Chapter 312 Regaining Confidence Of course, Franka could see Lumian's true thoughts and intentions, otherwise her "Instigator" potion would have been taken in vain. But she was very satisfied that Lumian never suffered a loss in language, and hoped that he could continue to maintain this. "Come in." Franca made way for Lumian to walk into the living room. At this time, boxes were placed on the coffee table, each containing ingredients such as the "Heart of the Magic Throat Honey". Just by seeing these things, Lumian felt an urge to swallow them. Fortunately, it was not intense, just like a person who had been hungry for half a day seeing a chef roasting lamb. Janna's attention had already turned back to those materials. Looking at the white porcelain bowl with lid and two handles for thick soup surrounded by them, she once again felt the absurdity she had before taking the "Assassin" potion. This isn't mixing a potion; this is clearly making a cocktail or cooking a soup! There is absolutely no mystical temperament! After adjusting her breathing, Janna used a measuring cylinder to pour 100 ml of pure water into the soup bowl, and then put in the "Heart of the Devil's Throat Honey" and the "Poison Sac of the Dark Lurker" in turn. With a gurgling sound, the two main materials floating in the pure water moved closer to each other and stuck together. A manifestation of the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics... It is easy to overlook... Lumian watched carefully and said nothing. Franka carefully drew out a ritual dagger and created a "spiritual wall" around the living room.
The honeycomb-like heart and the dark green poison sac began to melt at the same time, dyeing the pure water in the white-glazed porcelain bowl into a very shiny black. Janna then added the "Magic Throat Honey's Syringa", 5 drops of blue datura juice, 10 grams of water fern powder, and finally an unpeeled walnut. Seeing the walnut disappear in an instant, as if it was swallowed by the red molten steel, Janna couldn't help but reveal an expression of fear. Is this stuff really drinkable? "Yes, it's exactly the same as the 'Instigator' potion I mixed at the beginning." Franka praised with a relaxed smile. How could it be different? Mixing a potion is such a simple task... Lumian muttered silently. Franca waved her hand and continued with great certainty: "Don't worry, it won't be a big problem for you to drink the Sequence 8 potion directly, not to mention that you have already digested the 'Assassin' potion." Jenna was infected by this confidence and her expression gradually became firm. Oh, she used the word "instigator"? Is this a proper role of "instigator"? Lumian understood Franca's intention, but did not expose her. Janna adjusted her state, calmed down, picked up the bowl of thick soup with two handles, and brought it to her mouth. After staring at the dark glow and tiny bubbles for a few seconds, as if it was a magic potion that contained desires and malice hidden in everyone's heart, Janna tilted her head back and poured all the liquid in the white glazed porcelain bowl into her mouth. She felt the tingling pain, which spread from her mouth to her esophagus and spread to her brain and other parts of her body. The pain made her extremely clear-headed. A series of events, including the explosion at the Goodville Chemical Plant, flashed through her mind. She had a new understanding of them and a more accurate grasp of the true intentions and thoughts of those involved. She felt the evil thoughts that had either succeeded or had not yet been transformed into actions. Janna's heart was soon filled with anger, hatred, and the desire to destroy those people and things, and she developed the urge to vent without restraint. She remembered Franca's repeated instructions and did not let hatred, anger and desire control her. She clenched her fists and stood there quietly. Her shadow seemed a little thicker and her brown hair seemed to have grown longer. In just a dozen seconds, the stinging pain gradually disappeared, and Janna could feel her body again. It is indeed quite easy... I would be half dead if I drank a potion in the low sequence, mostly due to the fate pollution... Lumian sighed for a moment. Janna quickly regained her senses, moved her hands and feet, and examined the changes in herself: "Well, my body has been significantly enhanced, and I only have one new ability, 'Instigation'...
