Mr. K's purpose

Jenna's Eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her arm, saying, "This is a requirement for the Theater performance class!"

After saying that, she seemed to relax a little, and her smile became much more natural.

"Didn't I tell you I work part-time as a waitress at Bar to earn some living expenses? This is my Boss; I'm here to talk to him about a raise!"

Jenna pointed to Lumian at the door of Room 207 to reinforce the persuasiveness of her words.

Elodie glanced at Lumian, then stared at Jenna for a few seconds, and nodded, saying, "Remember to come home tonight."

Jenna's smile froze for a second before she said, "Okay."

Seeing Elodie resume her work, cleaning the other side of the second floor, Jenna tiptoed down the stairs and left the Golden Rooster Inn.

Not long after, she saw Lumian catch up and couldn't help but complain:

"Damn! Why is my mom at the Golden Rooster Inn?"

Lumian thought for a moment and said, "It's the Old Pigeon Cage's fault. Mr. Eve, the Landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel, hires a cleaning lady there for half-days, and your mother goes to the Old Pigeon Cage to see plays regularly."

Jenna gritted her Teeth and said, "Those damned Evil God!"

She then swung her arm:

"I told them honestly that night that I was working part-time as Underground Singer to pay for next year's tuition, and I was earning quite a bit!"

Lumian glanced at Jenna's profile:

"Hello, and the picture isn't too tense or anxious?"

Jenna spat:

"That's my mother, not a man-eating Monster."

"She is a very gentle and open-minded person. I didn't tell her what I was doing before because I was afraid she would worry."

"She's worried now too," Lumian reminded her.

Working as Underground Singer in the Dance Hall and Bar inevitably involves dealing with Gang, and being bullied and oppressed is a common occurrence.

Jenna smiled and said in a teasing tone, "I'm the mistress of Charles Dubois, the leader of the Savoie Gang and protector of the Breeze Ballroom. Who dares to bully me?"

"That's even more dangerous," Lumian chuckled.

Jenna looked away from the Messy Street vendors hawking their wares and said, "If my mother can't accept it, I plan to show her my current abilities and convince her that I can protect myself."

Is that so? Lumian didn't cite the example of the perverted Hedsey.

Jenna composed herself, her voice slightly low, and said, "She's suffered so much, worked so hard for so many years. I want to help her share some of the burden, to prevent her from ruining her health."

Lumian thought for a moment and said, "From the time your father died?"

Jenna shifted her gaze to the ground in front of her and hummed in agreement.

"There was an accident at the Factory. My father was seriously injured and lay in the hospital for more than ten days, but in the end he still couldn't be saved."

"We've spent all our savings and are still in debt. A few years ago, I could have found a decent Theater to start studying drama, but it wasn't until the beginning of this year that we paid off about half of the debt and managed to save up for tuition again. My mother said we can't delay any longer, or I'll be too old."

After listening Lumian asked with slight doubt, "Isn't there any compensation for Factory accident?"

"Yes, but that bastard still hasn't paid!" Jenna said through gritted teeth. "He keeps appealing, and the courts are always so slow. Fuck him, does he want to drag this out until we're all dead?"

Lumian paused for a second, then changed the subject:

"Was your mother really Stage Actor?"

"Yes." Jenna's expression softened. "She's a good actress and beautiful, but most of the theater managers, sponsors, and owners are Men. They habitually pick their prey in the theater, like Lion patrolling their Territory. Those who don't submit to them don't get good roles. Damn, everyone thinks this is normal, even the Police and the courts!"

"My mother Personality gentle but stubborn. She could only play supporting roles and was even fired once. When the theater she later found went bankrupt, she temporarily lost the opportunity to return to the stage and could only work as a hotel maid and laundry worker."

"It was around that time that she met my father, and they got together and became husband and wife with God's witness. Praise the Sun. At that time, my father was working hard to become a skilled worker, and my mother was doing all sorts of jobs, trying to save money, while looking for an opportunity to return to being Stage Actor. My mother said that was the time she missed the most."

"Later, my brother and I were born, and my parents became even busier, struggling to maintain the family and give us the opportunity to study."

"By the time we were able to take care of ourselves, my mother had gotten too old to return to the stage. She placed her hopes on me, wanting to see me become an excellent Stage Actor, even if it was just a supporting role. My father, on the other hand, hoped that my brother would become a real skilled worker."

These words seemed to Accumulation in Jenna's heart for a long time, and only now did she have the opportunity to say them.

Lumian didn't interrupt her, waiting until she stopped on her own before asking, "Do you want to be Stage Actor?"

Jenna smiled with a mixture of pride and satisfaction:

"When your mother is a theater enthusiast and a talented actress, it's hard not to like theater."

Her smile made Lumian feel inexplicably jealous.

He remarked with emotion, "It's clear that your mother really loves theater. Even though she works as a cleaning lady, she still puts on Makeup and wears a beautiful wig."

Jenna nodded lightly and said, "She said it makes her feel young, like she was when she was performing on stage, still a real Stage Actor, and that other jobs are just part-time."

