Pursuit

Upon seeing that strange Golden Strange Lamp, Lumian, Franca, and Jenna all felt a jolt of surprise and formed a bold guess:

Could that be the "0-05" "Wishing Lamp"?

Yes, the Pumpkin Carriage is one of the symbols of the "Hermit" Lady in the Major Arcana, and she has a close relationship with Bernadette, the leader of the "Dawn of the Elements," the Eldest Daughter of Emperor Roselle, and the master of "0-05." It's not impossible that she borrowed the "Wishing Lamp" to use...

In a flash, they heard Anthony say respectfully, "Good evening, Lady ' Magician,' Lady ' Judgement.'"

Lumian and the others then came to their senses and returned the greeting.

"This is Lady ' The Hermit '," the Magician introduced briefly.

After Lumian and the others finished their greetings, the Lady in the Ivory, gold-embroidered, high-necked Long Dress produced a bottle of dark red wine from thin air, inside an old, round glass bottle, and said to Franca, "Lend me that Cufflink, and you can go home and rest now."

Dealing with the "Supervisor" of That One "School of Truth" would inevitably be a battle at the Half-God level, something Lumian and the others couldn't get involved in.

Franca had no intention of forcing herself to participate and handed the glass-like button to the "Magician" Lady.

The "Magician" Lady then handed her the bottle of wine, which contained only a thin layer of dark red liquid.

"This is a Mystical Item. Drinking it will restore your physical strength and spiritual energy, but remember, you can only drink it once a day. Don't become a drunkard!"

One more sip and you'll instantly become a drunkard? Franca and the others instantly understood the true meaning of Lady "Magician's " last piece of advice.

Seeing that there was only about a sip of dark red wine in the bottle, Franca turned to the side, preparing to hand the old, round glass bottle to Lumian.

He was the one who expended the most spiritual energy.

The "Magician" Lady rubbed the "Mirror Buckle" between her fingers and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you won't be able to finish it. Its name is 'The Never-Ending Wine'."

So that's how it is... With an open mind, Franca unscrewed the thin metal cap and gulped down the pale layer of dark red wine.

The slightly bitter and sweet alcoholic liquid slid down her throat, and she felt instantly refreshed, as if she had just had a good sleep and hadn't fought with Moran Avignon.

At the same time, she saw strands of dark red liquid seeping out from the bottom of the old glass bottle, forming a thin layer of wine.

"Truly inexhaustible..." Franca remarked, handing the old glass flask to Lumian.

She had only stretched her hand halfway when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

She subconsciously changed direction, intending to let Jenna drink first.

But then she thought about it again and realized that this was even more wrong!

Because we'll definitely have to give Lumian some later!

"Never mind, those of us from the martial world don't concern ourselves with such formalities..." Franca muttered in her native language.

She then ran her finger around the mouth of the bottle and successfully saw a small amount of white frost forming there.

As the white frost fell naturally, Franca gave the "inexhaustible wine" to Jenna.

Jenna drank the dark red wine, Imitation her actions, and then handed it to Lumian.

Franca breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Lumian paid no attention to the two Witch ' actions; he was more concerned with the unusual behavior displayed Lady Lady "Hermit" and the "Magician."

The former's Eyes, obscured by lenses, appeared extremely deep and unfocused, a blank expanse, as if gazing at nothing in the distance. The latter, on the other hand, was surrounded by countless dazzling points of light, as if the Starry Sky had been shrunk and brought to the ground.

Before dealing with important matters, should one Divination or Prophecy? Lumian, as if enlightened, took the old glass bottle and gulped down the dark red wine inside.

His spirituality was quickly restored, as if he had experienced the arrival of Six in the Morning.

Of course, the portion of spirituality he had used up and Accumulation beforehand did not "return."

Phew, Lumian's spiritual deficiency anxiety has been cured.

After Anthony drank the "inexhaustible wine" and returned the Mystical Item to the "Magician" Lady, a Gloom light, tinged with Starlight, flew out from within the "Mirror Buckle" and fell into the eyes of the holder of That One Major Arcana.

The "Magician" Lady made the "Mirror Buckle" fly towards Franca on its own, while she stretched out her hands, grabbed the void, and pulled it sharply to both sides.

Without a sound, the void was torn apart like a transparent film, revealing one after another of the Gloom and ethereal passages that formed a spiderweb.

This is the Mirror World in the conventional sense.

Without relying on Mirror, the "Magician" directly opened the Phantom Gate to the Mirror World!

Is this the higher level of power of the "Apprentice" Pathway? As Lumian and the others marveled to themselves, the "Magician" Lady turned her gaze to the "Hermit" Lady beside her.

The "Hermit," clad in a purple Robe, now held a bright, unrealistic Ball of Yarn in his right hand, and Entanglement the end of the yarn around the strangely shaped, Golden lamp.

