Blood-soaked bread

Some of the Trier citizens who were watching were quite curious and asked the people next to them about the reason, while others continued to watch the excitement with great interest. This made it impossible for Lumian to tell who was appreciating the results of his prank and who was simply having fun.

This is the folk custom of Trier. Lumian thinks it should be changed to Susie Lady, such a powerful and Sequence-higher "Psychiatrist", can't tell who is Source among the onlookers who are booing, mocking, and deliberately loudly suggesting the direction of Error, or who is the real passerby who is in such an atmosphere that he can give full play to himself.

Although Lumian had expected this situation, he still couldn't help but sigh:

"You Trier people..."

No wonder the "April Fool's Day" group likes to meet privately here, it's like fish back in the water.

Lumian gave up observing and randomly picked a middle-aged man who was soaking his rye Bread with the blood left by the executed prisoner. He waited until the man ran to an exit in Rouvois General Execution Ground and followed him quietly.

After arriving at a secluded alley where no one was crowded with Barricades, Lumian took a few steps around to the front and blocked the middle-aged man wearing shabby Linen Shirt.

He raised his left palm, which was still tied, and asked with the attitude of Gang members looking down at ordinary people, "What are you holding?"

The middle-aged man with short black hair and a thin face answered timidly, "Yes, it's Bread stained with the blood of a condemned prisoner."

"What can this be used for?" Lumian acted like a curious, passing Gang Thug.

The middle-aged man showed obvious fear:

"Yes, it can cure diseases."

"Who told you that it can cure diseases?" This is the key point that Lumian wants to ask.

The middle-aged man replied in a daze, "I heard from Guillaume on the street next door. He said that his coworker's child got better after eating this Human Blood Bread."

The child of the neighbor's coworker on the next street...Lumian feels that this is no different from rumors. It is not easy to find Source.

He looked at the middle-aged man holding Human Blood Bread and asked thoughtfully, "Is someone in your family sick?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man instantly became depressed, with a hint of Pain.

He looked at the Human Blood Bread in his hand and felt hopeful again.

Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said, "What did Doctor say?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looked at Human Blood Bread and said, "He said it can't be cured, and I don't have the money to cure it..."

Lumian didn't ask any more specific questions, silently turned his body sideways, and allowed the middle-aged man to hold the blood-stained Bread and walk around Barricades, Transmigration into this secluded alley.

He slowly returned to Rouvois General Execution Ground and found that the "market" had not yet dispersed. Many citizens took this opportunity to have a picnic, sing, dance, and have a simple party.

Lumian huddled behind the trees on the edge of the rammed earth Square, sitting in the shadow, silently staring at the people coming and going.

As time passed, the "bazaar" in Execution Ground gradually became deserted, and Sun had sunk to the junction of the sky and the earth, and the surrounding environment became quite dim.

Lumian hid in the dark and watched the citizens leaving one by one and the vendors, but did not find any suspicious targets.

When the dark night really came, Rouvois General Execution Ground was already empty, only Crimson Moonlight was left shining, Lumian slowly stood up, ready to leave.

Suddenly, he saw a black shadow climb over the side fence and sneak into Execution Ground quickly.

Lumian stopped moving and leaned deeper into the shadow of the trees.

The black figure was tall and thin, wearing a top hat. He came directly to the area where the condemned prisoners had just been shot, squatted down, stretched out his hands, and dug up the soil soaked with some of the blood.

"Is this someone who believes that the blood of executed prisoners can be used to cure diseases? This movement, this speed, is like Beyonder..." Lumian silently watched the dark figure busy.

Not long after, a tall, thin black figure wearing a top hat stood up holding a pile of Bloodstained Soil.

He did not leave Luwa Execution Ground immediately, but walked towards Depths and came to the gallows.

The black shadow buried Bloodstained Soil under the gallows. With the help of Crimson Moonlight, he could distinguish the plants growing there, as if he was looking for something.

Chaillot Town, inside Red House Café with a bright Mushrooms canopy roof.

Franca, who had black hair and brown eyes and was dressed in Hunting Attire, ordered coarse salted Red Wine beef, French fries, Feysac egg pancakes and quail soup with a few slices of ham for dinner.

She had a great time chatting with several Lady this afternoon, and felt the longing and desire flowing in their eyes.

At the same time, she felt that someone was secretly observing her, so she stayed until night.

By the time Franca had almost finished dinner, a woman came down from the second floor.

That is "Witch" who followed Franca last time. Today she is naturally wearing a waterfall-like Orange-Red Long Hair, wearing a white men's shirt, brown overalls and Deep Brown short boots, showing a perfectly proportioned figure, a delicate and clean appearance, and a pure temperament with a bit of wildness.

