Protector

Having decided on his next move, Lumian turned his gaze to the outside of the carriage window.

At this time, the Hired Carriage had arrived at the Gray-White City Wall that surrounded the entire Trier and were queuing to leave.

The newly built Church of the "The Fool" Church in Trier is located on the outskirts of the town, right next to a bend in the Serenzo River. The river is wide and easily accessible, with both Dock and a train station, making it a picturesque town.

When Lumian arrived in the small town of Langbu, he found it to be quite large, with numerous Steam at the Dock and bustling streets.

After asking the Coachman, Lumian roughly understood the reason:

Most goods that want to enter Trier have to pay a city tax, though the tax rates vary. So, many items that don't need to be sold in Trier or transit through Trier are unloaded in Langbu and shipped to surrounding towns. This made the town gradually prosperous and attracted many Sea Merchants, adventurers, and Sailor, bringing with them the "The Fool's " faith.

Lumian had heard Franca mention that the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun had always wanted to abolish the market entry tax in order to boost commerce and increase circulation. However, this tax was one of the main sources of revenue for the Republic of Intis, and Trier's market entry tax was equivalent to the sum of the market entry taxes of several large cities, so the government simply could not give it up.

Lumian put on a wide-brimmed hat, let his black veil hang down, and strolled around the town of Langbu.

Soon, he found the "The Fool's " Church, now known as the Saint Lumian Church, but he didn't rush in. Instead, he stood on the street for a while, admiring the large Glass Window and simple exterior.

"I hope that one day, no Clergy will say, 'Just make do with Saint Lumian...'" After making a self-deprecating joke, Lumian continued on his way.

The town's dominant religion is the "Eternal Blazing Sun," and they worship Saint Viève, the Patron Angel of Trier.

Lumian glanced at the Angel carved from white stone a few times, then walked into a Bar diagonally opposite the Square.

The Bar is very popular, and on weekends, many Trier residents come to enjoy a variety of alcoholic beverages that are exempt from city tax.

As soon as Lumian pushed open the heavy Wooden Door of the Bar, he felt a barrage of gazes directed at him—some surprised, some amazed, some Greed, some excited, and some as if venomous snakes were slowly slithering across his skin.

He then remembered that he was now a Lady, Lady exuded great Charm even with his face veiled.

When I was a man, things would never have been like this. At most, a thief would observe and judge whether there was any value or possibility in stealing... Sigh, the sense of "coming home" is gone... Lumian slowly shook his head and took out a Revolver directly from the "Traveler’s Bag".

He reached out and pressed his Revolver against the doorframe, pointed the revolver at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Bullets kicked up clouds of dust, and the people in the Bar scattered like athletes who had heard the starting gun.

This left Lumian with a wide path leading to the bar.

Once the chaotic scene of hiding had subsided, Lumian deactivated the "Fictional Bottle," picked up the Revolver, and walked towards the bar, saying in a cold but gentle voice, "I just want to drink."

He then sat down on Bar Stool, tapped the table, and said to the Bartender who was staring at him in a daze, "A ' Green Fairy '."

The Bartender then realized what was happening and quickly poured Lumian a glass of Absinthe with a splash of lemon juice.

Lumian neither removed his hat nor lifted his veil, and slowly sipped the wine, which had a bittersweet aroma.

The others in the Bar gradually returned to normal. In this town where pirates and adventurers often roamed, they were already used to such things, which was why they were so adept just now.

Lumian to their chatter and whispers, trying to glean useful information, especially that pointing to the "Disease Church."

Unfortunately, what he heard was mainly discussions about himself.

The most discussed topic is what constitutes a person with two bodies.

There are artistic interpretations, such as "having Men body but also a Women side; being both Flames and Frost," as well as vulgar and obscene ones, such as "bulging on top and hard on the bottom."

Lumian turned his gaze to the drunkard who had uttered the last sentence.

His Eyes, as clear as Plateau Lake, were like Mirror, reflecting the other person's image.

The drunkard was making lewd gestures in conjunction with the description he had just heard when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and lower body, as if he were being burned by Flames.

He screamed and collapsed to the ground, writhing in Pain.

This stunned those around him who were just agreeing with his joke.

After about ten seconds, the drunkard finally came to his senses and stood up shakily, holding onto the chair next to him.

What just happened?

"Acute disease?"

You should go to the clinic right away!

The people around them started talking all at once.

The drunkard shook his head blankly:

"I felt a sudden pain just now, but it's nothing now..."

As he spoke, he looked down to check his body and was surprised to find that his chest was strangely swollen due to an unknown burning sensation, while his lower body felt like it had turned to stone, bulging out of his crotch.

Almost simultaneously, those around them also noticed the situation.

"It's bulging on top and hard on the bottom..." Someone repeated the drunkard's words.

The people around quickly moved away from the area, all looking at the drunkard with wary eyes.

It was him, he insulted the Saint, it has nothing to do with us!