Then, the holder of the Major Arcana threw the bright, illusory Ball of Yarn into the Phantom Gate opened by the "Magician," into the Gloom, empty Tunnel of the Mirror World.

The Ball of Yarn rolled into one of the tunnels on its own and quickly disappeared into the Depths, leaving only the thread connecting it to the Golden Strange Lamp as a marker of its trajectory.

The Magician immediately led the Hermit and the Judgement into the Mirror World, chasing after the Ball of Yarn.

After their figures disappeared into the Mirror World, the void that had been forcibly torn open quickly closed.

"I think I've heard the story of that Ball of Yarn, but I can't remember what it's called..." Franca muttered again.

Lumian turned his gaze back to Moran Avignon's Corpse.

"You want to take him back for your Godson to eat?" Franca said disdainfully. "Forget about whether Ludwig should or shouldn't eat people; the flesh and blood of this ' Person in the Mirror ' will gradually turn back into Mirror Fragments. Do you want Ludwig to eat a mouthful of glass shards?"

Lumian shook his head:

"I'm thinking, should I take Moran Avignon's Vanity Mirror with me?"

After walking along the brightly colored yarn for a while, the three Major Arcana holders arrived at a country Villa corresponding to the Mirror's coordinates and saw the target Mirror placed on the Desk.

That was also a Vanity Mirror mirror.

They didn't stop, chasing after the Ball of Yarn, wandering through the Spirit World.

In just two or three seconds, they returned to reality and saw the bright, illusory Ball of Yarn resting inside a gloomy, dark Church without any Deity symbols.

Beneath the Church's Dome, one human being after another was suspended in mid-air, swaying gently in the wind.

Among the humans were elderly people, teenagers, gentlemen wearing Medium-Height Silk Top Hat, beautiful Lady in vintage dresses, tall and imposing Giant like giants, and bodies covered in sticky, fish-like scales...

What they all had in common was that their eyes were tightly closed, and they were suspended by invisible ropes, like Corpse that had been hanged.

Depths the Church, on a wooden black-backed chair sat a man in his thirties with ordinary features and dark hair. His aura and soul were both familiar and strange to the "Magician".

She felt familiar because she recognized him as Loki, the leader of "April Fool's Day ' Day" who had been forced to use up his Resurrection chances; she felt unfamiliar because he was tainted with a strange aura.

At this moment, a blurry, almost painted Women figure stood beside Loki, his eyes Pitch-Black, like the surface of a lake in the dark of night.

He looked at the "Magician," the "Hermit," and the "Judgement," and smiled, saying, "Thanks to you all, I have found a glimmer of hope for my return."

Before Loki could finish speaking, the Corpse suspended in mid-air simultaneously opened their eyes.

Those eyes were all Pitch-Black.

Inside the Quarry Cavern with a fixed entrance to the Mirror World.

"Take Moran Avignon's Vanity Mirror?" Jenna repeated Lumian's words, then suddenly realized, "You want to see if any other ' Person in the Mirror ' tried to contact him before news of Moran Avignon's mysterious disappearance spread?"

"Waiting is a virtue," Lumian replied with a smile.

For a "Hunter," this is an essential quality.

He bent down and took the Vanity Mirror from the pocket of Moran Avignon's Corpse.

Just then, the Vanity Mirror popped open.

It opened by itself!

On the palm-sized glass mirror, Gloom light surged forth, instantly filling the dimly lit Cavern of the Quarry.

The next second, Lumian, Franca, and the others saw Daoist quickly emerge next to the fixed entrance to the Mirror World on the surface of the protruding rock.

She was a Women with black hair and brown eyes, and a beautiful face. She wore a long, bright red Long Dress with layers of embroidery and lots of lace, which exposed a large expanse of her snow-white skin on the cold winter day. She had a friendly smile on her face.

Perle?

That One famous Courtesan from Trier, Perle Stage Actor from the Kingdom of Loen?

Lumian was both shocked and bewildered, never expecting to be here, in this environment, face to face with this flamboyant Courtesan.

Franca, Jenna, and Anthony all share a similar psychedelic, unreal quality.

Almost simultaneously, Lumian recalled two facts related to Perle:

When he first went to observe Moran Avignon, Perle was having a rendezvous with his new Lover in the annex Restaurant of that grand Hotel;

All Courtesan are textbook examples of Broker, political Broker!

Based on these two points, Lumian made a guess:

Could Perle also be a member of the "School of Truth"?

Could she be That One "Supervisor" directly under Yebus, Half-God- level Evil God Gift-Bearers?

If that's the case, where did the "Magician" Lady and her team go, and who were they tracking?

Escape! We must escape immediately!

At this moment, Perle looked at Lumian and the others, and with a smile on his lips, uttered the "Word of Order":

"Your crimes have not yet been punished!"