Different attitudes

Even someone as reserved and calm as Lady. Hella was moved by this... Franca turned her gaze away with a sigh.

At this point, many members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" recovered from their shock and began to express their opinions with excitement and eagerness.

Someone shouted:

"You can't make such a simple judgment about ' Sleeve Sword '!"

Franca immediately yelled back:

Regardless of whether Resurrection Island is the intersection of two worlds, we must find Harrison!

"This is not a conclusion, but a direction for the investigation!"

Someone else shouted:

How can you find someone based on just a name?

"I have his portrait!" Franca replied immediately.

As everyone expressed their expectations, raised questions, and sought answers, a voice, somewhat Loss of Control, shouted out:

"Can't you just live your lives peacefully as they are now?"

Franca looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Men member codenamed "Mole".

After "The Mole" started it, many members followed suit, saying loudly, "I don't want to risk anything for such a small hope anymore."

"Can't you just give up your illusions?"

I have absolutely no interest in going back to the world I used to live in!

"..."

Franca was not surprised by the opposition; she simply sighed to herself.

When there are over a hundred people, they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes...

She responded sincerely, "The search for Harrison and the confirmation of the situation on Resurrection Island are, in principle, voluntary. Those who want to find out the truth about the Transmigration should weigh whether it's worth the risk. Those who are unwilling can continue as before, but please do not prevent others from participating."

"The Mole" and the others were clearly still a little worried that the investigation of Resurrection Island would affect their current lives, but Franca used the "Freedom of Choice" weapon, so they could only grumble and retreat to the edge of the area.

Franca seized the opportunity to add, "At this stage, the investigation of Resurrection Island is limited to intelligence gathering. Do not go searching for it; it's extremely dangerous. We'll discuss whether to go to Resurrection Island and how to get there after we get the key information from Harrison."

"Okay, I'll show you Harrison's portrait now."

Members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society," having now figured out the whole story, erupted in cheers:

"His Sleeve Sword is 1.8 meters tall!"

"' Sleeve Sword ', I love you!"

Praise be to you, ' Sleeve Sword '!

"..."

Franca turned her head to the side, amused.

She was touched by the emotions of these people, and her worries and fears lessened considerably.

She knew that these members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" were not unafraid of the unknown investigation results and the truth that might shatter all expectations, but they had waited too long and longed for too long. Any glimmer of hope would make them temporarily forget their Pain and sorrow, releasing emotions of excitement and joy.

Franca then took a breath, took out Harrison's portrait, and pasted it onto the back of the huge stone chair.

"Let's take turns looking!" Franca called out, and voluntarily left the area where the mottled stone chair was located.

"Do you really think that's the crossroads of two worlds?" Gandalf interrupted Franca, his voice burning with fervor.

Franca gave an awkward smile:

"A guess, just a guess."

Gandalf nodded in satisfaction.

"That's fine; make bold assumptions and verify them carefully."

"What do you think is the relationship between Resurrection Island and our world?" Franca asked Gandalf, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation in her voice.

Gandalf chuckled and said, "I don't have any preconceived conclusions yet; I need more information to study."

Franca glanced around and lowered her voice.

She briefly shared the existence of the "Samaritan Woman Spring," the "Underworld Daoist," and the "Celestial Master" with the Guild Master, Gandalf.

Before attending this gathering, she and Lumian decided to share this information with Gandalf and other members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" with whom they had previously collaborated in the real world—they had only shared it with Hella before.

Gandalf listened attentively and made a judgment:

The relationship between the two worlds may be closer than we thought.

"The idea of Transmigration might have started even earlier."

Before Franca "Sleeve Sword," could respond, the president of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" remarked to himself, "So many things, so many traces, and we've never encountered any of them, while you've run into them so frequently."

This probably requires you to praise the "True Creator"... Franca barely managed to hold back her complaints.

After saying goodbye to the half- Giant "Gandalf," she was blocked by the towering "007."

"We haven't found anyone who looks like Harrison yet," "007" briefly reported on the previous "search" results.

"Perhaps he's no longer in Trier." Franca stopped complaining about the "Purifier '" inefficiency.

She glanced at "007" wearing Lion mask, and asked cautiously, "Would you like to go back to your original world?"

"007" paused for a few seconds and said, "Of course, but I'm afraid everything has changed."

"Although considering that the era in which Emperor Roselle Transmigration was not far removed from ours, if we go back now, we would only miss a few days of life. However, no one has ever gone back, so we cannot give a definite conclusion. Perhaps coming and going are governed by two completely different rules."