"She was always like that. She would not only take me to see the sunrise and tell me that darkness would always Past and light would surely come, but she would also tell me that even when I was in darkness, I should remember to give myself some light, because only in that way could I wait for the Sun to rise."

At this point, Jenna began to look forward to the Future:

"If I Underground Singer for another year, I can save enough for next year's tuition and pay off most of the remaining debt. With the money my mom and brother earn, we'll be financially secure. Then, she won't need to work multiple jobs anymore, and my brother can learn a skill from someone else!"

Jenna became more and more excited as she spoke, and couldn't help but raise her arm, as if she wanted to touch the beautiful future.

Lumian watched Jenna, she suddenly felt a significant relief from the emotions that Accumulation inside her.

Hope—what a moving Vocabulary.

After a few seconds of calm, Jenna felt inexplicably awkward and glared at Lumian.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone get excited before?"

Lumian chuckled but did not respond.

Jenna looked him over several times, then muttered to herself, "Why do I feel like you're feeling a little better?"

"No," Lumian replied succinctly.

By this time, the two had entered Market Avenue and saw posters everywhere announcing Hugues Artois's successful election Member of Parliament.

Hugh Artois, with the combined support of the Savoie Gang and the Stinger Gang, has really become Member of Parliament... I wonder what Change he will bring to the Market District... Lumian turned his gaze away from the poster, a memory flashing through his mind of something Franca had told him:

The "Lady Moon," who believes in the "Great Mother," considers Hugues Artois to be enlightened enough.

In the afternoon, before setting off to find Mr. K in the Boulevard District, Lumian set up Altar in the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Ballroom.

Having created the "Spirit Wall," and lighting three Candle in the order of Subordinate God to Man from left to right, adding essential oils and Hydrosol, Lumian took two steps back into the hazy environment and chanted in a deep voice. "The Fool not belonging to this era, mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog, King of Yellow and Black who holds good fortune."

A faint Gray Fog drifted out, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

Suppressing the sluggishness of his thoughts and the itch beneath his skin, Lumian gazed at the bluish-black candlelight and, following the instructions of the "Magician" Lady, recited the remaining Incantation in Hermetic:

I pray to you;

"I pray for your Protection..."

After a series of actions, Lumian saw the holy Angel again, which seemed to be formed from pure light.

At the same time, he vaguely heard a sigh that sounded like a dream.

A sigh from the infinite heights.

The radiant yet ethereal Angel descended from above, opened its arms, and embraced Lumian.

The pairs of wings of light then closed up, enveloping him.

Once Lumian regained consciousness, everything returned to normal.

Near dusk, at No. 19 Schell Street in the Boulevard District.

Lumian met Mr. K again in that Basement.

He was still wearing a large Hood and a long black Robe, sitting silently in a red armchair.

Mr. K looked at Lumian, nodded slightly, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I am very satisfied with your actions. Moreover, without knowing the full story, your actions were in Attunement the teachings of my Lord, striking down the Attendant of those evil beings!"

Mr. K paused for a moment and then asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"I've made up my mind," Lumian said, bowing his head. "You've shown me the Lord's glory."

"Haha." Mr. K suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh so maniacal it gave the impression of him losing his Rationality.

After several seconds, he calmed down and, without asking the surrounding Waiter to leave, said directly, "The Honorific Name of my Lord is 'Creator of all things, Almighty God, Ruler behind the veil of shadows, Dominator of the Mind World, Fallen Nature of all living beings.' Choose three names and pray to Him in Hermetic."

Just hearing Mr. K's description, Lumian had the terrifying feeling that his clothes, skin, flesh, and bones had been completely dissolved, leaving only his pure mind and self-awareness.

He couldn't help but tremble, almost instinctively chanting. "Creator of all things, all-knowing and all-powerful God, Ruler behind the veil of shadows..."

Lumian couldn't think it through carefully and subconsciously chose the first three sentences.

Almost simultaneously, he felt his surroundings suddenly darken, as if a thick curtain had been drawn over them.

Behind that illusory, deep veil of shadow, a pair of eyes were vaguely watching Lumian, piercing through his consciousness and nearly rendering him unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, Lumian regained his senses, only to find himself covered in sticky, cold sweat.

Mr. K stood up, his low, husky voice carrying a clear hint of amusement:

"From this moment on, you are our brother, and you have truly become one of us."

"We are a Concealment organization that believes in a ' True Creator,' and our name is the ' Aurora Order.'"

"The Aurora Order?" Lumian was taken aback.

Isn't this the terrorist organization that took the blame for me?

From this perspective, it seems the Official Beyonder didn't choose the wrong target...

I've truly become a member of the "Aurora Order"...

Mr. K then dismissed the surrounding Waiter from the Basement and said to Lumian, "Gardner Martin is a member of the ' Iron and Blood Cross Order,' a Concealment organization that used to believe in our Lord, but in recent years they have gradually distanced themselves from us, stopped praying frequently, and seem to be plotting something very important."

"I sent you to join them so that you could find out why and figure out what they're really doing."