Suspicious details

Shatas Franca quickly scrutinized That One woman's face and her ears, which were barely visible beneath her glossy black hair.

According to information provided by the Major Arcana, Shatas, who currently lives in the same house as Mr. The Fool, is Ancient Elf in reality. Her boyfriend, Mobet, is a viscount of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch and a member of the Zoroast Family. Both of them have been dead for many years.

Franca quickly averted her gaze, making sure that Shatas didn't notice she was observing her.

This is the professional quality of an "Assassin".

As for her blatant staring earlier, she wasn't worried about arousing suspicion at all. Shatas's act of kicking the thief away made everyone around her look at her.

Franca lowered her voice and said to Lumian and the others, "Her ears are slightly pointed, and her facial features match those of the local residents; it should be Shatas."

Damn, could the ancestors of the Elven Race really Transmigrator? Apart from a few very minor details, Shatas's impersonation of a local in this city is flawless!

She really wanted to talk to Shatas!

Lumian glanced at Ludwig, who was gnawing on the end of his chopsticks, and said thoughtfully, "Could Shatas be That One Celestial Worthy? Or perhaps, a subordinate of That One Celestial Worthy's Beyonder?"

"..." Franca and Jenna were both stunned by the question.

"It doesn't seem like it..." Franca resisted the urge to look at Shatas again.

Jenna for a moment and said, "The Shatas in the Dream must be a mannequin woven from Mr. ' The Fool's ' subconscious based on his memories."

"The dummy could also be That One Celestial Worthy, or it could be being used by That One Celestial Worthy." Lumian smiled.

For some reason, seeing his smile made Franca and Jenna's hearts beat a little faster. They felt that this guy's Men image had lost some of its usual dashing charm, but gained a bit more handsomeness, and his smile was like Sunlight on his face.

Oh right, although Lumian is still Men in his subconscious, the "Potion's " modifications to his body have long been recognized and remembered by his subconscious. Without involving gender identity, the "Witch" Pathway's enhancement of appearance and Charm will definitely manifest in his Dream... What do you call this, "witch man"? Franca first realized, then mentally complained.

Lumian continued, "Shatas is one of the people closest to Mr. ' The Fool, ' living in another room of the same Rented Apartment. Why couldn't such a person be That One Celestial Worthy? Why couldn't she be controlled by That One Celestial Worthy in some way, becoming His Marionette and being used by Him?"

The closer someone gets to Mr. The Fool, the more suspicious they are.

"Yes." Anthony rarely offered his opinion, "The information Divine Emissary that Shatas and Mobet were merely the ' Angel of Redemption ' of Mr. ' The Fool,' their earthly incarnations. That One Great Adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, had contact with them, and they are already dead. To Mr. ' The Fool,' they are neither important nor special. Why are they the two who share a room with Mr. ' The Fool ' and are so close to him, instead of other dummies, such as the figures corresponding to certain Major Arcana in dreams?"

"It is indeed suspicious." Franca and Jenna both nodded slowly.

Lumian then added, "What I mainly want to emphasize is that at this stage, observation is the primary focus, with analysis of the data and collected information as secondary. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not contact Mr. ' The Fool the Fool,' and try to avoid contact with anyone around him. The closer someone is to Mr. ' The Fool,' the more you should avoid them."

"But if we don't make contact, how can we conduct further investigations, determine the identity of the Celestial Worthy, and gradually awaken Mr. ' The Fool '?" Franca asked.

Lumian smiled and said, "We'll just not make contact at this stage. Once we've completed our observation work, we'll make contact purposefully and systematically, which will also be a test."

"Testing the waters..." Jenna and Franca vaguely grasped Lumian's intentions.

Just as they were about to ask further questions, the cold dishes were ready and placed on their table along with several bottles of beer.

After the waiter left, Franca picked up her chopsticks, easily opened the bottle cap, and poured a glass for everyone except Ludwig.

Children should only Soda and dairy products!

Franca tapped her glass, filled with golden liquor, on the table and said with a beaming smile, "The Past is gone, the Future is unknown, but let's toast to the present, when we're all still together and enjoying life!"

Lumian smiled and shook his head, but still clinked glasses with Franca, Jenna, and Anthony. Then, he tilted his head back and gulped down the beer.

Franca finished her drink first, wiped her mouth, and noticed Lumian's Adam's apple bobbing and a little wine seeping from the corner of his mouth as he drank. She suddenly paused, startled.

"Damn, why do I find his Adam's apple moving so sexy...?"

"Is this the 'demon man'?"

Anthony glanced at Franca and Jenna, who were drinking heartily, and at their unconscious little gestures. He then looked at the men and women around them who were peeking at them and Lumian, and sighed quietly, trying to make himself even less noticeable.