We weren't standing next to him, so let's hope that when lightning strikes him, it doesn't affect us!

In their fear, everyone present involuntarily had one thought:

Is the Patron Saint of the "The Fool" Church really that effective?

Lumian withdrew his gaze, letting the figure reflected in his eyes disappear.

This is a minor punishment that will not affect actual function or physical health.

For Lumian, insulting him was nothing to him; he would just find an opportunity to play a prank. But insulting Aurora was unacceptable.

Moreover, this is also an opportunity to rationally use fear to spread faith.

It can also digest the "Witch" Potion.

Lumian looked at the Absinthe in her hand and saw her veiled face reflected in the dreamy green liquid.

The Crimson wine swayed gently, beside which sat three indistinct Puppet puppets and a picture book.

Franca leaned back in her chair, leisurely admiring the Blood-Colored that seeped into the Puppet's texture and the hair that had seeped into its crevices.

After looking at them for a few seconds, she turned to the three men standing in front of the Desk and said with a smile, "I only have two requests for you:

"First, help me gather all sorts of intelligence; second, abide by these thirteen rules I've set, and treat those dancers and Streetwalker well."

After Franca finished speaking, Jenna, who was standing next to her, picked up the Paper and read it aloud:

First, coercion is prohibited;

Second, ensure sufficient rest;

"...

"Thirteenth, provide basic medical care."

"We're Gang, not some charitable organization!" the hottest-tempered of the three That One out.

Franca laughed:

"Yes, I'm not doing charity work."

She then flicked out a quiet Black Flame, letting it land on one of the Puppet.

The Puppet was instantly engulfed in Black Flame and began to burn silently.

The Gang Boss who had just spoken suddenly screamed in agony, and Evil Black Flame erupted from his body.

He knelt on the ground in Pain, his face Distortion as he cried out, "I... I was wrong."

"I'm a philanthropist!"

"I promise! I promise!"

Franca and Jenna did not respond, watching silently until the Gang Boss collapsed to the ground, convulsing and dying.

Franca then turned to the other two Gang Boss and asked with a smile, "Do you have any objections?"

"No." The two Gang Boss seemed to be having a contest to see who could shake their heads the fastest.

After Jenna posted the Paper with the thirteen rules written on it on the wall, Franca stood up and said, "Remember to look at it every day. If you violate any of them..."

Franca picked up the remaining two Puppet:

"You should know what they represent; they are the mediums of a ' Witch's ' Curse."

After becoming the "Pleasure Witch," Franca could directly cast Curse using Mirror, so she no longer used similar Black Magic in battle. However, Mirror Curse are real-time and cannot be fixed. To control these two Gang Boss and make them obey, she still needed to take their blood and hair to create Puppet- like mediums.

For the "Witch of Unaging," mastering this medium also allows her to influence the target's immediate family members.

"Yes, yes." The two Gang Boss are now having a nod-out competition again.

Jenna thought for a moment and said to Franca, "Can I add a rule?"

"Of course," Franca said with a smile.

Jenna picked up her Fountain Pen and added another line to the pasted Paper:

Article 14 stipulates that the annual interest rate for usurious loans shall not exceed 36%, and no additional fees such as handling fees or service fees may be charged.

"Is everything alright?" Jenna turned around and asked with a smile.

The two Gang Boss being questioned dared not voice their opinions.

Franca put away the two Curse Puppet and casually said as she walked towards the door, "I know you have some supporters behind you. I don't care what they think, it won't affect your struggle for Territory and making money here. All I want are those two things."

"If your supporters are not satisfied, let them come and see this Statues."

As she spoke, wisps of Gray-White light spread out and fell upon the dead Gang Boss.

The Corpse quickly turned into a stone sculpture.

"Is this alright? If they want to harm me, you'll secretly notify me, right?" Franca turned to look at the remaining two Gang Boss and asked with a smile.

The two Gang Boss first couldn't help but show expressions of infatuation, then hurriedly responded:

Yes! Yes!

Leaving the room, Franca walked toward the dancers and Streetwalker who were waiting tremblingly at the bottom of the stairs.

"Boss..." several girls exclaimed joyfully.

Franca nodded gently and said, "Things will go back to how they were before."

"But I still want to say, this is not a long-term career."

Across from the Old Dovecage Theater, Franca and Jenna sat on benches along the aisle, calmly watching the Spectator and Actor coming and going.

"Past and say hello?" Jenna asked.

Franca smiled:

"I'm not going. Since they're doing well, there's no need to Past."

"That's true." Jenna nodded.

Franca then turned her head and said, half sincerely and half jokingly, "This is for you. From now on, you'll be the protector of Actor."

After looking around for a while, they returned to the Luxury Villa.

At this moment, Lumian had returned and was saying to Anthony, "Help me gather intelligence on the ' Disease Church '."

"' Disease Church '..." Franca suddenly understood what Lumian wanted to do and quickly smiled, "I also have intelligence channels now, I'll have them keep an eye out!"