The abnormal behavior of the Warlocks

Franca walked to the Full-Length Mirror and put the Silver-White "Lie" ear clip on her left ear.

Her facial skin suddenly became translucent, and it looked as if fleshy buds were growing underneath.

Immediately afterwards, these granulation tissues wriggled Change, then reassembled.

In just twenty or thirty seconds, Franca transformed into Aurora, the person Lumian was impersonating.

After adjusting herself for a while, she smoothed her loose Blond Hair and looked at herself in the mirror, saying, "Aurora is really beautiful... ' Lie ' are amazing; they can actually do this much."

"You've never used ' Lie ' before?" Jenna, standing beside her, asked in confusion.

She remembered that Franca had used it more than once.

Franca chuckled, "It's been too long since I used it, so I'm just reminiscing. Besides, after becoming the ' Pleasure Witch ' and trying to subtly alter my appearance with ' Lie,' I haven't dared to do it again, afraid of falling in love with myself and becoming hopelessly addicted to my own beauty."

"I just did a simple face edit on Aurora, and she looks so beautiful. I wonder how stunning a natural beauty like her would become if she went down the ' Witch ' Pathway. ' Lie ' and ' Witch ', tsk, what a perfect match. It's just too easy to lose track of time. I'd rather live in Lie than face the truth."

Seeing that Franca could still laugh at herself and joke, Jenna secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile, saying, "For us ' Witch,' ' Lie ' are the most delicious poison."

Franca hummed in agreement, then turned back to the Full-Length Mirror and adjusted her height.

Before leaving, she looked at Jenna and asked thoughtfully, "You'll need two or three more good Acting before you can fully digest your ' Witch ' Potion, right?"

"Yes, if we only rely on similar Acting as before, it will take time and practice to accumulate." Jenna knew what Franca was going to say next.

As she often said, she wanted to teach some life lessons—no, lessons about digestion.

Franca, sporting a beautified version of Aurora's face, laughed:

"I think your Acting has always overlooked the Black Magic of ' Witch.' Think about it, isn't Black Magic an important part of all kinds of Witch legends? And a large part of those Witch legends should have been left behind by real ' Witch.'"

"You could try finding Villain, someone who deserves to be hanged, collect his hair and flesh, issue a warning beforehand as Witch, and torture him with Black Magic every day until he dies."

Jenna thought for a moment and said, "We can give it a try."

However, I still hope that you will become the "Pleasure Witch" and things will take a turn for the better... Franca sighed inwardly, but maintained her smile on the surface, pulled up her Hood, walked out of the room, and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

The scheduled offline meeting place is at 6 Bellafore Street in the Boulevard District, a four-story house with a garden. It is a luxurious top-class residence in the wealthy area, but it has always been used for rent, with an annual rent of 15,000 Felkine. It has been occupied by foreign Duke, Banker, diplomats and other dignitaries.

Currently, it has no long-term tenants and has been temporarily rented for a week by the "professor" who organized the gathering.

Passing through the garden lit by Gas Streetlamp and around the fountain with its Statues, Franca arrived briskly at the door of the mansion, where she saw a table with a guestbook on it.

This is the simplest form of identity verification to prevent some Trier from accidentally entering.

Franca quickly recalled Aurora's notes, Imitation the handwriting, and deliberately signed the Vocabulary "Muggle" in a crooked, seemingly evasive manner.

It was as if a gaze was projected from the void, lingering on the sign-in book for two seconds.

Without a sound, the mansion door opened, and Franca stepped inside.

After walking a few steps, she quickly slowed down and carefully recalled what the Muggle "Muggle looked like at various gatherings of the " Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society ".

Franca, who is very professional in this Acting, had dug out the memories buried deep in her mind beforehand through methods such as Dream Divination, and she quickly grasped the essence of Aurora's walk.

She shortened her stride and made her waist appear lighter.

The living room of this villa is decorated with a very homey atmosphere, and the red and yellow accents throughout bring an indescribable sense of warmth.

The seven or eight members of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" who attended the gathering wore the same disguises as they did in "Night Kingdom" to identify themselves. Some sat on the sofa area, drinking and chatting, while others gathered in a corner, playing a dart game.

The "professor," wearing a black butterfly mask, carried a freshly prepared Orange-Yellow Cocktail, left the sofa, and approached Franca.

A smile spread across her pale lips as she said, "Let's chat first, catch up on what's been going on lately, and then we can drink, play board games, sing karaoke, and play cards together, how about that?"

