Chapter 296 "Piety" (asking for guaranteed monthly ticket) Inviting me to join your team without doing a background check or confirming my abilities? Isn't that a bit too hasty? As Mr. Fool's envoy, are you so confident in your abilities? Lumian couldn't help but complain. He looked at “Flame” Danitz and responded with a smile: "No." “Flame” Danitz said “hmm” with an upward ending tone, expressing doubt and seeming to be making a final confirmation. Lumian put his right hand in his trouser pocket and said with an unchanged smile: "not interested." What a joke! If I join your team, how can I complete the mission of "Tarot Club"? This requires negotiation between you and Ms. Magician! Danitz's deep blue but bright eyes narrowed slightly, and his entire temperament instantly became sharp. This made Lumian feel like he was standing in front of a spear, or having a gun pressed against his forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of danger and fear. He did not look away, and stared calmly at Flame Danitz, as if he was confronting a top predator. After a brief silence in which the air froze, “Flame” Danitz smiled: "Yes, you have a strong will and enough courage. I admire you more and more." After saying this, the former great pirate and now the messenger of the "Fool" turned around and walked towards the brightly lit street in the distance.
Of course, if you have confidence, you will be determined... Lumian muttered silently and pulled his right hand out of his trouser pocket. He held a tarot card between his thumb and forefinger. The Tarot card belonging to "Seven of Wands"! Although he couldn't understand why Flame Danitz casually recruited people to join his gang, he was still very happy to meet Mr. Fool, the divine messenger. This shows that the Church of the Fool is quite powerful in Trier. ………… After leaving Lavigne Pier, Lumian took a public carriage to the Boulevard area, walked to 19 Scheer Street, and met Mr. K in the basement of the headquarters building of "Psychic" magazine. The messenger of the Aurora Society was still sitting on the red armchair, his face hidden in the deep shadow cast by the black hood. He asked in a hoarse voice: "How have you done in gaining Gardner Martin's trust?" Lumian replied calmly: "I have joined the Iron Cross." Mr. K was silent for a moment, and after several seconds he asked: "How did you gain Gardner Martin's trust? How did he test you? And how did you pass the test?" The messenger of the "Aurora Society" changed his usual attitude and asked three questions in one breath. Lumian smiled and said: "In fact, there is no need to gain Gardner Martin's trust. Joining the Iron Cross itself can bring loyalty." Hearing these words, Mr. K, who was leaning against the back of his chair, sat up straight. The shadows in the basement seemed to come alive and began to move faintly. With his level and knowledge, it was not difficult for him to hear the hidden meaning of Lumian's words just now. And that is likely to be equated with danger: Lumian has truly become a member of the "Iron Cross" and has pledged allegiance to them. This time, he brought the strong men of the "Iron Cross" with him on the reporting mission! Lumian smiled and ignored the great sense of oppression brought by Mr. K. He started by telling Gardner Martin that he had become a Sequence 7 "arsonist", and went on to talk about the vigil at No. 13 Market Avenue and the formal initiation ceremony. He did not hide the fact that he went underground to trade and was scared away by the monster created by his "supervisor" Olson. By the end of the conversation, Mr. K had already stood up and in an excited tone, he repeatedly confirmed various details about Lumian's stay at 13 Market Avenue. After knowing that he had recited the honorable name of that person at the critical moment and received the divine revelation of "not responding", Mr. K laughed crazily: “Hahaha, hahaha, as expected, piety is the only way out!”
