Scattered sparks

Mummy Ashes... Lumian immediately thought of the "Highland Secret Potions" shop in Lapis City.

The term "Mummy" originated from the ancient Highland Kingdom and had its own specific ancient Highland word, which was translated by Emperor Roselle as "Mummy."

In other words, the most authentic and oldest Mummy are all from Stars Plateau, which is also the largest "originating place" of Mummy Ashes.

Franca became more and more excited as she spoke:

"Why are the men of Trier so obsessed with things that can enhance 'that' kind of ability? They'd even eat Mummy Ashes! It's making it impossible for those who actually need it to buy the real thing!"

"Many Women in Trier also love it and hope their husbands and Lover can perform better in bed." Lumian, having read the related reports, asked Franca with some curiosity, "Does it really work?"

Franca scoffed:

"Powder made from Corpse using special techniques can't think of any other effect besides causing disease. Well, its use in the realm of the Mysticism is another matter."

"Think about it, Trier is full of fake Mummy Ashes right now, and they're eating them happily, unable to tell the difference between real and fake?"

"There are many Herbs with similar effects, but once you add the label of Mummy Ashes, the price can increase several times over. Who wouldn't do that?"

"Don't overestimate the conscience of those merchants. I've heard people complain about this at many Occult Gathering: grinding dead Rat bones into powder, adding Herbs, and selling it as Mummy Ashes."

"I just... well, back when I didn't have Extraordinary Ability and was still working hard, I saw Café Boss using chicory to make fake coffee. Later, he couldn't even bear to use chicory anymore, collecting coffee grounds, animal bile, and even brick dust and coal ash to substitute. Believe me, if you've ever been to the kitchen of some Restaurant or Café, you'd want to hang the Boss. Those snail shells were used again and again, constantly scavenged from the garbage dump, stuffed into ingredients, and served to new customers..."

Franca rambled on and on, venting her frustration that counterfeit products were hindering her extraordinary career.

After she finished speaking, Lumian asked as if to confirm, "Have you finished digesting your ' Witch ' Potion?"

"That was a long time ago. Have you seen me Acting a ' Witch ' since then?" Franca replied, her mood returning to normal, with a hint of pride.

Lumian thoughtfully changed the subject:

"You seem to look down on the ' Rose School ' for creating terrorist incidents in the Northern Continent, even mocking them for hindering the people of the Southern Continent from resisting colonization? I don't quite understand your logic. Shouldn't people who are bullied resist and retaliate?"

"Yes, if it's just for the thrill of revenge, for a moment of pleasure, then there's absolutely no problem with doing it." Franca walked to the window of Lumian's bedroom, gazing at the Dock and Yard obscured by buildings, her gaze unfocused as she said, "But if the intention is to lead the people of the Southern Continent to expel the colonists, such actions will only have the opposite effect. A philosopher from my Homeland once said that a king cannot rashly send troops out of anger. Resisting colonization is such a serious and difficult matter, and it should not become a dumping ground for venting emotions."

Seeing that Lumian was still puzzled, Franca pointed out the window:

"There are many workers and laborers there. They work hard every day, sleep in rooms full of Bedbug, and it is already very difficult for them to support their families. Are they colonists? Did they profit from the colonies? Yes, their jobs may have come from colonial trade. But without colonies and in the normal state of trade, would they lose their jobs? I don't think so. The most likely scenario is that they will still have a job that barely supports them, while the Boss will lose their excess profits."

"They have their own demands, a tendency to change the current society, and often join various marches and protests by the citizens of Trier, expressing strong dissatisfaction with the government."

"There are many people like this in Trier, some of whom are sympathetic to the colonized people of the Southern Continent for various reasons."

"A philosopher from my Homeland once said that when we do things, we must distinguish who our friends are and who our enemies are. The ' Rose School ' creates all kinds of terrorist incidents, which will only push those who sympathize with the colonized and those who are also resisting the government to the opposite side, making themselves the target of the rulers' hatred in order to bridge internal contradictions. This is harmful and not helpful to the cause of the people of the Southern Continent resisting colonization."

"That One philosopher-king even forbade his intelligence agents from carrying out assassinations, retaliations, let alone creating terrorist incidents."

Franca snapped out of her reverie, her Eyes sparkling, and added, "As long as we can find more friends, isolate the enemy to the greatest extent possible, and ignite that tiny spark, even the smallest and most scattered Flames can eventually set the entire field ablaze!"

Who are our friends, who are our enemies...? Find allies, isolate enemies...? Even the smallest, most scattered Flames can ignite an entire field... Even the smallest, most scattered Flames can ignite an entire field... Lumian felt shaken, as if his vision had been suddenly opened, repeatedly chewing on Franca's words.

The last sentence, in particular, gave him a completely new understanding of "Pyromaniac," and his first Acting Principle became clear.