Franca also fell silent.

"007" glanced at "Gandalf," who was sitting on the steps, scribbling in a notebook, and asked Franca:

"What did you talk to the president about? I felt he was a bit agitated."

Franca composed herself and then shared what she had told Gandalf with 007 as well.

"007" Angoulême was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't you tell me this information sooner?"

"Is there anything else you haven't said?"

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you really are 007?" Franca joked, only to be met with a "007" glare, and could only laugh awkwardly, "Sometimes, it's not that I don't want to say it, but that it's not appropriate to say it, or I don't have the right to say it."

"I'm not Lumian, you can't just squeeze out bits and pieces like toothpaste. If I could, I would definitely share everything..." Franca added in her mind.

"007" knew that "Sleeve Sword" must have joined some Concealment organization, and he understood her predicament. He took two deep breaths and calmed down.

He muttered to himself, "If you can find so many traces of another world in the Underground Trier, I don't believe that the two major Church that have guarded Trier for over a thousand years haven't made any discoveries."

"Once I become Half-God and Senior Deacon, I should be able to look through that part of the files, right?"

"Yes, yes," Franca nodded in agreement.

In the corner where the "Academy" group was gathering, the "Professor," "Associate Professor," "Principal," "Isotope," and others had all seen the portrait of Harrison that Franca had pasted on the stone bench and were discussing the matter enthusiastically.

Lady with the Periodic Table painted on her face using washable face paint asked those around her:

"If you really find a way back to our world, will you go back?"

The "professor" and "Associate Professor" exchanged a glance and said, "If we could bring our children along and not abandon anyone, we would definitely want to go back."

The "Principal," who appeared to Sanguine, chuckled, "If I could retain my Extraordinary Ability, I'd be willing to go back."

"Isotope," with a fake head on each shoulder and wearing a mannequin headgear, chuckled and said, "I have no one or anything to hold me back. Simple modern life can't replace the sense of accomplishment I gain in this world, so I don't want to go back."

"What about you, ' Muggle '?" "The Periodic Table" asked Lumian, who was quietly listening in.

Lumian paused for a moment, then said in Aurora's tone, "That's what I've been thinking about day and night."

"But I also want to take some close associates and book collectors with me."

After a long exchange, the topics of "going home" and "Resurrection Island" finally lost their momentum. As everyone quieted down, Lumian raised her beautifully curved chin, looked around, and asked, "Does anyone know anyone from the ' Moses Ascetic Order '?"

In an instant, most of the "Academy" group turned their attention to the "Muggle," staring at her rosy lips and fair skin exposed outside her Hood.

"Why are you suddenly asking this question?" the "professor" with the bow tie asked, puzzled.

The "Academy" group has many "Warlock" who have exchanged information about the "Moses Ascetic Order," so she wasn't surprised that "Muggle" knew about this Concealment organization.

Lumian replied with a smile, "I want to send a message to the ' Moses Ascetic Order ': there's a traitor within their ranks."

"Traitor?" "Isotope" and the others were somewhat bewildered.

Lumian didn't answer but asked a question in return:

Have you ever heard of the ' Person in the Mirror '?

According to Lady. Hella's latest statement, the members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" who were able to enter the "Night Kingdom" using Incantation at most have mental problems and harbor Corruption within their bodies. It's unlikely that their life forms have changed without being discovered. Therefore, the possibility of "Person in the Mirror" lurking here can be preliminarily ruled out.

"I've heard of it." The "professor" wearing a black half-face mask nodded solemnly. "It's not uncommon for the original owner to be replaced by their own ' Person in the Mirror,' but no one knows why those ' Person in the Mirror ' appear. Perhaps the Official Beyonder possess the relevant information."

You seem to know quite a bit about the Mysticism World... Lumian's lips curved into a smile.

"I know a ' Person in the Mirror ' named Griffith who replaced the original owner, and his original owner was a member of the ' Moses Ascetic Order.' Of course, Griffith is definitely not the name he used in the ' Moses Ascetic Order.'"

The members of the "Academy" group remained silent, only nodding slightly.

Lumian did not continue the topic.

The professor glanced at her and tentatively asked, "' Muggle,' are you still in Trier?"

"Yes," Lumian replied with a smile.

The "professor" looked around and said, "I'm planning to organize a real-life gathering of Trier members soon. Would you like to attend?"

"Mainly composed of people from our ' Academy ' group."

Lumian's Eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled, saying, "Okay."