Ludwig quickly devoured cold dishes such as minced pork belly with garlic sauce, cold pig's head meat salad, shredded pig's ear in chili oil, smashed cucumber, and mixed shredded vegetables.

Lumian took an inconspicuous Mirror out of his pocket and placed it on the corner of the table.

Franca quickly recovered and refilled each team member's beer, except for the children.

She raised her glass again and said, "A toast to the Past experiences, a toast to the hopes for the Future!"

The enthusiastic tone and high spirits left Jenna and Lumian slightly tipsy, while Anthony also felt as if he had returned to his Military Camp days.

Amidst the crisp clanging sounds, they temporarily cast aside their inner turmoil and anxieties about the mission, simply enjoying the present moment.

Inside the Rented Apartment.

"It cost six hundred yuan?" Jenna asked, sounding a little distressed.

That's a tenth of the money gone in just one meal!

"It's not expensive, actually. This is for ten people or even more, and we've already had drinks." Franca waved her hand. "It's okay, I'll get a few more small loans in reserve. You guys should each get one too. We still need to go out and buy some T-shirts, casual pants, Jeans, and sneakers. How about we go to the wholesale market tomorrow?"

At times like this, who cares about brand, fit, or design? Value for money is the most important thing!

Lumian took out the dwindling amount of food from the "Traveler’s Bag," which had shrunk in size, and placed it on the table, saying, "We still need to feed Ludwig; he needs to eat every two to three hours."

"Hmm." Franca pointed to the room, "Anthony, you choose first."

Anthony didn't hesitate and chose the smallest bedroom, which wasn't on the same side as the other two.

Franca then turned to Lumian and said, "You're taking Ludwig to sleep in the Master Bedroom?"

"The second bedroom, he's a normal kid except for his big appetite, so the bed in the second bedroom won't be too crowded." Lumian knew that one of her tasks was to keep an eye on Ludwig and prevent him from leaving the Dream prematurely out of fear and refusing to come back in.

"Okay, Jenna and I will sleep in the Master Bedroom." Franca smiled.

In the following period, she borrowed a total of 10,000 in small loans, 3,000 each from Lumian, Jenna, and Anthony.

After finishing this task, Franca put down her phone with great willpower, turned on the light, and began to carefully read the information about Mr. "The Fool" that she had only skimmed through before. Lumian and the others each took a seat and were equally focused on reading.

Before we knew it, the night had grown deeper.

Ludwig's renewed cry of hunger brought them back to their senses, and they ceased reading and communicating.

"Even just looking at the information about Mr. ' The Fool ' provided by the Major Arcana, I feel like my head is spinning, and I'm gradually losing myself... Is this the status of Great Ones?" Lumian seriously assessed his previous state and solemnly said, "From now on, when studying this information again, each time cannot exceed half an hour."

He raised his right hand and rubbed his temple, discovering that his spiritual energy was also greatly depleted.

"Hmm." Franca stood up, glanced out the window, and said, "Let's go have barbecue outside Mr. ' The Fool's ' neighborhood. Although Mr. ' The Fool ' doesn't come out for late-night snacks every day, at least we can observe the people who frequently hang out around the neighborhood."

Just as Jenna was about to respond, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the view outside the balcony.

She Past instinctively, gazing out of the residential area and across the street.

The lights, some bright, some warm, shone from countless windows inside the buildings, like the Milky Way falling to earth, but with an added touch of human presence.

This view of the nightscape is more expansive and dreamlike than that of Trier and the New Silver City, seemingly carrying even more dreams.

Lumian stared intently for a while, until Ludwig tugged at his shirt cuff.

"Let's go." He turned his gaze away and headed for the door.

Franca then said to Jenna, "Let's find a high-rise building with a view later."

After leaving the residential compound, they followed the map and circled around to the area outside the compound where Mr. The Fool lived. They randomly chose a barbecue stall and began to observe the people and things around them discreetly.

As soon as the roast beef arrived, Franca noticed that Lumian's gaze remained fixed on one direction for a long time, without moving.

"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled.

Lumian gestured in that direction with his chin:

"I saw the Divine Emissary."

The Divine Emissary Franca and Jenna looked in that direction and spotted a thug-like man with scorched yellow eyebrows and hair.

The man was holding a stack of flyers.

"Danitz, the Divine Emissary?" Jenna asked, as if confirming.

Lumian nodded slowly:

"I don't know if it's a projection of consciousness or Dream dummy..."

Seemingly sensing their gaze, Mr. The Fool's Divine Emissary, Danitz, suddenly turned around and looked over.

Then, he strode up to Lumian and the others, glanced at Ludwig, and said with a smile, "Want to learn about Dream Tutoring Class?"

Tutoring Class... Ludwig's pupils suddenly dilated.

Snap!

He bit off the bamboo skewer from the grill.