Red and black

Knock knock knock.

A slightly hurried knocking sound echoed in the office.

A weak and indifferent voice came out:

"Please come in."

Lumian turned the Handle, pushed open the vermilion door, and saw the Paleness- faced, thin young man.

He was wearing a blue shirt, a black vest, and a dark suit, standing beside a large desk, looking towards the door.

Upon discovering that the visitor was Bono Goodwell, the assistant Secretary, Tibert Jacques, chuckled.

"Don't worry, Decay is the Destiny that nothing can escape. It's true for humans, and it's true for organizations. And once Decay begins, all sorts of problems will arise..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Lumian approach him in a few steps, and immediately became wary, blurting out, "What are you going to do...?"

Bang! Lumian threw a punch, accompanied by Burning crimson Flames.

This interrupted Tibert's words, forcing him to instinctively raise his hand and block the punch with his forearm.

The flash of fire disappeared in an instant, blackening his Sleeve.

At the same time, he heard a voice filled with extreme mockery:

"So weak?"

Lumian's original plan was to ambush the enemy by covering his fist with Flames —a low-profile attack that wouldn't be noticed by the surrounding staff. He would then use the chaos to pull out "Fallen Mercury," inflict a wound on the target, and before the target could recover, force his way past him and escape from the earthen-yellow building where the Parliamentarian’s Office was located via the balcony.

During this process, Fireball and "Fire Raven Spell" can be used to slow down the enemy. Even if it means taking some injuries, it's crucial to escape to a nearby alley and crawl into the Underground Trier before Yugo Artois's security personnel and the red-haired Lady's campaign team members can react. After all, the "armor" created by the Flames can burn the Pathogens, and given the short contact time, Lumian is unlikely to contract the disease. Even if there is some oversight, the symptoms will be relatively mild, enough for him to hold on until six in the morning.

If all else fails, he can go to Franca and borrow half a bottle of Healing Potion.

Even with the frail health of the scavenger Roul, who only developed symptoms an hour or two after coming into contact with the thick phlegm of the disease, Lumian believed he would be even less likely to have any problems.

Of course, this is on the premise that the thick phlegm is one of Tibert's more powerful methods, and that he cannot create a severe disease that can cause symptoms to appear within a minute or two. Otherwise, Lumian also has Flames that he can use to protect himself.

Now, through their brief encounter, he discovered that Tibert Jacques was much weaker than he had imagined!

This made Lumian change his mind instantly.

Without a sound, his body was covered with a layer of crimson Flames.

The Flames, like flowing water, floated there, separated from the skin, hair, clothes, and hat by an almost invisible vacuum, constantly Burning and flowing.

Within Lumian's body, streams of crimson continuously emerged and merged into them.

This made Lumian appear as if he were wearing a crimson cloak covering his entire body, and through the flickering flames, his disguised face and blue Eyes that seemed to be Burning with two Flames were vaguely visible.

With a snap, he dropped the dark Walking Stick in his hand and slammed his other fist, wreathed in Flames, at Tibert.

The handle of the Staff was still Burning red, scorching the areas where handprints, fingerprints, and sweat would be left.

Bang bang bang! Tibert was knocked back two steps, as if facing Storm Flames, his Eyes reflecting only leaping crimson.

He uttered a sound and suddenly spat a thick wad of phlegm at Lumian.

The thick, yellowish-green phlegm was stopped by the "Flame Cloak" and instantly burned away, making a sizzling sound.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Lumian's arms, wreathed in crimson Flames, swung wildly, pinning Tibert to a corner of the office. He was forced to stand against the wall, pressed against a cabinet, with no way to escape or retreat, and could only passively parry with his arms.

Seeing that the "Disease Phlegm" had failed to work, and that the surrounding air was getting hotter and hotter due to the burning of the escaping Flames and the influence of the high temperature Source, making his skin feel hot, Tibert felt a pang of anxiety and was about to shout for help.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Lumian's fiery fist came crashing down on his arm, making him tremble all over, and the words were forcibly blocked in his throat.

Tibert tried to call for help time and again, but was repeatedly interrupted at just the right moment, while the enemy's deep voice echoed in his ears:

"Is that all the strength you have?"

How dare you, a weak chick, spit on the ground like that?

"Didn't your Deity tell you not to do Civilization things?"

"I'll find a hundred Vagrant, and each of them will spit in your mouth!"

These sarcastic remarks ignited a fire in Tibert's eyes, causing him to momentarily forget his plea for help and only wish for the other man to rot and die.

One after another, translucent blisters appeared on his exposed skin, filled with a disgusting, pale yellow to black liquid.

Bang bang bang!

Lumian's Flaming Fist burned off Tibert's Sleeve, bursting the translucent blisters there, but the disgusting, yellowish-black liquid failed to reach his skin, first being burned by the Flames and then blocked by the Gloves.