Okay, okay. If offline gatherings are just about trading items and exchanging Mysticism knowledge, without organizing any entertainment, then what's the point of a gathering? One of the reasons Franca was willing to attend this real-world gathering was that she hadn't played with her "fellow countrymen" in a long time—there were some things she wanted to Church Lumian and Jenna, but it was just too much trouble to make them fully understand.

Franca dragged over a Bar Stool and sat down ladylike next to the "professor," casting her gaze on familiar faces like the "Periodic Table" and "Isotope," wondering if any of them were hidden members of the "Moses Ascetic Order."

"' Muggle,' have you settled in Trier?" That One "Academy" member with a Periodic Table painted on his face asked Franca curiously.

Franca toned down her overly energetic side, showing only a hint to fit the typical behavior of a "Muggle," and replied with a smile, "That's how it is for now."

"But given Trier's situation, I don't actually want to live here long-term; I'll probably move out after a while."

She was subtly reminding her fellow countrymen that the metropolis of Trier was fraught with danger, like being built on an Volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Why do you say that?" Sure enough, the "professor" astutely asked the question Franca wanted them to ask.

Franca curved her lips into a smile.

She pointed to the ground:

"I've encountered some things in Underground Trier, and I feel that many great dangers are brewing Underground, and they could erupt at any time."

"For example, ' the Person in the Mirror '?" the professor asked thoughtfully.

Franca nodded gently:

"Right."

She didn't say much, partly because those things were confidential, and partly because even if she did, others might not believe her without concrete evidence.

The "professor," "Isotope," and others fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. The "Associate Professor," who had been playing darts, and others gradually returned to the sofa area, steer the conversation away from the topic.

During the exchange, Franka was much more active than Lumian had been, because she understood many of the code words and knew a lot of things, so she wasn't afraid of making mistakes or missing the point.

The professor glanced at her and said with considerable satisfaction, "It seems you've moved on from being pranked on April Fool's Day's Day and returned to your usual self. You're no longer as silent as you were before, mostly just observing."

Uh... Franca suddenly felt like she had messed things up.

It's not that the disguise as a "Muggle" was poor; on the contrary, it was too good.

If Lumian were to reappear later, the members of the "Academy" group would definitely wonder why she was in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder again.

You can't exactly say you've been hurt again, can you?

Franca's mind raced, and she quickly came up with a reason:

"Actually, I haven't completely moved on yet. Some wounds may never heal in my lifetime. It's just that everyone was chatting happily just now, which made me feel like I was back in the Past."

The "professor" indicated her understanding, and was about to say something more when her face, not hidden by the black butterfly mask, suddenly Distortion, and her eyes bulged out, as if she were enduring great Pain.

She slowly bent over, raised her hands, and gripped her head tightly.

Franca paused for a moment, her gaze quickly sweeping over the others. She noticed that "Associate Professor," "Isotope," and "Periodic Table" also exhibited similar behavior, while only two party members who were not "Warlock" showed no abnormalities.

"Oh right, I'm a ' Warlock ' now too..." Franca Imitation the "professors'" actions while recalling the Pain she suffered during the ascension Ritual, causing her to experience a splitting headache.

After two or three minutes, the "professor" straightened up and slowly exhaled.

The non- Warlock member codenamed "Griffin" asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you guys?"

Just as the question was posed, "Griffin" suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"Is that Evil God, the ' Hidden Sage,' imparting knowledge again?"

The "Associate Professor," wearing a Brownish Yellow Cowhide bag, gave a wry smile and said, "Yes."

"It's Broadcast-Style? I always thought it was one-on-one," Griffin exclaimed in surprise.

"Both possibilities exist." The professor rubbed his head and said to Franca, the "Periodic Table," and the others, "Have you noticed that after that Terrifying Rainstorm, the frequency of the ' Hidden Sage ' imparting knowledge and the frequency of his Broadcast-Style indoctrination have significantly increased?"

"Yes." The Periodic Table nodded with a somewhat solemn tone.

Seeing that all the "Warlock" present agreed with the "professor's" statement, Franca nodded in agreement.

She thought to herself thoughtfully:

Is this anomaly related to the "Celestial Master"?

Did the opening of the seal on Fourth Epoch Trier cause some power to leak out, driving the already insane "Hidden Sage" even crazier?

Franca knew that the Terrifying Rainstorm the "professor" mentioned referred to the brief opening of the Fourth Epoch Trier Seal during the "Hostel" project.