"Fortunately, 'Instigation' is not just an ability. It also allows me to perceive other people's emotions, desires, and evil thoughts, and improves my thinking and analytical abilities. Humph, I must show it off when I have the chance, so that Ciel won't always laugh at my IQ and performance... “Even if I don’t speak, actively using the ‘Instigate’ ability can make me seem more reliable and approachable, and it will also make it easier for people around me to have a good impression of me. "The ability of 'Instigation' combined with the right words can induce certain thoughts or desires in the target's heart, allowing them to make choices and take actions as I wish..." After a brief period of adaptation, Janna determined that she had not been strengthened much in combat, but her ability to play a role in other scenarios had been significantly improved. "How is it? I told you there's no problem." Franca asked with a smile, not trying to hide her pride. There were still some dark traces in Janena's blue eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I was actually a little worried just now." "This is how it is for low-sequence levels. You must be careful when you advance to Sequence 7." Franca specifically reminded Janna to prevent her from underestimating the dangers of the potion. Janna nodded and said to Franca: "Including this time, I owe you thirty thousand Felkins. I will pay you back in installments." She added the "Assassin" potion from before. Franka discussed this issue with Janna last night. She originally planned to give it as a gift. After all, the potion formula and the information about the Deep Valley Quarry could still be sold. But seeing Janna's firm attitude, she thought about it and decided to accept it. At this time, she responded with a smile: "Don't worry, pay it back slowly, you can even make it a 20- or 30-year loan." Lumian couldn't help but sigh and asked Jenna: "Has the compensation for the Goodwell Chemical Plant been paid?" "Imre and Valentine told me that the legal process has been completed and the money will be distributed as soon as the asset auction is over, which will be in the next two weeks." Jenna didn't quite understand why Lumian suddenly brought up this topic. "Julian and I should be able to get 6000 Felkins. We can split it equally after paying off all the debts. I don't want it, but he will definitely disagree." Lumian nodded and asked again: "Where is your father's compensation?" "Because of the impact of the Goodwell Chemical Plant explosion, the court has made a final judgment, but the factory owner is still delaying. Damn, is he trying to transfer his property as soon as possible?" Janna was a little angry when she mentioned this matter. Lumian laughed. "So, we will visit those families waiting for compensation as soon as possible. You will 'incite' and I will 'incite' them, taking turns, so that they will all gather at the factory owner's house to demand compensation. "This will both help them and give us a chance to digest the potion." "The factory owner has several armed bodyguards and is also connected to the police station. Will they hurt people who go to ask for money? They've already suffered enough." Janna said a little worriedly. Lumian raised his eyebrows and said: "The court has already ruled that it is perfectly legitimate for them to ask for compensation. If anyone dares to shoot, I will make sure he will never be able to shoot again. Don't worry, they will be fine with us here. "Well, you can inform the Purifiers in advance. I'm sure they will understand." Jane was persuaded and changed her mind: "Fuck, you're inciting me!" Despite her scolding, she still accepted Lumian's suggestion and decided to collect information as soon as possible to find out where the factory owner lived recently. At the same time, she thought of another thing: "I have become the 'instigator' and need to contact the client. This is the task given to me by the 'Purifier'. Franka, when is the next gathering?" Franka said angrily: “Next weekend.
"Contacting the client is a very risky task. The Purifier only advanced the main material of the Instigator potion. It's because you don't know much about similar things. If it were me, I would definitely ask for more compensation!" Habitual instigation... Lumian chuckled. Franca and Janna were busy tidying up the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, motionless, looking very disgusting. After a while, Janna walked up to him and lowered her body. Lumian looked over with a hint of surprise. Janna gathered her hair, raised the corners of her mouth, and laughed softly: "I am now sure that you did not come to watch me drink the potion so that I could deal with Guillaume Bene." She had a pleasant, teasing smile, and although she was not wearing any makeup, it reminded Lumian of the first time he met her as an underground singer at the Breeze Ballroom. Without waiting for Lumian's response, Janna stood up, walked towards the bathroom with a smile, and asked a question: "Is it so difficult to admit that we are friends and that you care about your friends?" ………… On the way back to the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian pondered the issue of playing the "arsonist". He was only a little closer to digesting the potion, and was eager for more role-playing opportunities: “While we need to ignite the soul and society, we must not forget to ignite matter and complete the most basic symbol of arson. "Who can let me burn it..." As his thoughts raced, Lumian saw Baron Brinell. The gang leader who always imitated Gehrman Sparrow lost his usual calm temperament and gentlemanly demeanor. He walked quickly on the market avenue with an anxious and flustered look on his face, constantly looking around. Lumian stared at him unabashedly for a few seconds, but Baron Brinell didn't notice. Puzzled, he returned to the Breeze Ballroom and asked about Sakota, who had followed Baron Brinell: "Do you know what happened to Brinell? I saw him very anxious just now." The taciturn Sakota glanced at the glass window of the cafe and said: "The illegitimate son of Baron Brinell has gone missing." Illegitimate child? Lost? Lumian suddenly remembered the little boy that Baron Brinell had picked up from the Suchit steam train station. (End of this chapter)