"Intercontinental Travel"

Ludwig had finished his Redfish Hot Beef Pie. He squatted down in front of a bench, took out a Fountain Pen and a Homework Notebook from his red hard-sided schoolbag, and began to write his reflections on the meal with focused concentration.

Lumian, watching from the shadows, curled his lip in disapproval.

"They say they're afraid, but their bodies instinctively repeat the habits they developed in the Church of Knowledge..."

"If there weren't so many exams and studies, you might have become a qualified believer in the ' God of Knowledge and Wisdom ' by now..."

Lumian mocked Ludwig while surveying the surrounding citizens.

His gaze passed over the young man quietly reading a book in the Café diagonally opposite, and over the middle-aged and elderly scholars who stood at the crossroads but never Past, only observing the pedestrians and carriages passing by, before landing on the Painter who had set up his easel under the Intis Plane Trees and was Cavern sketching the street scene.

Lumian left the shadows, took a few steps, and came up behind the Painter, peeking out at his work just like the other passersby.

The painting was ordinary; he was unaware of the existence of extraordinary power.

Lumian continued walking forward, inwardly sighing:

"He does seem to be a normal Painter, but his mental state is a bit off..."

"Is this the Painter from Trier? Sometimes he looks more like a cultist than Evil God Evil God himself..."

"Alas, in Trier, it's incredibly difficult to identify Evil God based on unusual behavior. To paraphrase Franca, many citizens are in remarkably beautiful mental states... In this matter, the existence of the Fourth Epoch Trier and the overall seal bear half the responsibility, and they themselves bear the other half..."

As Lumian pondered this, he saw a completely naked man walking towards him. The only cloth covering him was a black top hat, which sat in front of his lower abdomen.

The man walked with his head held high and chest out, looking around with pride, not at all embarrassed about his current image, as if he had done something very worthy of pride.

After passing Lumian by seven or eight meters, he suddenly felt a burn on his palm.

He instinctively withdrew his hand and saw his black top hat Burning into Crimson Flames, slowly falling to the ground.

He lost his last piece of cover.

Lumian, who had turned his back to him and continued walking, silently moved his lips:

"You're welcome. Let me show off even more thoroughly."

"You dare to run around naked with such a small amount of food? Next time, I'll give you a free tour of the New Silver City."

Lumian put his hands in his pockets, stepped into the shadows, and turned his attention back to Ludwig.

He had been following them for a long time, but still hadn't found anyone who seemed to be a follower of the "Devouring Whirlpool".

However, considering that since meeting Ludwig, this little boy had never Aggregation any followers of the Pathway Evil God, Lumian suspected that the seal on him must have some kind of limitation. Otherwise, if such an Evil God Angel were to run around like this, who knows how many Mysticism Calamity he would have caused long ago.

"There might be another reason. Many of the Gifted of the Evil God ' gifts, even if they gain Divinity, can usually disguise themselves as normal humans as long as they don't Loss of Control or Half-Mad. But the ' Devouring Whirlpool ' might not be able to do that. Ludwig hasn't even recovered to the ' Depriver ' yet, and he can still eat that much in one meal. Even if the corresponding Sequence 4 Half-God don't go all out, their appetites would definitely alarm the members of the ' Purifier ' and ' Machinery Hivemind '..."

"Never mind, the main goal is to ' Domestication ' Ludwig anyway. Luring out the other believers of the ' Devouring Whirlpool ' is just a side idea. It doesn't matter if they don't..." Lumian had been watching for so long and hadn't noticed any citizens eating abnormally.

After receiving Franca's second letter, Lumian arrived at Apartment 702, 9 Orosei Street.

Jenna arrived two or three minutes earlier than him, still wearing Vampire makeup and a conservative Black Dress.

Lumian glanced at Jenna, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Upon seeing this, Jenna immediately raised her chin slightly and said, "Are you trying to laugh at how I look now?"

Lumian chuckled, "I just remembered a joke. There was once a Duke, in order to whiten his skin, listened to the advice of a quack doctor and took pills containing Arsenic for a long time. He did succeed in improving his skin color, but he also suffered a side effect: he died."

"Where did you see that joke?" Jenna asked curiously.

"The magazine * Grimace *, and shortly before I saw that joke, a guest at the Golden Rooster Inn told me that slapping your face makes your complexion rosy and healthy, which helps you find a job." Lumian chuckled. "You Coarse Hair should read more books and magazines, don't be illiterate, or you'll be looked down upon by the Clergy of the Church of Knowledge."

I just told you to behave normally and wait for your chance to speak, not to keep making sarcastic remarks... Jenna suddenly felt a little itchy:

"Do you think I'm like you, someone who didn't even finish Compulsory Education..."

At this point, Jenna paused.

