Lavigny Docks

"Uh..." Franca deliberated for a few seconds before saying to Jenna, "When it comes to Loss of Control and madness, no matter you are Orthodox God, Church, or Wild Beyonder, they are all equal. Those Monks are also likely to become Loss of Control into Monster, or have mental problems, leading to the road to Abyss."

Jenna's expression became more solemn the more he listened.

Franca had told her similar words before, but she lacked real feelings. It wasn't until she saw Depths of Darkness's Hidden Cave and the arms and thighs on the rock wall with her own eyes, and associated them with Loss of Control and madness, that she truly realized the cruelty and terror of those two Vocabulary.

Lumian followed. "That's why 'Acting Method' is so important."

"However, you always have to remember that you are only in Acting. As Stage Actor, you should know very well that you cannot be immersed in a role and cannot get out of it. Even if you are not Beyonder, you will have mental problems." Franca and Lumian started educating newcomers in harmony.

After Jenna nodded solemnly, she returned to the story of Deep Valley Monastery Gatekeeper's disappearance:

"My plan is to use my own channels to disclose the location and situation of Hidden Cave to the person 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church. How they officially communicate in the future is their business. We don't care. No, even if they choose to suppress this matter in the end, they are on guard and don't have to worry about big problems. On the other hand, at the next party, tell this information to the Commission person and see how he reacts. Maybe they can give you some hard work."

She chose to tell the person "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church, rather than the Beyonder "God of Steam and Machinery" Church, because it was unclear which side of the internal conflict was worthy of Trust.

"I have no objection." After listening to Lumian and Franca say so much, Jenna has deeply realized the huge risks involved in this task. Although she really wanted the reward of 20,000 Felkine, she still controlled herself.

Franca turned to Lumian and said, "That 'Harvest Sacrifice' has found a buyer, but it has not been officially traded. The price is 10,000 Felkine."

"I already gave you 4,000 before, and I will give you another 1,000 in two days."

"It's very efficient." Lumian praised with a smile.

"You, I can't tell whether you are praising me or mocking me." Franca muttered.

Jenna listened with envy:

The transactions that Franca and Charles casually talked about were all worth 10,000 Felkine. At the time, her mother, even if she was treated according to the worst possible scenario, their family would owe a maximum of seven to eight thousand Felkine in foreign debt.

Is this Beyonder? Jenna has a clearer understanding of this aspect.

Lumian glanced at the curtains that had already been drawn, and did not let Jenna avoid it. He said bluntly, "I completed the final test last night and officially became a member of the core layer of Boss."

"What kind of test?" Although feelings of grievance, unwillingness and anger inevitably emerged, Franca, who had already vented his anger once, was more curious.

Lumian came to Breeze Ballroom from Gardner·Martin Late Night, and let himself go to No. 13 Market Avenue for one night, until he avoided the abnormal Corruption, and waited for the rise of Sun.

He concealed the existence of Termiboros, portraying himself as smart, decisive, sharp, and firm. He could judge the essence of the problem based on a few details, and maintained the principle of "non-response" under various influences.

Writing stories has always been Lumian's strength.

Franca was frightened and suspicious after hearing this:

"Were you really not shaken at all at that time?"

Jenna nodded secretly, feeling that if it were him, he could not help but respond when the door opened, while Franca could only hold on until his face was covered with dripping blood.

Lumian laughed:

"There will definitely be fluctuations, but I trust my own judgment more."

Franca looked him up and down and asked, still a little unconvinced. "Did you really come up with the idea of 'don't respond' on your own?"

"No." Lumian ended the story he just made up with a frank attitude.

"..." Franca and Jenna were both stunned.

Lumian took the opportunity to start another topic and said with a smile, "Are you stupid? You must have received the information in advance, otherwise how could I, a person who just got rid of the Mysticism illiterate hat, figure it out?

"If you have the opportunity to go to the vigil, in addition to 'do not respond', remember to bring the Mirror that can enter Underground Mirror World. According to intelligence, the 'abnormalities' for different Pathway and No. 13 Market Avenue may have different manifestations."

Franca suddenly realized and understood the source of Lumian's intelligence.

She muttered, "You kid, you can't find a girlfriend by talking like this!"

She almost got hit by Provocation just now, let alone the real Women.

This also made Franca secretly relieved, feeling that Charles, this bastard boy, should have no luck with the opposite sex for the time being.

Jenna was annoyed by the ridicule, but also regained a lot of confidence.

She thought the IQ gap between herself and Charles was too big to make up for.

