A leisurely week

In the damp Execution Ground, with a light drizzle falling, Lumian watched the Crimson Flames gradually shrink before his eyes, and saw tiny Colorless Transparent Mucus seeping from the Corpse. It swirled around the charred and cracked body of "I Have a Friend," attempting to burrow into the head through the empty Eye Sockets and merge with some kind of organ.

Crimson Fire Raven materialized around Lumian, rushing head to tail before the slime could reach through his Blood-Colored Eyes.

Rumble!

"I Have a Friend's" head exploded from the inside out, shattering into pieces, with Gray-White Gelatinous Substance splattered everywhere.

The Colorless Transparent Mucus, having lost its binding agent, could only coagulate on its own, eventually forming a viscous, gel-like Gelatinous Substance.

The Gelatinous Substance fell with a thud to the ground beneath the Stake, and from a distance, it looked like a Mirror with no fixed shape, reflecting everything around it.

Lumian Past and, amidst the scorching air and flickering Flames, bent down to pick up the colorless Gelatinous Substance that must be the Beyonder Characteristic property of a "Hypnotist".

He stared into the Depths of the Gelatinous Substance and discovered tiny, transparent bubbles that reflected Sunlight from different angles, displaying different colors.

Putting away this Beyonder Characteristic, Lumian turned around and left the Stake.

Behind him, the remaining Flames were still Burning, tearing at the charred Corpse.

As the light shifted, Lumian's figure vanished from the Rouvois General Execution Ground.

Market District, No. 3 White Coat Street, inside Apartment 601.

Lumian had returned to his original form with the help of the "Lie" ear clip, rubbed his temples and said to Franca, "It's all taken care of. It's a very suitable form of burning at the stake for someone like him."

"Unfortunately, he worships the Celestial Worthy. Even if he does nothing, he is a hidden danger, a ticking time bomb. Otherwise, I would have let him live on with his Frontal Lobe removed and his eyesight gone."

"That's good." Franca breathed a sigh of relief.

She actually had some regrets. If it weren't for the fact that "I Have a Friend" had gone mad and believed in "Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth," who was suspected of causing their group to Transmigration, she really wanted to communicate with his spirit and ask him for the Potion Formula for Sequence 9 to Sequence 6 and even Sequence 5 of the "Spectator" Pathway. However, after weighing the options repeatedly, she gave up on this dangerous plan.

Lumian glanced at the open door of the guest room:

Where is Jenna?

"She went to the Old Pigeon Cage," Franca mocked Lumian. "She's much more diligent than you when it comes to digesting Potion."

Lumian replied thoughtfully, "After unleashing the Flames within and actually using Flames in battle and to carry out executions, I've digested quite a bit of my ' Pyromaniac ' Potion. At this rate, if I can summarize new Acting Principle, I should be able to fully digest it in another two months."

He didn't continue the topic, instead saying, "I plan to pass on the Beyonder Characteristic of ' I Have a Friend ' to Lady ' The Magician.' Without her and the ' Tarot Club's ' help, we either wouldn't have been able to find our target, or we would Loss of Control during the first attack."

"No problem." Franca didn't mind at all. "These Beyonder Characteristic of a follower of Evil God are something I wouldn't dare to handle without being processed by High-Ranking Being. And don't even think about owing me anything; dealing with ' I Have a Friend ' is also a need of the ' Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society '."

Lumian didn't stand on ceremony any longer. He saw Franca return to her bedroom, change into White Shirt adorned with lace Flowers and fitted beige trousers, looking ready to go out.

"Where are you going?" he asked casually.

Franca replied irritably, "I've been so busy with all the things you've caused lately that I haven't had a chance to have Pleasure. Now that it's finally over, I should at least enjoy myself, right? I suggest you behave yourself for the next few days!"

Lumian watched with amusement as the "Pleasure Witch" put on her boots and went out the door.

With a bang as the door slammed shut, he, who had originally planned to return to the Golden Rooster Inn to write a letter to the "Magician" Lady, simply found Paper and Pen on the spot and wrote down everything that "I Have a Friend" had told him.

Then, he neatly folded the Paper and placed the Beyonder Characteristic "Hypnotist" attribute from "I Have a Friend" on top of it.

As the "Doll" Messenger was summoned, Lumian patiently waited.

Not long after, the "Doll" Messenger returned with the clump of transparent Gelatinous Substance and the square-folded Paper.

In her reply, Lady "Magician" wrote, "This is a public task of the ' Tarot Club,' so there's no need to pay us. You can keep it yourself. I've already cleared away the part of the Corruption that I could."

"We will mobilize all available resources to search for the remaining five ' April Fool's Day ' members, but we currently lack effective leads. The pranks mentioned in the intelligence report Past too long ago."

Lumian read it in silence, letting the Crimson Flames devour the Paper in his hand.

He desperately wanted to "Teleportation" directly to the Gaia Province in Feynapotter and the western part of the Southern Continent of West Balam to personally search for the problematic "April Fool's April Fool's Day" group members, including the "Wandering Poet." However, he also knew that this would be pointless; without sufficient intelligence or clues, it would be like trying to retrieve a dropped silver needle from the Sea.