At this moment, Franca, who had been secretly writing something around the Coffee Table, stood up and said, "You two, don't delay the important matter."

Having learned from the second letter that Harrison, the Resurrection Island Visitor, had reappeared, and that Franca wanted to take Amandina to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman Spring" as soon as possible, Lumian nodded slightly and said, "I've basically recovered."

"So fast..." Franca was a little surprised.

Jenna's gaze briefly shifted away before returning to Lumian, and she nodded gently, saying, "Yes, faster than I expected."

Lumian clicked his tongue:

Isn't this a good thing?

"We can ask Amandina for her opinion now."

"Mmm." Franca excitedly reached for the "Ice Talisman."

Before Lumian arrived, he had burned the Independent Space containing "Black Tear" for more than half an hour. He then took out this Level 1 Sealed Artifact:

"Use this one, it won't consume any attempts."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the Full-Length Mirror in the living room, the Glass Window letting in the night light, and the decorations with metallic surfaces.

Using the Mirror Magic of "Black Tear," he didn't notice anything unusual about the Mirror Object, nor did he sense any gazes directed at him and the others from within them.

He then tossed the "Black Tear" to Franca and nodded slightly, indicating that the "Black Witch" was probably not watching them at the moment.

"I've written down everything I want to tell Amandina, so she won't overhear..." Franca put on "Black Tear," held the letter in her hand, covered it with Black Flame, and pressed it into the glass surface of the Full-Length Mirror in the living room.

She had to act quickly and finish this before the Negative Effect of "Black Tear" took hold!

Southern Continent, Matani Province, Port Pylos.

Amandina lit the Gas Wall Lamp, sat at her Desk, and once again began to look at That One Mysticism materials provided by Lady. Franca.

Each time she reads this knowledge, she feels genuine surprise, respect, longing, and fear.

In the past two or three weeks, she met with several acquaintances from the Patrol Team and attended two Occult Gathering. She discovered that the Mysticism knowledge Recording this document was unknown to the vast majority of Beyonder, regardless of whether it belonged to the government or not.

"What a gift..." Amandina had just made this remark when she noticed that the Dressing Mirror, a gift from Lady Franca, which had been placed to the side, had become Gloom and glistened with Waterlight.

In the Waterlight, one by one, Intisian emerged:

"I am Franca, Lumian has returned."

"He asked me to inquire when you plan to arrive in Trier, and he will take you to the area where that Daoist might appear..."

Louis Berri is back in Trier... Amandina thought for a few seconds, then said to herself in the Mirror, "Tonight is fine."

She had originally planned to see no one tonight and focus on learning the rest of her Mysticism knowledge.

She had already instructed her Maid to lock the bedroom door from the inside.

As soon as Amandina answered, Franca's slightly hurried voice came from inside the Mirror:

"Handle your hand on the Mirror."

Amandina, a little nervous yet full of anticipation and curiosity, reached her hand towards the surface of the Dressing Mirror.

She felt that the hard, cold glass had lost its substance, like a layer of water without temperature.

Amandina's right palm passed right through the glass mirror, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from within.

She was suddenly pulled in, falling into a Gloom and empty Tunnel, heading towards the end of the Whirlpool.

Future Amandina could react, she felt dizzy.

When she regained her senses, she found herself standing in a small living room, opposite Lady. Franca, whom she had met before.

This Lady was just as beautiful as last time, and because the distance was now closer and there was no Mirror to obstruct the view, her Charm was noticeably enhanced, making Amandina, a Women herself, feel a little embarrassed to look at her for too long, yet unable to resist looking again and again.

As Amandina's gaze shifted, she saw a beautiful Women with a Paleness face and bright red lips, exuding a youthful charm. She saw Lumian Lee sitting on Armchair, wearing a shirt and jacket, with her right leg crossed over her left.

Are all the women around this guy this beautiful? He seems to have gotten even more handsome... Amandina suddenly felt a little inferior about her appearance.

She immediately looked around, examining this unfamiliar place.

Franca quickly removed the "Black Tear" and tossed it back to Lumian.

"How amazing..." Amandina finally came to her senses, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "Did I get here through the Mirror? Is this Trier?"

Lumian tucked the "Black Tear" back into its Independent Space within the "Traveler's Bag," and corrected with a smile, "It's from the Mirror World."

"The Mirror World..." Amandina murmured, "Then, is there any way for me to travel to different places through the Mirror World, just like you do?"

Lumian scoffed:

"Don't you know that non-adjacent Pathway cannot be interchanged? Don't you know about the existence of Mystical Item?"

As he spoke, Lumian stood up and walked towards the door:

"Let's go now."

"Aren't they going?" Amandina pointed to Franca and Jenna.

She hadn't even had a chance to exchange pleasantries!

"No need." Lumian opened the door.