Burning at the stake

Looking at Chazot Rabbit, who was increasingly resembling Gehrman Sparrow, Jenna asked cautiously, "What do you need this time?"

Is it one of the later volumes of "The Great Adventurer," or something else?

In other words, not many people know that she is Messenger, Chazot Rabbit delivers messages very infrequently; otherwise, Jenna would have to consider giving her other knowledge by now.

Chazot Rabbit, with his paws holding Pistol Revolver hanging limply, said in a thoughtful tone, "Give me a pair of boxing gloves that Rabbit can wear."

"What kind of request is this?" Lumian chuckled. "I don't recall Gehrman Sparrow ever wearing boxing gloves."

This Imitation doesn't fit the Persona at all!

"Yes, but Gehrman Sparrow has ' Flame ' Danitz, and I need Danitz of my own. I want to develop one within our clan," Chazot Rabbit explained earnestly. "Danitz has gauntlets."

For a moment, Franca, Jenna, and Lumian were all at a loss for words.

After several seconds, Jenna nodded and said, "I will order one for you."

"Hmm, according to the size of the Knowledge Rabbit, not yours?"

"Yes." Chazot Rabbit raised his right hand with satisfaction and blew on the muzzle of the small Revolver.

However, this action is not applicable to the current scenario... Franca discovered that Chazot Rabbit is still just a Knowledge Rabbit that has not fully grown up, and is still in the stage of Imitation and repeating many kinds of knowledge, without truly mastering them.

Under the cover of night, only a few Candle streetlights illuminated the Banaam Harbor. The pirates were all holed up in Bar and other places, either drinking heavily or embracing women in their rooms upstairs, indulging in pleasures they couldn't get on the ship.

With the departure of the "Newins" and the disappearance of the unknown adventurer, the pirates gradually forgot about the matter. After all, everyone else was the one who felt ashamed, and no one would laugh at them.

As pirates, they might die in Storm, be robbed, or fight amongst themselves on their next voyage. Worrying about the past is pointless; indulging in the present is the only option.

Of course, they would also discuss the strength of the unknown adventurer, what exactly happened inside the "Newins," and why the "Deep Sea Admiral" fled in panic.

"I think that adventurer is waiting for the ' Deep Sea Admiral '!"

"Does he want to emulate the great work of Gehrman Sparrow?"

"Pah, you son of a bitch! What do you mean by a great cause? We're pirates!"

"He succeeded, but not completely? He defeated the ' Deep Sea Admiral,' but let the enemy escape?"

"Does he possess strength approaching that of kings?"

"What's going on on this Sea? Every now and then, a few incredibly skilled adventurers appear! There was one named Louis Berri before."

"..."

Mason, not dressed as a pirate, mingled in several Bar, listening to the pirates discuss what had happened earlier, hoping they would start arguing and fight on the spot.

On his way to the next Bar, Mason turned into a quieter alley and saw Daoist standing ahead, as if waiting for him.

The figure had black hair and blue eyes, with deep features and a handsome appearance. He was clearly the unknown adventurer who Provocation all the pirates in Banaam Harbor a few days ago, forcing the "Deep Sea Admiral" to flee in a sorry state.

Mason suddenly heard his heart pounding and blurted out, "I'm not a pirate!"

Lumian strolled forward, smiling, and said, "I have a task Commission you."

Hearing this, Mason felt much more at ease. He carefully replied, "How can I help you? I'm not sure if my abilities are sufficient to meet your needs."

He feared that while completing the Commission might seem simple, it would cause immense trouble afterward—once the other party truly left, he might be torn to pieces by the pirates.

Lumian stated directly, "It's a very simple and very Concealment task: keep an eye on the situation in Banaam Harbor. As soon as you see the ' Newins ' arrive again, or discover the whereabouts of ' The Great White Shark ' Jörg and his men, immediately summon my Messenger."

Upon hearing the Vocabulary "Messenger," Mason suddenly had a thought.

He recalled his previous Commission:

He performed Ritual and summoned a terrible Messenger!

Mason, barely able to contain his Change, asked with a hint of fear, "You, you are Lumian Lee, sir?"

The master of that terrifying Messenger?

"Not bad at all," Lumian replied dismissively.

Mason immediately connected the dots of what had happened in the past few days:

Was the real purpose of that Commission to bring Lumian Lee to Banaam Harbor?

Lumian Lee's objective is to deal with "Deep Sea Admiral" Hal Constantine, is this in connection with the "Lost Newins"?

My spiritual intuition at the time was partly accurate; the Ritual of summoning the Messenger did bring something bad to Banaam Harbor, though it didn't escalate into Calamity...

Lumian then added, "The reward is 5,000 Felkine."

The mission is indeed simple, and normally the pirates won't discover that I lured Lumian Lee. The reward is also quite generous... If I don't agree, what will happen to me once they know the details of the mission...? Mason weighed the options for a dozen seconds and said, "No problem, I think I can handle this Commission."