The god's messenger in a hooded robe laughed more and more exaggeratedly, and the sound echoed in the basement, causing Lumian's eardrums to vibrate noticeably and making his nose smell the salty smell of blood. "Hahaha! Hahaha!" Mr. K laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back and his body was almost bent. He no longer concealed his condition. The entire basement seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, and he was the source of danger standing behind the shadow. After a while, Mr. K ignored Lumian's presence, knelt down, lowered his body, and prayed almost silently, as if thanking the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God. Lumian controlled the twitching of his mouth, and before leaving for Lavini Pier, he arranged a ceremony to pray to Mr. Fool for the protection of angels. He then praised the "True Creator" of the Aurora Society and drew the sign of the cross on his chest in the order of up, down, left and right. After a sudden burst of devout prayer, Mr. K stood up and said in a fanatical tone: "This is all the Lord's arrangement. He brought you here and joined us." That depends on which Lord you are talking about... Lumian muttered with amusement, and responded humbly: “What He declares will come to pass.” This was one of the religious languages of the Aurora Society that Mr. K had taught him. Lumian had always regarded it as a sermon-style sentence describing the power of that deity, and thought it seemed a good idea to use it in the current conversation. Mr. K, who was wearing a hood, nodded with satisfaction: "I have arranged for people to approach several exposed members of the Iron Cross many times before, but they all lost contact with me in the end, stopped reporting to me, and even brought me a lot of danger. "Now, I understand why they failed. They were not pious enough! When faced with danger and pollution, they did not even think of chanting the name of our Lord and praying for His protection! “And at the critical moment, you only had my Lord in your mind, which is the piety I admire most. "This is the only reason why you were able to join the Iron Cross without being contaminated!" The only thing left in his mind was the gods he believed in... Would this affect his IQ? Lumian looked at Mr. K and gained a deeper understanding of his state, his spirit, and his way of thinking. Mr. K paced back and forth in front of Lumian, his voice clearly filled with excitement: "Based on the intelligence you sent back, I have some guesses about the reasons for the problems with the Iron Cross, and I have a new understanding of their current state and what they want to do. "You can say that half of the task I assigned to you has been completed. Next, you need to slowly investigate the source of the anomaly and the exact timetable and roadmap for them to start the riot. "If they find a way or a passage to enter Trier in the Fourth Epoch, you must find a way to inform me as soon as possible. We cannot let them succeed." At this point, Mr. K thought for a few seconds and said: "The first choice is to take out my finger and light it. As long as the environment is not special, I can sense it and roughly understand what it comes from. "If not, pray to our Lord immediately, just like this time." "Okay." Lumian agreed. At that time, he might even have to try to contact Ms. Magician, so he can be very busy. After explaining the follow-up tasks, Mr. K looked at Lumian and said in a friendly tone: "Since you have completed half of the mission and delivered key intelligence, I cannot be stingy with the reward. Tell me, what do you want?" "I want a magical item that is more of a weird type. If you don't have one, a corresponding extraordinary item will do. I'll find a craftsman to make it myself." Lumian was not polite at all. Mr. K laughed softly: “This is what you deserve. "Come back in three days and I'll give you a few options, or just give you the one I think is best for you." "Thank you, Mr. K." Lumian thanked him sincerely.
This is much more generous than the "Iron Cross"! "You should thank the Lord, not me." Mr. K responded with a smiling voice. Lumian reluctantly drew the sign of the cross again: “Praise you, praise you for creating everything, praise you for bearing the sins of the world.” Mr. K also followed suit and praised the "real creator," and finally said: "It's a pity that we in the Aurora Society don't have the concept of godfather and godchild, otherwise I would be happy to baptize you again." Why do so many people express their admiration by wanting to be someone's father? Lumian laughed. ………… Lumian was in a good mood after getting the promise from Mr. K. After returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he went straight to the basement bar, where he ordered a glass of lemon soju with a unique taste. While chatting with people, he looked at Charlie with amusement as he came back here again, jumped onto the small round table and told all kinds of rumors. At the same time, there were intermittent singing and dance rhythms from clapping hands around. This lively atmosphere lasted until the early morning, and the customers who had to work until dawn returned to their homes. Lumian, who was doing multiple-choice questions in Room 207 and other places every day, felt that he often slept in the Golden Rooster Hotel recently, so he planned to balance it out and went to the Breeze Ballroom. He had just left the Golden Rooster Hotel and walked a dozen meters along the chaotic street with few gas street lamps when a figure emerged from the dark shadows in front of him. The figure was no shorter than Lumian, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He wore a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and a tan, round hat with a wide brim. He has gray hair, dark eyes, and thick hair on his skin, giving him a wild beauty. After stopping Lumian, the man, whose exact age could not be determined from his appearance, raised his chin slightly and said: "Are you Charles Dubois?" Are you worthy of calling me by my name? Lumian wanted to respond like this, but he felt that the other party's purpose was unclear and a bit arrogant, so he decided to pretend. He asked back with a wary look: "you are?" The man remained indifferent and asked, without answering. "Tell me who is the boss of your Savoy party." PS: Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)