After a dozen seconds, Lumian nodded solemnly:

"I now agree with you. The ' Rose School ' committing terrorist acts is a very foolish act, a decision made after their minds were filled with desire. Well, as a follower of the ' Mother Tree of Desire,' this is quite normal."

Franca pursed her lips:

"If the ' Rose School ' focused on assassinating colonial generals, Member of Parliament, and high-ranking government officials, or on sabotaging battleships, arsenals, and Factory, I wouldn't necessarily laugh at them. But every now and then they want to hold blood sacrifices, wanting to kill large numbers of people indiscriminately. I don't want to become one of these Madman ' Sacrifice someday."

"This is a classic case of pushing sympathizers to the opposite side," Lumian commented aptly.

Franca reiterated with a disdainful tone, "These Madman not only practice blood sacrifices in the Northern Continent's countries, but also in the Southern Continent, wherever they can exert influence. They frequently turn villages into deserted wastelands. I think the people of the Southern Continent are burdened not only by the mountain of colonizers, but also by the ' Rose School '."

Lumian nodded slightly and said, "I was just taken by That One Lady to the Stars Plateau, where we encountered a merchant selling Mummy. Should I apply to go again and get you some real Mummy Ashes?"

"That One Lady..." Franca suddenly realized, but didn't press further. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Not for now. Trier just has a lot of fakes, but that doesn't mean there aren't any real ones. Let's try looking first, and if all else fails, we'll go to the Southern Continent."

"But I hope you can advance to Sequence 6 within a week and become the ' Pleasure Witch '," Lumian said frankly.

"Huh?" Franca was completely confused.

Who exactly is getting promoted?

Lumian didn't hide anything and said directly, "A Prophecy told me that Guillaume Béné will appear in the Red Princess District next week. I want to find him and capture him, and this requires the help of more friends. The Boss has already agreed to help me find him. The stronger you are, the higher our chances of successfully capturing Guillaume Béné will be."

"You little rascal, you're putting what you've just learned to use," Franca said with amusement. "You really don't treat me like an outsider anymore, making requests without even asking if I'd like to help."

"Isn't that a question?" Lumian replied with a smile.

Franca hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's wait a few more days. If we still haven't found real Mummy Ashes, we'll go to the Southern Continent to look for them. Didn't I tell you? Try not to trouble the Major Arcana Major Arcana you can avoid it."

"Okay." Lumian actually had a similar view, but he didn't want to miss any opportunity to take advantage of others. Otherwise, asking "The Magician" Lady help to deal with Guillaume Béné would have been the best option.

Subordinates who lack the ability to handle problems independently and only know how to bother their superiors will eventually be abandoned!

Furthermore, the internal principle of the Tarot Club is "Equivalent Exchange." What kind of price should be paid for asking Major Arcana holder of Half-God level status for help?

After chatting for a while, Franca, who was about to leave, glanced out the window and suddenly said, "Although Gardner Martin already knows the situation and has made preparations, you can't be careless. You can't place all your hopes on him. The ' Rose School ' is a very old and Concealment organization, and it certainly has all sorts of abilities."

Why bring this up all of a sudden...? Lumian paused for a moment, then replied cooperatively, "Our Boss is at least a ' Conspirer,' secretly setting countless traps just waiting for the ' Rose School ' to come."

The two talked about this topic as they left the bedroom and entered the hallway.

Only then did Franca lower her voice and say, "I felt something was off about your window glass just now. I suspect there's a ' Wraith ' inside."

The "Wraith" of the "Rose School"? Franca discovered something unusual through the "Witch's " mastery of Mirror? Lumian's mind tensed instantly, but he nodded slightly as if discussing an extremely ordinary topic.

He watched as Franca turned into the Café and left the Breeze Ballroom before walking out of the aisle and sitting down in her usual spot to drink her rich coffee.

A full hour passed before Lumian relaxed a little, sensing that the "Wraith" had left, and shifted his focus of observation and observation to his Boss Gardner Martin, and potential traps.

For the next few days, Lumian remained in this rather suspicious state, occasionally feeling that there were eyes watching him from inside the Glass Window of his room and in the Washroom Mirror, but nothing happened.

Finally, the day arrived when Mr. K promised to give him the reward.

As Lumian descended the stairs of the Golden Rooster Inn, he encountered a strange Women.

She wore Lake-Blue Long Dress, her brown hair was naturally loose, her brown eyes had a unique elusive quality, her appearance was above average, her cheeks were full, and her temperament was detached.

As Lumian passed by the Receptionist, he casually asked Fels. Fells:

"Was That One young lady a new tenant?"

The slightly overweight Mrs. Fels smiled ingratiatingly.

"No, it's Miss Safali, who lives in Room 309. She went to a seaside town with a Painter to work as a nude Mannequin and only returned today."

"How enviable! Her job allows her to go on beach vacations."

The Mannequin? Lumian nodded, walked out of the Golden Rooster Inn, and took Public Carriage to the Boulevard District.