

"A twin..." Jenna uttered the last part of the phrase, suddenly realizing that this was preparation for Aurora's further Resurrection, so that the corresponding anchor could also point to her.

"The duality refers to both you and Aurora, as well as the Women ' Witch,' the Men ' Hunter,' and the 'self outside the mirror' and the 'self inside the mirror'—brilliant!" Franca exclaimed sincerely. "Flames and Frost correspond to the abilities of the ' Hunter ' and the ' Witch,' respectively. The forging of a person by Flames and Frost inevitably involves intense Pain; without sufficient Lingering Obsession and a strong will, one cannot endure it. This also represents your journey to becoming who you are today..."

As she was speaking, Franca shut her mouth.

Then, she sighed with feigned melancholy, patted Lumian on the shoulder, and said, "It'll be alright!"

"Yes," Jenna said hopefully.

"After making peace with myself, my condition has actually improved quite a bit." Lumian chuckled, looking at the Paper on the table. "The fourth sentence is meant to both reflect the characteristics of my current High-Sequence and point out the difference between me and most Beyonder of the ' Witch ' and ' Hunter ' Pathway."

"You have the ability to combine two Pathway, the most representative of which is ' Flames of Destruction '," Franca said after a moment's thought. "And the most obvious characteristic of the ' Witch of Unaging ' Sequence is Unaging."

Lumian nodded slightly, then carefully wrote, "The Unaging Saint holds destruction in his hands?"

"'Holding it up' sounds better, although holding it in my hands immediately reminds me of a beautiful Witch holding up Black Flame of destruction with her hands outstretched, but ' the Unaging Saint holding destruction' sounds better." Franca imagined the corresponding scene.

"That works too." Lumian adopted Franca's suggestion.

Ultimately, his Honorific Name was determined to be:

"The Chariot of Mr. ' The Fool,' agent of chaos and war, a dual being forged from Flames and Frost, the Unaging Saint who holds destruction, the great Lumian Lee."

After putting the Fountain Pen away, Lumian said to himself with a self-deprecating laugh:

"A Hell joke suddenly came to mind: I could also add 'Protector of Cordou Village ' to my Honorific Name."

Jenna and Franca exchanged a glance, both agreeing that Lumian's mental and emotional state had indeed improved.

"Alright, we can summon the Messenger of the Lady of Judgement to convey our Honorific Name to her and ask her to contact the Church of Knowledge to try and secure an opportunity to go to the Banishment City soon. Hmm, once the time is confirmed, I can borrow the ' Earth’s Gift.' That Sealed Artifact is too dangerous; I can only use it temporarily." Lumian's last sentence was directed at Jenna.

He knew that Jenna appeared calm on the surface, but was actually quite anxious inside.

Clearly, Jenna hopes to become the "Witch of Despair" before Julian returns to Trier, and she only has one week left.

"Okay." Franca didn't delay.

After sending a letter to the "Judgement" Lady and the "Hermit" Lady respectively through their respective Messenger, the three "Witch" awaited the possible reply from the "Judgement" Lady.

Franca glanced out the window at the city lights just coming on and said with a touch of melancholy, "The scenery here is beautiful, and the environment is great, but I always feel a bit stifled."

This Luxury Villa was just gifted to them yesterday by "Lady. Justice" as a side reward for the mission to awaken "Mr. The Fool".

Franca also brought over her belongings, especially the Small Analytical Engine, and announced its return last night in the Telegram group.

"Bored?" Jenna, a little puzzled.

Franca smacked her lips and said, "Maybe I just don't like living in the Villa areas."

"I like that there are many shops downstairs and many vendors gather in the morning, but I have to sleep in a room far away from the street so as not to be disturbed. https://www. hetushu. com. com

"Whatever you want to eat, you can go downstairs to buy it anytime. When you have nothing to do, you can stand by the living room window and watch the children chase and play, watch how the vendors do their business, watch what stories unfold among the passersby, and sometimes, thanks to your Beyonder hearing, you can even vaguely hear some gossip and rumors..."

Franca's voice trailed off, as if she were lost in that scene.

After a few seconds, she sighed and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Living here is fine; at least I don't have to worry about innocent people getting caught in the crossfire during a fight."

"With the abilities of Saint- level being, it's difficult," Lumian cautioned.

Franca could only respond with brief interjections:

"Why..."

Not long after, the "Judgement" Lady replied to them through the jellyfish-like Messenger Ongla:

"At the earliest tomorrow, and at the latest the day after, the communication with the Church of Knowledge will yield results."

"Tomorrow and the day after..." Lumian nodded and smiled, "Then there's nothing much going on for the time being, I have some free time."

He then left the bedroom and went downstairs.

Then, he went into the Study, took out a few popular novels and a pile of recent newspapers and magazines, and went to the Living Room. Under the bright Crystal gas chandelier, he began to read them leisurely.

"Why do you care about these things?" Franca asked curiously.

Lumian didn't hide anything, and smiled with a slight sigh, "The conversation with Mr. ' The Fool,' and the exchange during my self-reconciliation, have made me realize some things. Since the end of the road is already determined—it could be the Apocalypse, or it could be the Resurrection of Aurora —if there's really nothing urgent on this Journey, then I should be kinder to myself."

Yes, Lumian Lee also deserves to enjoy life! Jenna's smile gradually blossomed.

She extended her right hand to Lumian:

May I invite you to a play or Opera tonight?

"Okay." Lumian reached out and touched hands with Jenna.

Jenna then looked at Franca:

Can I still invite you?

"Of course, I assumed I was agreeing to go." Franca tried to smile faintly, but her smile was quite radiant.

Jenna then looked at Anthony was also reading the newspaper in the Living Room.

Anthony put down his newspaper, cleared his throat, and said, "I won't be going. I've been in the Dream City for almost half a month, and I haven't been in contact with many of my intelligence channels in reality for a long time. I already have plans tonight."

"Alright," Jenna then said to Ludwig was waiting for the stew to finish in the kitchen, "You have to go."

Otherwise, no one will be watching him!

Ludwig only asked one question:

"Is there food at the Theater?"

"I can give you something like candy, but you can't make a sound while eating it," Jenna said with a smile.

Franca then told Ludwig, "You really should broaden your horizons; life isn't just about eating."

Ludwig glanced at her, his eyes clearly saying, "I don't think so."

When it came to food, Franca suddenly became excited:

How about we have hot pot tomorrow?

"Does Trier have all the ingredients for making hot pot broth?" Jenna looked at Ludwig.

Before Ludwig could respond, Franca said happily, "We can have another version of hot pot, with bone broth. It's not as complicated. The dipping sauce is made with garlic, Feynapotter peppers, and salt. It's just as delicious. Add spice if you like it spicy, or leave it off if you don't. It's up to you."

"Yes, the broth is made by simmering pork or beef bones, adding a few common spices, and then Mushrooms..."

Upon hearing this, Lumian, Anthony, and Jenna said in unison, "Forget about the Mushrooms!"

Upon discovering that they all shared the same "opinion," the three of them burst into laughter.

"Gulp." Ludwig, whose mouth watered at the compliment, swallowed hard.

This made Franca laugh too.

Laughter echoed in the Living Room.

When she returned from the Opera, it was already quite late. Franca walked briskly back to her bedroom.

In one corner of the bedroom stood the Small Analytical Engine, which was connected to Mechanical Typewriter and Radio Transceiver.

"Let's chat for a bit before we sleep." Franca walked up to the complex Machine and muttered to herself, "How can I subtly and without ostentatiously tell '007' and the others that I'm now a person of Honorific Name?"

"By the way, first summon Lady Hella's Messenger and request a meeting in reality!"