Associations and speculation

Lumian's body tensed up instantly, then relaxed quickly.

He calmly withdrew his gaze from the carriage window, as if he hadn't seen anything.

"What's wrong?" Anthony·Reid looked at Lumian.

Lumian smiled:

"Nothing."

"That smile of yours and your answers always make me think that you are up to something secretly and up to some conspiracy!" Franca, who was sitting opposite, commented in a muttering tone.

Lumian raised the corner of his mouth:

"When you think I'm doing some conspiracy, but I don't do anything, isn't it a conspiracy?"

"Why do you Older Sister always teach you this kind of thing!" Franca criticized "severely".

Jenna glanced at Lumian and didn't ask anything, but just heightened his vigilance.

Four-Wheeled, Four-Seater Hired Carriage returned to Market District White Coat Street. The team members did not leave immediately. According to Lumian's suggestion, they gathered in Apartment of Franca to discuss Buwal's "confession" and Prophecy.

Just as he closed the door, Lumian suddenly said, "Lend me a bedroom."

"Now?" Franca put away his smiling expression.

She heard the seriousness in Lumian's words, and combined with some of the details she had noticed before, she understood that something really happened secretly.

"Yes." Lumian walked to Franca's bedroom and closed the door with his backhand.

Jenna, Franca and Anthony·Reid looked at each other and did not choose to sit down. They each occupied a position in the light of Gas Wall Lamp. They were not too close to each other, nor too far away.

In just three or four minutes, Lumian opened the door of Master Bedroom's room and walked out.

Franca glanced inside and found that the curtains in his bedroom were closed.

Lumian looked around and said with a smile before Franca asked a question, "I will introduce a friend to you, but you need to close Gas Wall Lamp first."

"What kind of friend? You're weird. You won't be able to speak properly after you become 'Conspirer'." Franca mumbled while turning the knob valve located at the bottom of Black Gas Wall Lamp.

Jenna followed and muttered, "He didn't like to talk well before, he always made people feel like he was being 'Provocation'..."

This is not a problem with "Conspirer", it is the characteristics of my Personality and "Hunter" Pathway that produced Chemical Reaction!

Soon, Gas Wall Lamp went out, and the living room became dark. Only the Crimson Moonlight and dim Starlight that penetrated the stratus clouds near the window brought little visibility.

Lumian looked at Glass Window and waited patiently.

Franca is also experienced and asked thoughtfully, "Do I need to open 'Spirit Vision'?"

"It shouldn't be necessary..." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he saw a face reflected on the dark and slightly shiny Glass Window.

The skin on that face was swollen and Pale White moist, and the eyes were empty, leaving only two black holes stained red!

Buwal·Pompairo The disappeared Corpse appears again!

Jenna didn't have much experience with similar situations, so he took a step back in fright and lit up Black Flame in his palm.

"It, it has been following us?" Franca has taken out a Mirror.

"Yes." Lumian said with a relaxed smile, "According to my observation, it needs a very dark environment to appear. As for the circumstances under which it will attack us, it is not clear yet."

"Aren't you worried or nervous? This thing has suffered serious Corruption mutation Corpse. No one knows what terrifying abilities it has." Franca was infected by Lumian's relaxed attitude and did not rush to deal with Buwal·Pompairo who pressed his face against Glass Window. Corpse.

Lumian laughed softly:

"Shouldn't we be happy to see old friends again?"

He paused and explained simply, "I regretted that I didn't have time to prevent Corpse of Buwal from disappearing.

"Although its Prophecy was interrupted, where the Corruption and backlash it suffered came from and what characteristics it had, can itself explain a lot of problems and point to the existence of certain Concealment.

"Isn't this a clue?"

Lumian Just said this, Buwal·Pompairo Swollen Corpse suddenly fell backwards as if he was drowning in water, as if someone was pulling his collar and forcefully pulling him away from the living room window.

Behind him, part of the darkness became thicker and thicker, as if a Cave had opened, leading to an unknown Eerie Tunnel.

The Depths of "Tunnel" is twinkling with stars, extremely far away.

Buwal·Pompairo Corpse, who lost his eyes, fell into the "Tunnel" in an instant, falling faster and faster, getting smaller and smaller, until he completely disappeared and was swallowed up by darkness.

"I just found a helper." Lumian still had a smile on his face.

Even if the four of them work together to deal with Buwal Mutation's Corpse relatively easily, facing the serious Corruption, Lumian on the target, they don't think anyone present can do a careful inspection and identify the source of the problem while ensuring their own safety. They must ask for help. In this case, it is better to find capable people to help from the beginning.

