Chapter 282 Deep Valley Monastery After a few seconds, Franka forced a smile and said: "Don't worry about him, he has his own occult gathering." Janna nodded slightly and said nothing more. The two put on camouflage clothes, masks and a small amount of makeup, walked out of No. 3 White Coat Street, walked to Market Avenue, took the subway Line 2 connecting the Suchit Steam Locomotive Station in the Market District and the Trier Nord Locomotive Station in the Cathedral District, and arrived at District 9, which is the famous opera district in the northern continent. Here is the world's largest and most lively arcade street, with department stores and high-end shops on both sides. The glass domes above are supported by steel frames. They are brightly colored, depicting sacred or epic scenes, which make the sunlight shining through them look magnificent. In order to make up for the lack of light caused by the stained glass, the new kerosene lamps on the iron-black lampposts are always on, emitting dazzling white light. This is called a gas lamp. It uses the heat from its own ignition to turn kerosene into steam, which is sprayed onto the hot gauze around it, creating a bright white light. In terms of lighting effect, this is many times stronger than traditional gas street lamps and ordinary household kerosene lamps. It comes from the transformation of the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church. Janna followed Franca into the public restroom in the middle of the opera arcade, each found a cubicle, changed clothes, and put on some simple makeup to conceal their own brilliance. Then, they went underground through a nearby entrance.
Unlike other areas of Trier, this underground street corresponding to the arcade of the opera house above is also crowded with people. It is full of cafes, galleries, beer houses and small commodity shops. There is no feeling of darkness, coldness or enclosure at all. Only after walking out of here did Underground Trier return to the state that Janna remembered. As "assassins", she and Franka both have the ability to see things in the dark, but in order to avoid being discovered by the participants of the occult gathering, they each carried a calcium carbide lamp and projected a yellowish light with a hint of blue to the front. Janna, who was observing Franka's every move, imitated her and put on a silver-white metal mask that covered the upper half of her face. She walked almost silently along the slightly damp tunnel deeper into the ground. After walking for a while, Franka pointed to a fork in the road ahead and said with a smile: “There are legends of ghosts there.” "What legend?" Janna asked cooperatively. Franka smiled and said: "It is said that people in the opera house often heard strange male voices coming from underground, and they hired several bounty hunters to investigate the cause. In the end, they never came back." “Didn’t the official Beyonders care?” Janna asked in confusion. "We investigated, but found nothing because this is just a legend we made up." Franca laughed. Janna was even more confused: "Why did you make up such a legend?" Fun? Franka smiled and said: "So as not to disturb our party with those Trier people who like to burrow underground." Jana felt that she had understood the reason, and suddenly realized: "To scare them so they don't dare come to this area?" "No." Franca shook her head sternly. "Let them focus only on that place and ignore the surrounding areas. In short, find something for the adventurous citizens and college students in Trier to do." Jenna, who was born and raised in Trier, was speechless for a few seconds before she spoke: "Fuck! The people of Trier around me are not like this!" Everyone works very hard, but after a busy day, they like to go to bars and dance halls to have a drink, sing and dance, or vent their emotions by swearing at each other.
"People from Trier are different from each other." Franca said, "tsk tsk" and shook her head. As they were talking, they squeezed through a gap, turned into a new tunnel, and arrived at a quarry cave covered with some dark green moss. Outside the quarry cave, stood a white skeleton with an iron mask on its face. Its eye sockets were empty and dark. Janna, who had never been exposed to any mystical things, felt her heart beat faster when she saw this scene, and she felt scared instinctively. Franka raised her hand and waved: “You only send a skeleton every time, do you need to be so cautious? "Damn it, they put masks on skeletons. Is there anything they can't show to others?" The white skeleton said in a voice like vocal cords rubbing against metal: “I really like this sentence in the ‘Adventurer’ series of novels: "'It's polite'." After saying this, it looked at Janna with dark eye sockets without any flame burning in them: "she is?" "My friend, bring her here to see for yourself." Franka answered very simply. The skeleton did not ask any further questions, but moved its neck with a crackling sound, indicating that the two could enter the quarry cave at the back. When she got inside, Janna saw that there were already quite a few people there. They were disguised in different ways, some were sitting on rocks, some were standing in corners. No one spoke, and it was extremely quiet. After looking around, Janna lowered her voice and asked Franca: "You're letting me in just like that?" Isn’t this too easy and simple? Aren’t you worried about whether it’s trustworthy or security issues? Franka laughed softly: "I believe in him, and he believes in me." "I see..." Janna just nodded, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "How did the skeleton know it was you? Didn't you disguise yourself?" "He has a special way of recognizing people." Franka explained vaguely. A quarter of an hour later, more people arrived one after another. By the time the skeleton wearing the iron mask announced the official start of the trade fair, nearly twenty people had gathered in the quarry cave. Janna watched the transactions with an experienced and curious mindset, asking Franca a few questions in a low voice from time to time, and mastered many new terms. In the process, she was inevitably shocked by the prices of potion formulas, magical items, extraordinary weapons and various materials. Even for the cheapest ones, she would have to work as an underground singer for a whole week to earn enough. As for the expensive ones, she felt that there was no hope for her life. The last third of the trade fair was mainly commissions, and Janna unconsciously sat up straight, wanting to see if there was anything she could complete and make a lot of money. A man in a black robe, who looked like a "wizard" in various horror stories, said in a deliberately sharp voice: "I have a mission worth 2 Felkins." 2 Felgin? Everyone present turned their eyes to the client. The same went for Jenna; she had never seen such a large sum of money in her life. The man glanced left and right and said: "The caretaker of Deep Valley Abbey in the Hill District has been missing for three days, and I hope you can help me find him or his body. “I don’t have the ability to identify the authenticity of clues, so only the person who brings him or his body back to Deep Valley Monastery can get the 2 Felkin. "Of course, you can also choose to bring it here."