Without any hesitation, the woman who was suspected to be a member of the Witch Sect walked straight towards Franca, pulled out a chair and sat across from her.

Franca deliberately looked at the appearance and figure of this "Witch" with Men's directional eyes, and watched her sit down with a smile, waiting for her to speak.

"Why are you here again?" The orange-red-haired "Witch" looked at Franca with a scrutinizing gaze.

Franca smiled slightly and said, "Château Wine is my favorite wine. The scenery and atmosphere here are also very good."

Seeing Orange-Red Long Hair's "Witch" look in disbelief, Franca smiled and added, "Besides, I heard..."

She lowered her voice and said in an ambiguous tone, "Here is Women's Revelry Party."

Orange-Red Long Hair's "Witch" eyes suddenly became faint:

"Who did you listen to?"

Franca looked at the face of "Witch" across from him and said deliberately, "I met a nymphomaniac before. He wanted to sneak attack me, but I solved him. He said he was a hetushu• com·com is a peripheral member of an organization called 'Bliss Society', and Core Member of this organization likes women of the same sex, and they are trying to find ways to contact Red House Café Women's Revelry Party and Participant plan to recruit them into the association."

Franca is not sure whether Witch Sect has cooperated with "Bliss Society". After all, it is not impossible for organizations that believe in Evil God to unite to a certain extent, just like Hugues Artois Subordinate has many Evil God believers. Therefore, she deliberately "confession" to observe the reaction of the person opposite.

As she spoke, she prepared herself for a surprise attack.

The expression of Orange-Red Long Hair's "Witch" is slightly different from Change's, obviously a little more solemn.

The hostility and defensiveness hidden in her eyes were partly gone, but there was undisguised rejection.

Oh, are you treating Women's Revelry Party's Participant as your own Lover, and don't want me, who may have been a man, to get involved? Franca unconsciously said Imitation's tone to Lumian, and joked in his heart.

She initially determined that the other party had not heard of "Bliss Society" before, but had noticed some signs.

"Witch" opposite was lost in memories, as if looking for possible problems.

After more than ten seconds, she subconsciously lifted the hanging Orange-Red Long Hair and asked cautiously, "Are you here to track down 'Bliss Society', or do you want to join the happy party?"

Franca laughed, attracting the instinctive attention of the surrounding customers and making them look surprised.

"Both." Franca looked at That One "Witch"'s orange-red eyes and said, "In comparison, I would rather attend a happy party. How can people like us resist such a party, don't you think?"

She pointed out that she had discovered that the other party was also "Witch" and was suspected to have transformed from Men "Assassin".

Franca is also hinting that he was originally Men, lest the other party suddenly take action.

"Witch", who was dressed as a man, was obviously a little resistant, but he was attracted by Franca's appearance and temperament, and remained silent without answering.

Franca leaned forward slightly and asked in a manly tone, "How should I call you?"

"Witch" hesitated for a moment and replied dully, "Blanche·Soren, what about you?"

Soren... Another one from the Sauron Family? Franca suddenly thought that Lumian's recent "Iron and Blood Cross Order" mission was to contact Sauron Family.

She did not hide her real name and said with a smile, "Franca·Roland."

Blanche·Soren breathed out silently and said, "Our party attaches great importance to everyone's privacy and safety. People with problems cannot be allowed to join. If you are really eager, you must accept our review."

Franca didn't care at all. He played with the buttons of his shirt and asked with a smile, "So, where do we start the review?"

Prison District, Rouvois General Execution Ground.

Under Crimson Moonlight, a tall, thin figure wearing a top hat dug out several handfuls of weeds from the ground corresponding to the gallows.

The roots of those weeds shone red like blood, looking particularly eerie in the moonlight.

The tall and thin figure has a straight nose, fair skin, neatly combed medium-long black hair, rare red eyes, and a feminine and handsome appearance.

Wearing a white shirt, a red bow tie, and a black formal suit, the tall and thin figure looked happily at the strange weeds in his hands, and was about to stand up and leave Execution Ground.

At this moment, a slightly curious Men voice sounded in his ears:

"What are you digging for?"

The tall and thin figure squatting under the gallows raised his head in shock, and found that there was an unknown figure in front of him looking down at him from a high position.

The figure had Blond Hair, blue Eyes like lake water, a white shirt simply paired with a black vest, looking young and refreshing.

Why was he able to get close to me without my senses? I didn't smell any smell at all, and didn't notice any movement at all! The tall and thin figure was frightened and scared at the same time.