Chapter 325 "Joy" "Only death lasts forever?" Lumian and Janna didn't quite understand what they saw and heard, and they both turned their eyes to Franca. Franca saw Saliente finish his ceremony and prayer and then leave the basement door. The image in the mirror returned to darkness and the divination ended. She said thoughtfully: "It seems to be someone from the Spiritual Cult." "Spiritual Cult"? Lumian had seen the name of this secret organization in Aurore's witchcraft notebook. He knew that their origins were the royal family of the Balam Empire in the southern continent and the believers of the ancient "God of Death". Their goal seemed to be to awaken or resurrect the "God of Death", drive away the colonists, and rebuild the Balam Empire. Because Aurore's knowledge of the "Spiritual Cult" was very general, lacking details such as famous figures and prayer methods, Lumian didn't know much else. "Spiritual Cult?" Janna did not hide her lack of knowledge in this area. Franka briefly explained the situation of the "Spiritual Cult", which was basically the same as what Lumian knew. She concluded:
"In the southern continent, the status of the 'Spiritual Cult' and the 'Rose School' is similar, but they rarely conduct blood sacrifices and rarely create terrorist incidents. I have a good impression of them. Of course, such secret organizations involving faith will inevitably hold some rituals. The 'Spiritual Cult' that attempts to resurrect the 'God of Death' is no exception, and such rituals always require sacrifices. "Well, the current leader of the 'Spiritual Cult' is a demigod nicknamed 'Pale Queen'." "Pale Queen"? If the "Spiritual Cult" and "Rose School" are similar in strength, the "Pale Queen" is most likely an angel... Lumian raised his hand and rubbed his head, not having the energy to do more analysis. Janna looked in the direction of the "Highland Secret Medicine" store in confusion: "The boss just now was from Intis. Why did he join the 'Spiritual Cult'?" The idea of the "Spiritual Cult" is to drive out the colonists and rebuild the Balam Empire. Intis is one of the colonists occupying West Balam. If Salient was a commoner like Janna, living in Trier, who had no clear concept of colonial interests, it would be understandable that he joined the "Spiritual Cult" out of sympathy. However, he had lived in the southern continent for more than ten years and had gained countless conveniences and benefits by virtue of his identity as an Intis. He actually opposed this situation that was beneficial to him. Franka muttered: "Who knows? There are too many possibilities. For example, he was captured and forced to convert, and was controlled by the power of the occult. For example, he was lured by interests and fell deeper and deeper, and finally became a devout believer. For example, he was saved by a kind-hearted believer of the 'God of Death' and gradually changed his cognition. "Anyway, it's pretty smart of the 'Spiritual Cult' to have a real Northern Continental person come to the Star Plateau to open a secret medicine store, sell mummies, and act as a spy. At least he won't be easily suspected." Seeing that Lumian looked very tired, Franca didn't say anything more. She found a nearby hotel and booked a room. When Lumian woke up from his sleep, the sunlight shone through the glass window onto the faces of Franca and Janna who were sitting at the table. The sky was filled with cotton-like white clouds and the blue sky was clear. Franka and Janna were eating a burrito filled with spiced beef or mutton, while a fork was used to pick up roasted onions, potatoes, corn, and various meats. In front of them was a cup of drink with a sweet corn aroma. “You guys are having a lot of fun.” Lumian turned over and sat up, laughing. Franka held the food in her mouth and said vaguely: “It’s a rare opportunity to come to Xingxing Plateau, and now that I’ve got my work done, of course I need to relax. "What is this called? This is called, this is called...Fuck, forget it, you figure out what I mean!" She hesitated for a long time without being able to organize the corresponding words, and finally gave up and concentrated on eating the cake. Janna pointed to her right side and said: "We brought you lunch."