We can't always rely on That One little boy eating Ice Cream for good luck, can we?

They could only wait until the "Tarot Club" found some useful clues before proceeding... Right now, the only thing they could trace was the publisher of the underground book, "The Secret Records of Emperor Roselle." If only they had met the real author, "The Wandering Poet"... Lumian felt a mix of disappointment and relief.

He planned to take his time with the Beyonder Characteristic of a "Hypnotist," searching for a suitable Artisan while waiting for Anthony Reid to investigate the matter of General Philip's Widow.

If That One "Psychiatrist" can achieve something and eventually cure his psychological problems, Lumian wouldn't mind selling him his Beyonder Characteristic "Hypnotist" traits, and splitting the proceeds with Franca.

If a suitable Artisan had been found beforehand, Lumian would have designated the Mystical Item he created as public property, which Franca and Jenna could use freely.

After placing the "Hypnotist" Beyonder Characteristic into Hidden Pocket in his clothes, Lumian let out a breath and leaned back in his dining chair.

Only then did he hear his stomach rumbling and feel the familiar hunger.

He had been busy with Interrogation, executions, and writing letters since he woke up at six in the morning, completely forgetting that he needed to have breakfast.

"Honestly, leaving me here all alone, as if this is my home..." Lumian grumbled as she got up and went into the Apartment's kitchen, intending to see if there was anything to eat and just grab something quick.

His gaze swept across the room and he spotted a few potatoes.

Lumian paused for a few seconds, then rolled up his shirt sleeves, put on the apron hanging beside him, and skillfully peeled, washed, and shredded the potatoes.

Next, following the procedure, he lit the fire, heated the pan, poured in oil, stir-fried until fragrant, added the shredded Shredded Potatoes and stir-fried continuously, added the appropriate seasonings and then took it off the heat.

After finishing that dish, Lumian toasted two more slices of bread and poured a glass of Milk.

He sat down at the table, sandwiched the Shredded Potatoes between two slices of toast, and slowly began to nibble on them, occasionally taking a sip of Milk.

Outside the window, the drizzle has stopped, and the Sunlight is shining brightly.

For the next week, Lumian was not busy and waited patiently for the mental trauma left by the two recent battles to heal, while looking for various opportunities to Acting of "Pyromaniac" and slowly digest the Potion.

During this process, he also took the time to report to Mr. K on his recent work and the newly discovered Evil God organization.

The Savoie Gang members at Breeze Ballroom were all surprised that their Boss had appeared for five or six consecutive days, staying for a long time each time. Compared to before when they couldn't find him at all, he was so dedicated that it was as if he had become a fake.

Charlie was equally surprised that Charles went to the Basement Bar every night to drink, prank this person, and mock that person, and he himself was undoubtedly the biggest victim.

Just as Franca was feeling a bit empty from her Pleasure and wanted to go back to the Red House Café in Chaillot Town to hint to Blanche Soren not to forget to scrutinize her, Hella's Pure-Silver-Like Skull sent notices of a special gathering to Apartment 601 at No. 3 White Coat Street and Lumian's abandoned Safe House on White Coat Street.

Lumian hadn't been to that Safe House for a while, and he wouldn't have known about the letter if Franca hadn't specifically asked him about it after receiving it.

Many members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" are like this; they have a fixed place to send and receive mail, but they don't live there. They just go there periodically to avoid being found directly by "Hella".

They do have a certain level of safety awareness when it comes to these details.

Lumian arrived at the abandoned Safe House on White Coat Street, unfolded the letter, and saw it read, "' Muggle ':

"There's a special gathering tonight at 10 PM. We need to discuss something very important, something that concerns everyone's safety."

At night, three minutes before ten o'clock, Lumian chanted the Incantation containing Concealment power in the Safe House on Nightingale Street.

He then felt himself enter a state similar to Slumber, leaving him with the impression that his body was being erased by an eraser.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained his senses and once again found himself inside the Ancient Palace surrounded by the misty town.

By this time, hundreds of members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" had arrived, and figures were still rapidly taking shape.

After passing through a scene resembling a large Masquerade, Lumian, who had transformed into Aurora using "Lie" and was dressed in Warlock's Black Robe and wearing a half-face mask, arrived at the "Academy" group.

He glanced around but didn't see That One member nicknamed "Peter Pettigrew".

The "professor," wearing a black butterfly mask, a bow-tie shirt, and a dark long coat, was standing next to a man of medium height and thin build, with a Brownish Yellow Cowhide file bag over his head.

That was her husband, an "Associate Professor."

The "professor" looked at Lumian and asked curiously:

Do you know what happened? Why is there a special gathering?

Lumian, Acting the role of "Muggle" Aurora, smirked and sighed, "Because there was a traitor."

"Traitor..." The members of the "Academy" group, including the "Professor," repeated the word.

At that moment, Gandalf, the chairman of the Guild, dressed in a simple Robe and wearing Hood, resembling a half- Giant, and Hella, the Vice President dressed as the Black Widow and with her face covered, walked together to the huge stone chair Depths the Ancient Palace.