The Deep Valley Monastery belongs to the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery", and gathers many ascetics (monks) who are determined to study machinery and steam, and do not marry, have children, preach, or teach. It is located in the hilly area, which is District 19. To the west is the cathedral area where the Archbishop's Cathedral of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and Trier North Railway Station are located, and to the east is District 20, which is the cemetery area. Seeing no one respond, the man continued: “The authorities have investigated and found nothing. "Each of you can accept this commission and go to Deep Valley Monastery to investigate in the name of a bounty hunter. Don't worry about being suspected. I will post notices about this matter in bars, dance halls, and beer houses in each district." You can give it a try. You won't lose anything if you can't find out anything. At most you'll waste some time making money... Janna turned her head and looked at Franca, feeling quite excited. Franka also nodded, thinking that this task could be accepted. On the one hand, she was curious, and on the other hand, she felt that it could give Janna some experience, so that she wouldn't just carry out assassinations at the cost of her life. If they really smelled danger and discovered something unusual, they could withdraw in time. Of course, a high bounty is also one of the reasons. After a brief silence, the partygoers began asking questions, one after another. They want to have enough intelligence before launching a formal investigation. The client's answer was very brief, just telling everyone that the missing monastery caretaker was named Pink, who was in his early fifties and a resident of the nearby Deep Valley Town. He was a devout believer in the "God of Steam and Machinery", never married, and had a fanatical interest in machinery, which was why he went to Deep Valley Abbey to work as a caretaker even though he had his own fields. He comes home once a week for one day at a time, but he is not missing from home. That night, when the monks, absorbed in their research, were testing a steam device in the courtyard, they saw Pink standing at the door of the caretaker's cottage, watching with great interest. However, he was found missing the next morning. Janna took note of this information carefully, just like she usually did when studying acting. Soon, this occult gathering ended, and the participants left in batches tacitly. ………… A few nights later, Lumian sat at the bar of the Breeze Ballroom, drinking his favorite absinthe while watching Janna sing and dance. At this time, Louis came over and whispered in his ear: "Boss, the boss is here and is waiting for you in the cafe on the second floor." “The boss is coming here in person?” Lumian was a little surprised. He didn't say anything more. Gulu finished the rest of the green liquid, stood up and walked towards the stairs. At this time, Gardner Martin was standing by the window. He was not wearing formal clothes, but a dark brown jacket and a wide-brimmed round hat of the same color. He looked like he had just come from the dock or the yard. He looked at Lumian with his brownish-red eyes for a second and signaled everyone else to leave. Soon, Gardner Martin and Lumian were the only two people left in the cafe. The Savoy leader smiled and said: "I should have expressed my appreciation for you more than once, right?" "Yes, thank you, boss." Lumian nodded. Gardner Martin's expression gradually became serious: "Are you interested in joining my circle? This will allow you to come into contact with more extraordinary people, stronger power, and more abundant resources."
Is this the end of the "inspection"? Lumian did not hide his doubts: "What's the price?" Gardner Martin smiled again: “The price is that you may encounter more dangers and have to follow orders to complete some tasks. "But as long as you do well, you will definitely be promoted quickly. Maybe in a few years, you can sit in my position." Lumian deliberately hesitated and considered for a while before saying: "I have no problem." Gardner Martin nodded seriously: “Before that, you need to take a test. "You go now to 13 Market Avenue and stay there until the sun rises." 13 Market Avenue? Lumian frowned, trying to remember. Finally, he remembered where it was: That place was considered by Osta Trull, the "secret praying man", to be the most dangerous place in the market area. That’s the building that burned down but was never demolished! (End of this chapter)