"Piety"

Inviting me to join your team without conducting a background check or verifying my abilities? Isn't that a bit too hasty? As Mr. The Fool's Divine Emissary, are you really that confident in your abilities? Lumian couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself.

He looked at "Flame" Danitz and responded with a smile:

"No."

"Flame" Danitz gave a rising "hmm," indicating both doubt and a final confirmation.

Lumian put his right hand in his pocket, his smile unchanged, and said, "Not interested."

Are you kidding me? If I joined your team, how would I complete the "Tarot Club" mission?

This requires you to negotiate with the "Magician" Lady!

Danitz narrowed his deep blue but bright eyes slightly, and his entire demeanor instantly became sharp.

This made Lumian feel as if he were standing in front of a spear or with a gun pointed at his forehead, causing him to have an uncontrollable sense of Danger Premonition and fear.

He didn't look away, calmly meeting "Flame" Danitz's gaze as if confronting a apex predator.

After a brief, frozen silence, "Flame" Danitz smiled:

"Not bad, your will is quite firm, and you have enough courage. I admire you more and more."

Having said that, the former Great Pirate, now Divine Emissary as "The Fool," turned and walked towards the brightly lit streets in the distance.

"With confidence comes unwavering resolve..." Lumian muttered silently, pulling his right hand out of his pocket.

He had a Tarot Cards between his thumb and forefinger.

Tarot Cards belonging to the "Seven of Wands"!

Although he couldn't understand "Flame" Danitz's behavior of randomly recruiting people, he was still quite happy to have met the Divine Emissary "The Fool".

This demonstrates that the Church of the Fool wields considerable power in Trier.

After leaving Lavigny Docks, Lumian took Public Carriage to the Boulevard District, walked to No. 19 Schell Street, and met Mr. K in the Underground of the headquarters building of The Spiritism Magazine Agency.

The Divine Emissary of the "Aurora Order" remained seated in the Red-Backed Chair, his face hidden in the deep shadow cast by the black Hood.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "How's it going with winning Gardner Martin's trust?"

Lumian replied calmly, "I have already joined the Iron and Blood Cross Order."

Mr. K fell silent for a moment, then after several seconds asked, "How did you gain Gardner Martin's trust? How did he test you? And how did you pass the test?"

This Divine Emissary from the "Aurora Order" changed his usual demeanor and asked three questions in one go.

Lumian laughed and said, "Actually, you don't need to gain Gardner Martin's trust; joining the Iron and Blood Cross Order itself will bring loyalty."

Upon hearing this, Mr. K, who had been leaning back in his chair, sat up straight, and the shadows in the Basement seemed to come alive, wriggling almost imperceptibly.

Given his level of understanding and knowledge, it wasn't difficult for him to discern the underlying meaning in Lumian's earlier statement.

And that could very well be equated with danger:

Lumian has truly become a member of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" and has pledged his allegiance to them. This time, he brought along some of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order's" strongest members to report on the mission!

Lumian smiled, ignoring the immense pressure emanating from Mr. K, and began by telling Gardner Martin that he had become Sequence 7 "Pyromaniac," continuing to the Night-Watch Segment at No. 13 Market Avenue and the formal initiation Ritual.

He didn't hide the fact that he went to the Underground transaction and was terrified by the Monster created by "Supervisor" Olsen, causing him to flee in panic.

By the end, Mr. K had stood up, his voice trembling with excitement as he repeatedly confirmed various details about Lumian's location at inside No. 13 Market Avenue.

Knowing that he had recited the Honorific Name of that That One at the crucial moment and received the divine revelation of "no response," Mr. K burst into maniacal laughter:

"Hahaha, indeed, Devout is the only way out!"

The hooded Hood Robe Divine Emissary laughed more and more exaggeratedly, his voice echoing in the Basement, causing Lumian's eardrums to vibrate noticeably, and making him smell the salty, metallic scent of blood.

Hahaha! Hahaha!

Mr. K laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up; his body was almost bent over.

He made no further attempt to conceal his condition; the entire Basement seemed shrouded in shadow, and he was the source of danger standing behind that shadow.

After a moment, Mr. K ignored Lumian's presence, knelt down, lowered his body, and began to pray almost silently, as if thanking the Creator of everything, the all-knowing and all-powerful God.

Lumian controlled the twitching at the corner of his mouth. Before heading to Lavigny Docks, he set up Ritual to pray to Mr. The Fool for Angel Protection. He then praised the "True Creator" of the Aurora Order and made the Cross on his chest in the order of up, down, left, and right.

After the sudden, Devout prayer, Mr. K stood up and said in a fervent tone, "This is all the the Lord's arrangement; He brought you here to join us."