The Pathogens remaining on the surface of the Gloves were quickly killed by the subsequent burst of red Flames.

In the continuous but not fatal attacks, in an environment where the temperature was rising, all the translucent bubbles burst on their own. The pale yellow to black liquid evaporated with a hissing sound, forming a mist that was almost invisible to the naked eye around Tibert.

However, these mists were either burned away by the Flames of the Library or melted by the high temperature, unable to penetrate the "Flame Cloak" and corrode Lumian's body.

At this moment, Tibert, who had been beaten several times, recovered from the "Provocation" and opened his mouth again to shout for help.

The scorching gas and escaping Flames, along with Lumian's punch, pierced into Tibert's mouth, burning him so badly that his expression Distortion and he couldn't even scream.

"Does it feel good? Does this feeling feel good?"

Did you ever think about this outcome when you spat on the ground?

"Killing you is no different than killing a chicken!"

Lumian stared intently into Tibert's eyes, watching as Despair, terror, and pleading gradually surfaced within them.

He didn't stop; his fists, wreathed in crimson Flames, unleashed another barrage of Torrential Rain.

He didn't try to avoid Tibert's arms; every punch landed there.

With a muffled thud, Lumian suddenly stopped and withdrew his hands.

Tibert stood with his back against the wall, his eyes Cavern, motionless.

The Flames on Lumian's body suddenly vanished like River Water flowing backward, leaving only a faint red glow where his footprints had left behind.

Without even glancing at Tibert, he bent down to pick up the Walking Stick, took out Mr. K's finger, and pressed it onto the wall beside Tibert.

Having done all this, Lumian removed his Half-Top Hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed to Tibert.

Then, he stepped past his prey, who stood motionless like Statues, onto the balcony, and from the edge of the shadows, he easily leaped along the wall to the side of the tan building.

Only then did people upstairs notice, rushing out and looking outside, while Lumian's figure had already disappeared into the dark alley.

At the same time, a muffled sound emanated from the stiffly standing Tibert.

Boom!

He suddenly exploded from the inside out, chunks of flesh and internal organs, along with some crimson Flames, scattering everywhere.

"Fire Infusion"!

The Pyromaniac's "Fire Infusion"!

Before Lumian left, Tibert was nearly dead; his internal organs and brain had been taken over by the injected Flames, which then primarily ravaged his Spirit Body.

Lumian changed his mind at the last minute, deciding not to kill Tibert using the quickest and simplest method, for three reasons:

First, having the Montsouris Ghosts act might affect Tibert's family, so if there's a choice, it's best to avoid it if possible, even though those people have most likely become followers of the Evil God god. Second, using an implosion to create a scene of carnage, combined with Mr. K's fingerprints, would lead the subsequent investigation to the "Aurora Order," clearly implying that Tibert is a follower of the Evil God. Third, using "Fire Infusion" to delay the explosion would damage Tibert's Spirit Body, maximizing the impact on the Evil God’s Favored ' "Spiritism" gains.

In addition, there was another reason that wasn't really a reason: killing Tibert by beating him up and yelling at him made him feel even better.

Before long, seven or eight people, including Hugues Artois, That One red-haired Lady, and the Secretary with Gold-Rimmed Glasses, arrived at Tibert Jacques's door.

They saw blood, flesh, pieces, and entrails scattered all over the ground, along with numerous charred marks.

The striking contrast of red and black created a powerful visual Impact, leaving those present momentarily speechless.

"Who did it?" Hugues Artois asked, sounding slightly alarmed.

In his view, killing Tibert and leaving such a scene was a warning to him, a death knell for him!

Otherwise, who would bother an assistant Secretary?

The red-haired Lady glanced at Hugh Artois and said in a neutral voice, "It seems that the one who made the move was an ' Pyromaniac,' or even more powerful. With Tibert's strength, he should have been killed in ten seconds, but the attacker chose to take longer."

"His goal seems to be to create such a scene; that's the style of those Madman from the ' Aurora Order.'"

Hugh Artois's pupils contracted, and after a two-second silence, he said, "' The Aurora Order ' is targeting me?"

"I don't know." The red-haired Lady gazed intently at Hugh Attu and *Tu*Shuwa, then shook her head.

Once the Official Beyonder began their investigation, the members of the original campaign team returned to Hugh Artois's office.

The red-haired Lady looked at her Secretary, who was wearing Gold-Rimmed Glasses:

What has Tibert done recently?

"He was irritable due to his long-term illness, and deliberately discarded a handkerchief stained with his disease, killing two elderly, childless scavengers," the Secretary, wearing Gold-Rimmed Glasses, replied truthfully. "I've already covered this up."

The red-haired Lady muttered to herself, "Two elderly scavengers without children... It seems Tibert's death really does point to the Mr. Member of Parliament."