It was a plate of fried beef strips sprinkled with red sauce and exuding a faint aroma of wine. “I thought you were worried about the language barrier and didn’t dare to go out.” Lumian sat down and quickly filled his hungry stomach. He discovered last time that there are fewer locals who can speak Intis than those who can't, and this "knowledge" is often limited to barely understanding and being able to communicate in simple terms. Franka swallowed the burrito in her mouth, drank a sip of hot corn juice and said: “Body language is a universal language.” Janna added with a smile on her face: "I can't even describe how good Franka is at gesticulation, she would even make pig, cow and goat noises to tell the stall owners who didn't understand Intis what kind of meat she wanted. "However, the nobles here are different from what I imagined. They are more like people from the Northern Continent than my compatriots." The three of them had a leisurely lunch and chatted about what they had seen and heard, as if they were on a real vacation. ………… Late at night, in the Honest Market District, at Lister Wharf, in the abandoned building that Lumian set on fire. Fearing that a promotion in the apartment would bring about unusual changes and cause unnecessary reactions from nearby residents, Franka followed Lumian's advice and chose this uninhabited place. She quickly created the "Spiritual Wall" and then took out the mummy ashes produced by Lumian's cremation. Lumian and Janna stood a little further away, watching Franca mix the potion skillfully and drink it with her head tilted back. After a brief silence, Franka's face twisted as if in extreme pain. Then, her flaxen hair tied into a ponytail broke free from its restraints and was lifted up by an invisible force, floating up and extending in all directions. The hair became more and more numerous, denser and longer, and more and more fuzzy, quickly filling up the area surrounded by the "spiritual wall" like a primeval forest composed of fine threads. Janna, who witnessed this scene, once again felt the magic and weirdness of the potion. Because of the hair blocking the view, both she and Lumian lost sight of Franca and could only wait patiently for the abnormality to subside. Maybe it was only a few dozen seconds, or maybe more than two minutes, before they finally saw the blurred flaxen hair disappear, and the rest shrank back onto Franka's body. Franca happily turned her body and looked at her two companions with her lake-blue eyes. “It went fairly well. “It will be very troublesome and difficult to get promoted after that.” For some reason, for the first time, Jenna felt that Franca's floral blouse and the off-white breeches she often wore were extremely suitable for her, outlining a kind of beauty that was difficult to describe in words, making her face blush and her ears feel hot, while Lumian had some unnatural and unnecessary heat and reaction. After Franka adapted to the power of the "Witch of Pleasure" for a while, Lumian and Janna finally calmed down their inner throbbing and felt that their feelings had returned to normal. After packing up her things and removing the "spiritual wall", Franka walked up to the two of them with a smile, her eyes bright like a lake reflecting the light. “What are the improvements?” Lumian asked without any hesitation. You always need to understand the general situation before you can cooperate! Franca's eyes turned and she said with a smile: "you guess." "I'm not a 'witch', how can I guess?" Lumian frowned suddenly after he finished speaking. He felt that his legs and body were being entangled by some invisible thing!
Suddenly, red flames burst out from Lumian's body and ignited those strange things. It was not until this time that he and Janna saw the invisible threads that were passively dyed red, which looked like transparent spider silk. "Now you know, right?" Franca chuckled and asked Lumian and Janna with a mischievous look in her eyes, "Do you want to try something else?" "do not want!" "Need not." Janna and Lumian both sensed something strange and answered in unison. Franka then smiled and said: "Really don't want to try? I can make you experience real pleasure with just a simple touch." "Fuck!" Janna instinctively took a step back and cursed. Lumian looked at Franca, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this guy was playing a joke or if he really had some ideas. Well, the target should be Janna... I can't rule out the possibility of using simple contact to embarrass me... While Lumian was thinking, Franka's expression froze and she said seriously: "In addition to the two I just mentioned, my 'Black Flame', 'Frost', 'Curse' abilities and 'Mirror Magic' have all been effectively enhanced, and can be combined with each other. For example, I can use the mirror to lock the target and rely on 'Black Flame' to complete the curse. For example, in addition to 'Mirror Substitute' and 'Wand Substitute', I now have the magic of defending against fatal damage and initial recovery. "The abilities of the 'Assassin' and 'Instigator' have also been improved." She spoke very briefly, just mentioning the general situation without going into details. Lumian nodded, looking back at Franca's performance just now, and asked thoughtfully: "Is there any ability similar to charm?" Franka smiled but said nothing. After observing carefully for a while, Janna gained something else. She pointed at Franca and said: “You’re even more beautiful now!” There are no obvious flaws in the individual facial features or the overall combination. There seems to be radiance overflowing from her speech and behavior. It is a kind of majestic, bold and unconcealed beauty. "Really?" Franca was also quite surprised. Lumian couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his chin: Will Ms. Hidden Blade really choose Iron Knight when she reaches Sequence 5 to Sequence 4? After saying goodbye to Franca and Janna, on the way back to the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian suddenly remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Thermipoulos, what is the name of the next boon of the Bounded One?" Thermopylae remained silent and did not answer. Lumian sneered immediately: "Never mind, when I find the curé he will tell me." Although he was not particularly sure about catching Guillaume Bennet, he had to appear confident enough at this time. ………… The day predicted in the prophecy is coming soon. Red Princess District, the intersection of Chengqiang Street and Baima Street.
Lumian, wearing a white shirt, black vest, brown trousers and laceless leather shoes, jumped off the public carriage easily, raised his head and cast his gaze towards the neighborhood in front of him that seemed to have not yet woken up. (End of this chapter)