"That depends on who you're referring to..." Lumian muttered with amusement, while humbly replying:

Everything He proclaims will come true.

This is one of the religious terms taught by Mr. K to the "Aurora Order." Lumian had always used it as Sermon phrase to describe the power of That One Deity, and thought it seemed quite fitting to use it in the current conversation.

Mr. K, wearing Hood, nodded in satisfaction:

"I had previously arranged for people to approach several members of the ' Iron and Blood Cross Order ' who had been exposed, but they all eventually lost contact with me, stopped reporting to me, and even brought me considerable danger."

"Now I understand why they failed: they weren't Devout enough! When faced with danger and Corruption, they didn't even think to recite the Honorific Name of our Lord and ask for His Protection!"

"And in the crucial moment, you only had my Lord in your mind, which is the Devout I admire most."

"This is the only reason you were able to successfully join the ' Iron and Blood Cross Order ' without being Corruption!"

With only the Deity of faith left in his mind... wouldn't that affect his intelligence? Lumian looked at Mr. K, gaining a deeper understanding of his state, his spirit, and his way of thinking.

Mr. K paced back and forth in front of Lumian, his voice still tinged with excitement:

"Based on the intelligence you relayed back, I have some guesses about the reasons for the problems with the ' Iron and Blood Cross Order,' and I have a completely new understanding of their current state and what they want to do."

"The task I gave you is now half complete. Next, you need to slowly investigate the Source of the anomaly and the book, as well as the exact timeline and roadmap of how they instigated the Riot."

"If they find a way, or rather a passage, into Fourth Epoch Trier, you must find a way to inform me as soon as possible. We cannot let them succeed."

At this point, Mr. K pondered for a few seconds and said, "My first choice is to take out my finger and light it. As long as the environment isn't unusual, I can sense it and roughly understand what's causing it."

"If that doesn't work, pray to my Lord immediately, just like this time."

"Okay," Lumian agreed.

He might have to try to contact the "Magician" Lady then, so he'll be very busy.

After explaining the follow-up tasks, Mr. K looked at Lumian and said in a friendly tone, "Now that you've completed half of the mission and relayed crucial intelligence, I can't be stingy with the reward. Tell me, what do you want?"

"I want a Mystical Item that's a bit eerie. If that's not available, something with Beyonder Characteristic will do. I'll find an ' Artisan ' to make it myself." Lumian didn't stand on ceremony at all.

Mr. K chuckled softly, "This is what you deserve."

"Come back in three days, and I'll give you a few options, or I can give you what I think is best for you."

"Thank you, Mr. K," Lumian said sincerely.

This is far more generous than the Iron and Blood Cross Order!

"You should thank God, not me," Mr. K replied in a chuckled voice.

Lumian, rather helplessly, made the Cross again:

"Praise be to you, praise be to you who created everything, praise be to you who bear the sins of the world."

Mr. K also joined in praising That One "True Creator," concluding with, "It's a pity that our ' Aurora Order ' doesn't have the concept of Godfather Godson, otherwise I would be very willing to perform your baptism again."

Why do so many people express their admiration by wanting to be someone else's father? Lumian chuckled.

Lumian was in a good mood after receiving Mr. K's promise. After returning to the Golden Rooster Inn, he went straight to the Basement Bar, where he ordered a unique lemon liqueur. While chatting with people, he watched with amusement as Charlie returned and jumped onto the small round table to spread various rumors.

At the same time, intermittent singing and rhythmic clapping of hands could be heard from the surrounding area.

This lively atmosphere continued until the early hours of the morning, when the customers, who still had to work at dawn, returned to their accommodations.

Lumian spends her days making choices in places like Room 207, feels she's been sleeping at the Golden Rooster Inn too often lately and decides to balance things out by heading to the Breeze Ballroom.

He had just left the Golden Rooster Inn and walked a dozen meters along the Messy Street with few Gas Streetlamp when a figure emerged from the darkness ahead.

The figure was no shorter Lumian, with broad shoulders and a robust build. He wore Linen Shirt and Brown Jacket, and a wide-brimmed Brownish Yellow hat.

His hair was grayish, his Eyes were dark, and his skin was covered with thick hair, giving him a wild and beautiful appearance.

After stopping Lumian, the man, whose exact age could not be determined from his appearance, slightly raised his chin and said, "You are Charles Dubois?"

"You dare call me by my name?" Lumian had intended to respond like that, but finding the other party's intentions unclear and somewhat Pride, she decided to pretend instead.

He asked warily, "Who are you?"

The man remained unmoved and did not answer, but coldly asked again, "Tell me, who is the Boss of your Savoie Gang?"