Lumian nodded slightly, paid a deposit of 1,000 Felkine, and turned to leave the quiet alley.

After watching his figure disappear into the darkness, Mason silently repeated his name:

"Lumian Lee, Lumian Lee..."

Mason finally remembered where he had heard the name before; he had seen the wanted poster for the person on a ship!

The wanted poster states that Lumian Lee is a survivor of Evil God Ritual that led to the complete destruction of a village and that he was severely Corruption the Evil God.

Trier, Prison District, Rouvois General Execution Ground.

Two days after returning to Trier, Franca, feeling ready to ascend to the rank of "Witch of Pain," decided to quickly hold the Ritual to enter Sequence 5.

--The clue "007" gave about the "Person in the Mirror" came from the Mineralogist of That One "Trier Cave Association". The "Purifier" originally planned to investigate all the Mineralogist in that association, but one of them mysteriously disappeared before they arrived. However, someone recently encountered her in Underground Trier, and she is suspected to be Jasmine, the Mineralogist who is the "Person in the Mirror" Palia.

Franca gazed at the Stake and sighed, "When I became a ' Witch,' I wondered if one day I'd be tied to it and burned at the Stake. Who knew I'd have to tie myself up there without anyone else doing it?"

As she spoke, she took out the brownish-red wooden briefcase given to her by the "Black Witch" Clarisse from the "Traveler’s Bag" and unlocked the metal clasp.

Next, she took out a Red Wine, broke the crystal-clear ice containing the Potion- related ingredients, and poured the blood of the Flower-Faced Bat and the blood of the Patient into the glass. They were both dark red, and after being mixed together, they even showed signs of turning black.

Then, Franca placed in the head of the Flower-Faced Bat, the gallbladder and tail tip of the Two-Tailed Black Snake, and 10 drops of Blue Zhen Eucalyptus Oil that she had prepared.

As these ingredients were added, the dark red to almost black blood in the cup quickly turned Pitch-Black, with disgusting green foam occasionally rising to the surface.

"It's like filling a glass with untreated wastewater from the Sewer," Lumian aptly remarked.

"Damn it, stop talking!" Franca felt more and more disgusted the more she looked at the "Witch of Pain's " Potion.

She handed the Potion to Lumian first, then nimbly leaped onto the Stake and, with Jenna's help, quickly bound herself.

During this process, Franca muttered to herself, "Damn, this feels weird..."

She took a few seconds to compose herself, then nodded to Lumian and said, "That's fine."

Lumian then handed the "Pain" Potion to Jenna and extended his right palm forward.

Clusters of Reddish White Flames flew out and landed on Franca. Franca immediately felt pain and her body instinctively tried to dodge and shrink back, but she was firmly bound by ropes.

Jenna quickly jumped to her side, grabbing the rope with one hand and bringing the "Pain" Potion to her lips with the other.

Franca forced herself to gulp down the Pitch-Black, greenish Potion that resembled a collection of Pathogens.

Whether it was from the burning Flames or the effects of the Potion, her head quickly became hot, and her mind became confused due to the high temperature.

She couldn't help but recall those past Pleasure, including not only what she herself had experienced, but also the various responses from those she Pleasure.

At this moment, Franca was both the giver and the receiver Pleasure Pleasure, her body and soul completely immersed in Pleasure, like a pool of spring water about to overflow.

Her thoughts were drifting, her will was sinking, and she was losing herself in intense Pleasure.

However, the Pain that accompanied those Pleasure kept her somewhat lucid: the inner resistance and mental turmoil she felt with Gardner Martin, the emotional distance she experienced with Jenna —as if she could never truly achieve Fusion of body and soul...

The excruciating pain from the Flames burning her body was like invisible threads, tugging at her ego and pulling at her consciousness, making her like a kite, swaying in a lost Storm, not completely out of control.

As she swayed, Franca instinctively cursed inwardly:

Damn, it hurts so much, it really hurts!

Is this Ritual meant to kill me?

Cough, cough, cough! Hot smoke is getting into my trachea and lungs, it feels so awful, am I going to die...?

Damn, now I can say I smell amazing, the aroma of food, the aroma of Grilled Meat...

Lumian, Jenna, and Anthony stood before the Stake, watching Franca's body gradually turn black, her expression Distortion until it lost all beauty.

They, along with Lugano, whom they had specifically sought out to provide medical assistance at any time, unknowingly became a little restless, unable to resist letting their imaginations run wild and developing a certain restlessness.

Faced with this horrifying and terrifying scene, they were overcome by inappropriate lust.

Fortunately, it's not serious; I can bear it.

Several dozen seconds later, the crimson Flames Burning on Franca's body suddenly turned Pitch-Black, then turned into crystalline ice shards, which fell off piece by piece.

This was accompanied by charred skin, and after the charred skin was peeled away, Franca's Rebirth, fair, and tender skin, as if it were moistened with a layer of Waterlight, was revealed.

Even with the patience of an "Ascetic," Lumian instinctively looked away.