Of course, Charles can firmly believe in the intelligence without substantial wavering, which is also very admirable.

She pursed her lips and said, "I am more and more aware of the horror of Mysticism World."

The anomalies in No. 13 Market Avenue are more frightening and horrifying than the scenes in Deep Valley Quarry Hidden Cave.

In comparison, her previous incident when she was knocked unconscious by pervert Hedsey and brought into Underground was more like a criminal case.

"In the next few years Future, there will be more and more similar weird incidents." Franca never missed any opportunity to teach Jenna, trying to make her more motivated and look forward to promotion.

Lumian also talked about "his" guess that No. 13 Market Avenue only affects "Hunter" and "Witch" at a non-specific time, Beyonder of Pathway.

After discussing for a while, Franca and Jenna saw that the night was getting dark, so they left Golden Rooster Inn and returned to White Coat Street with a stack of Mysticism magazines.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Lumian, who had been traveling all day at Breeze Ballroom, used Public Carriage and kept changing trains to arrive at Lavigny Docks at Square District, ready to listen to Mr. "The Fool"'s Bishop Sermon.

It was a very busy inland port, filled with Steam ships spraying with White Fog. A large number of Dock workers relied on various tools and their own bodies to move boxes of goods and stack them on the flat surface of the rails.

In addition to these, Dock is also lined with behemoth-like machines. Some of them are more than ten or twenty meters high. They are purely composed of steel components. They are driven by giant Steam machines. Under the control of technicians, they hoist a steel box that cannot be lifted by humans.

Lumian At first glance, I can feel that this place is messy and lively, spectacular and dirty, full of vitality, but also revealing undisguised cruelty.

He withdrew his gaze and walked around the Dock place. He did not ask the foreigners who were suspected of being visitors from the sea where "The Fool" Church was, just like a tourist who came to visit on a whim.

There are circles of buildings around the port, full of Bar, hotels, warehouses, Beer Hall, Café, Restaurant and Dance Hall, and the roads are full of hawkers.

Lumian also saw frosted Glass Window with green louvers.

They belong to licensed prostitutes.

After turning around for more than half a circle, Lumian found Mr. "The Fool"'s Church.

It was an independent building with an ordinary appearance, as if it had been renovated from a normal four-story house, with Clock Tower and a steeple added.

It is completely black, with a very familiar Mysticism symbol Lumian carved on the front wall:

That is the symbol of Mr. "The Fool", which is the Silver-White symbol composed of incomplete "Eye Without Pupils" and part of "Line of Distortion".

Looking at the two-story-high gate, Lumian was not in a hurry to go in and continued walking as if shopping.

As a "Hunter", when given a choice, it is instinctive to grasp the details of the surrounding environment in advance.

After walking for more than ten meters, he picked a bar called "Sea Breeze", intending to listen to the opinions of the merchants, sailors and citizens of this neighborhood about the Church of the Fool.

"Sea Breeze" Bar is decorated like Cabin. There are fish specimens, ship rudders, sail fragments and other things hanging on the wall. The air is filled with the smell of spirits and cheap Cosmetics.

Some of those dressed as Sailor were sitting together playing cards, some were making out with Streetwalker in the corner, and some were drinking heavily at the bar and bragging loudly.

Lumian looked around and found a man who could not be ignored.

He sat at Armchair near the bar, leaning back with his hands on the back of the chair. From time to time he would take a sip of Oat Beer, and his legs would be raised and rested on the edge of the small round table. His posture was quite arrogant.

What caught Lumian's attention was not this person's state, but the performance of the Sailors around him.

They either avoided it deliberately, or passed by with a fawning look on their faces. Even if they just chatted with the man for a few words and were made a joke, they still felt honored.

A big shot from the sea? Very famous? Lumian looked at the man as if casually.

He is in his thirties, wearing Linen Shirt, a brown waistcoat, Deep Brown trousers and Black Leather Boots. His eyebrows and hair are burnt yellow, as if they have been burned by Flames. His eyes are dark blue but bright, and his facial features look like a southerner from Intis.

Sensing Lumian's gaze, the man smiled and raised the Oat Beer in his hand.

Lumian smiled back, walked all the way to the bar, and ordered a cup of pirate and Sailor's favorite Lenzqi.

After taking a sip of the strong liquor full of malt aroma and burning taste, he did not hide his curiosity, pointed to the nearby Armchair with his chin, lowered his voice, and asked about Bartender:

"That One is?"

Bartender's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked in the same low voice, "You don't know me?"

In his opinion, it seemed surprising that he did not recognize That One.