I entered the room to write a letter to "Magician" Lady...Franca suddenly realized it and did not ask any further questions.

Jenna also guessed that it was the Concealment organization codenamed Tarot Cards that took action.

There is Messenger contact between their members!

Anthony·Reid asked thoughtfully, "The next step is to wait for 'Autopsy Report'?"

"Not necessarily, maybe that 'Autopsy Report' is not something we can read." Lumian smiled and sat down at Armchair.

He looked at Anthony·Reid, pointed at Long Sofa, and indicated that the other party could sit down:

"Have you gained anything from investigating 'Dreamseekers'Charitable Organization?"

That is Private Charitable Organization who received a large donation from General Philip's Widow.

Anthony·Reid shook his head:

"No, in the past two months, they have been operating normally without any abnormalities. Perhaps, as you said, Core Member among the Evil God believers have all gone somewhere, and the rest have been told to be at ease recently."

Lumian nodded slightly and turned to look at Franca who had sat on Armchair:

"Do you know the follow-up to 'Bliss Society'?"

"The situation is similar to that of the 'Sinners' organization. They eliminated several Core Member, but the two most important ones seemed to have disappeared, and they should have gone to that place." Franca said about the information he obtained from Blanche·Soren.

They refer to the Witch Sect.

That place...Lumian leaned back against the back of the sofa, his mind racing with thoughts, looking for possible clues.

Finally, his thoughts settled on Prophecy made by Buwal·Pompairo Corpse:

"Room 7, Room 12... where could it be?"

Anthony·Reid said thoughtfully, "If it were a private house, there would not be such a division.

"This sounds a lot like Apartment."

"And Hotel." Franca added.

Hotel...Hotel...Lumian's eyes suddenly widened, and a Lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating a detail that he had not thought was a problem before.

After he and Franca killed Core Member Beatrice·Ankoul of "Bliss Society", they found a note from the other party's body, which read:

"Within three days, go to Hostel to pick up the painting."

Isn't Hostel just a lower-level Hotel? Isn't it normal to have Room 7 and Room 12? Lumian's ideas instantly became clear.

At the time, he thought the note belonged to Beatrice pretending to be Art Dealer Teresa, is the receipt for the latter's purchase of a painting, and now it seems that the note should belong to Beatrice, "Bliss Society" Core Member, and it is likely to be "Bliss Society" High Priest who lives in Hostel Passed by Hibel, asking Beatrice to take away a painting!

"Hostel..." Lumian said this term.

That's where Trier went to in large numbers Evil God Gift-Bearers?

Franca, who heard Lumian ask about Teresa, also remembered the contents of the note.

She was a little excited and asked Lumian:

"Vazan Sanson and Pualis went to the place code-named 'Hostel'?"

"We still need to confirm." Lumian answered slowly and then asked faster, "Is that Art Dealer Teresa back?"

After he found the note, he asked Blanche·Soren. According to this Witch Sect member, That One Art Dealer was led to Saint-Milon, the capital of the Feysac Empire, by a business deal, so Beatrice could pretend to be her without any influence.

"You should be back, it's been so long." Franca replied uncertainly.

She later paid little attention to the whereabouts of an ordinary Art Dealer.

"What Hostel? What Art Dealer?" Jenna became more and more confused the more he listened, so he had to ask.

Franca briefly explained, without mentioning Blanche·Soren, attributing this to an operation against "Bliss Society".

"The problem now is that even if 'Hostel' is really a place where Evil God believers gather, we don't know what it specifically refers to and where it is." Anthony·Reid said carefully.

Lumian exhaled slowly and said with a smile, "It's better than having no direction."

He immediately said to Franca, "Tomorrow I will ask where the real Art Dealer Teresa lives. I want to visit her and confirm whether the note is hers or Beatrice's."

"Okay." Franca was quite positive.

On the one hand, she wanted to take the opportunity to urge Blanche·Soren to ask when the assessment period would end. On the other hand, she wanted to make her own contribution to stopping Calamity.

When she played games before Transmigration, most of the time she would choose the plot line of saving humanity. Only when she got tired of playing, would she try new tricks.

Hey, the phrase Witch and stop Calamity don't go together well... Franca sighed in his heart.

Lumian looked at Anthony·Reid again, thought for a while and said, "Since they are all peaceful, we can only be restless."

"What do you mean?" Anthony·Reid probably guessed what Lumian was thinking and started to confirm with rhetorical questions.

Lumian smiles again:

"Just arrest Widow from General Philip and True Controller from 'Dreamseekers' Charitable Organization!"