Chapter 365 Lies Lumian did not touch the silver mask immediately. He opened the letter and read the beautiful handwriting that was different from that of the Magician: “This is the promised reward. "'lie': “It allows you to realistically change your appearance, adjust your body shape within a certain range, and change your height. “At the same time, it also allows you to manipulate fire and divert damage like a ‘magician’, and has a good sense of danger, improving your balance and agility. “Its appearance can be changed at will, it can be anything you want it to be. “When you wear it, your emotions will be amplified and you must know how to control yourself, otherwise there will be big problems. “Also, remember: “Don’t get lost in lies.” "I can actually carry it with me without being affected?" After reading the contents of the letter, Lumian's first reaction was not to be delighted that the effect of "lie" met his needs, but to be amazed that the negative effects of this magical item were weaker than he had imagined. Must wear to amplify emotions! In other words, Lumian can put it in a container such as a bag or wallet and carry it with him at all times without suffering any side effects. Compared with "lies", "decency" has to be buried in strong liquor, which is quite troublesome to access and keep. "Torture" will inevitably be affected as long as it is carried.
After sighing, Lumian couldn't help but laugh at himself: “Why is it a negative effect that affects emotions? "With this combination, even the 'Mendicant Monk' would explode on the spot..." The dark erosion from the contracted creatures, the fluctuations in desire caused by "torture", and the "gifts" given by the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor will eventually affect the emotions. Add in the "lies", and the effect is definitely "1+1+1+1" greater than "4". Lumian, who already had trauma and painful memories from the past and had just finished psychological treatment and returned to a relatively normal state, felt that if he did not want to experience or show true madness and fall into the abyss of losing control, it would be best not to let the "torture" gloves and "lies" work at the same time. "'Lies' are used to participate in the 'Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society', which is mainly for gatherings and exchanges, so 'torture' is not necessary. At other times, I have 'Face of Nether' to replace 'lies'..." Lumian thought for a while and threw the bag containing the "torture" gloves onto the bed. After doing this, he picked up the silver-white "lie" mask and covered his face with it. The mask suddenly melted and penetrated Lumian's skin like mercury, enveloping his head. In an instant, everything began to reorganize, and Lumian's contours and facial features were quickly adjusted. After a while, the silvery liquid seemed to be completely absorbed, and it seemed to evaporate on its own, and Lumian's skin color returned to normal, much whiter than before. Then, his body suddenly became shorter, and his white shirt was stretched tight by his bulging chest. Lumian lowered his head, examined it for a few seconds, and said silently to himself: "Both shortening and height increase can only be within a range of 10 centimeters... "I used to be 1 meters tall, only 76 centimeters taller than Aurore, but now I'm 8 meters tall. Well, the 1-centimeter difference is not a big deal. Most people can't see it. Besides, whether it's a man or a woman, it's very normal to find special shoes to make yourself look taller... "Voices can also be imitated, which is part of truly changing your appearance..." Lumian walked out of room 207 wearing baggy pants and a tight shirt, and went into the bathroom, casting his eyes towards the mirror there. The mirror reflects a beautiful girl with long, thick blonde hair, light blue eyes, a tall, delicate nose and red lips that are neither thick nor thin, as bright as the morning sun. The details of her facial features and the lines of her face were still being fine-tuned, and it took dozens of seconds before they were completely finalized. Lumian stared at the girl in the mirror, his eyes gradually softened and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. After a few seconds, he laughed softly: "Long time no see, Aurora." …………
Franca returned from Quanshui Street and opened the door of Apartment 601 with light steps. What she saw was a face that looked exactly like her own: A flaxen ponytail, bright and smiling lake-colored eyes, brown eyebrows flying into the temples, rosy and thin lips... Franka's spirit tensed up and she blurted out: "Who are you and why are you pretending to be me?" That Franka also pointed at her and said: "Who are you and why are you pretending to be me?" Franka laughed out of anger, and wrapped the "spider silk" that she had quietly released when she spoke around the counterfeit product. Suddenly, a red flame burst out and ignited the invisible silk threads around it. Franca suddenly understood something and pointed at the fake Franca and said: "How dare you, six-eared macaque, pretend to be me!" The fake Franka's face moved and turned back into Lumian's. His body grew taller. After taking off the "lie" that was used as an earring, Lumian asked curiously: "What is a macaque with six ears?" Franca hesitated and tried to cover it up, but then she remembered that Lumian already knew everything he needed to know, so there was no need to hide this little detail. She immediately replied: "There are many myths and legends in the hometown of your sister and I. One of them is the six-eared macaque. It can hear all your secrets and become exactly like you." Without waiting for Lumian's response, Franca asked excitedly: "Did you get a magical item that can change your appearance and body shape?" "Can't you see I'm injured?" Lumian raised his left palm wrapped in white bandages. "I accepted a commission from Lady Justice to help her get something from the fourth floor of the catacombs. The reward is this, 'lie'." As he spoke, Lumian tossed the magical earring-shaped object with his right hand. "I see." Franca guessed yesterday that Lumian's trip to the catacombs was most likely arranged by the Tarot Club, so she didn't ask about it in front of Janna. She asked curiously: "what is this?" Lumian thought about it and realized that neither the Magician, Justice, or Hela asked him to keep it secret, so he answered directly: "Water from the 'Well of the Samaritan Woman'." "Is there really a 'Samaritan Woman Fountain'?" Franca was shocked. She had also read all those random occult magazines in Trier, had heard rumors of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", and had even gone into the catacombs to specifically look for the one the administrators had named, but had found nothing magical about it. “Yes,” Lumian said after a moment’s consideration. “It’s deep in the catacombs, and it’s related to Trier from the Fourth Epoch.” "Is it magical?" Franca asked with bright eyes.
Lumian glanced at her. "It is magical, but it is only magical to the Beyonders of the Paths of Corpse Collector, Warrior, and Sleepless. If you want to give it a try, there will only be one result, and that is to forget who you used to be, forget the hometown you always talk about, and become a true Trier Witch from then on." Franka shuddered and shook her head subconsciously: "What's the difference between that and death?" She stopped asking about the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" and said excitedly: "Can you change into your 'Muggle' form? Let me see." Lumian looked at Franca for a few seconds, and finally put on the silver earring again. Soon, Aurore, wearing a white shirt, black vest, and simple trousers, appeared in front of Franca. "Wow!" Franca exclaimed, "It's more beautiful than I thought!" “Is that the point?” Lumian asked back in Aurore’s voice. Franka smiled embarrassedly: "I don't know how far this is from being a real 'Muggle', but we all wear disguises when we get together, and this is enough." Lumian returned to his original appearance and took off the "lie" earrings while saying: "I have written to Ms. Hela, and she said she will notify me and take me to the next gathering." Franka looked away with a bit of disappointment: "Then I don't have to worry about it. Well, I'll tell you about the different ways of gathering and the characteristics of each member of the research group..." It was not until noon that Franca finished her "make-up lessons". Seeing Lumian preparing to leave, she hesitated and said: "Um, can you, can you become like me again?" Lumian frowned in confusion but did not refuse. Soon, with a reference object, he accurately turned into another Franka. Franca stared at her own face, seeming a little intoxicated. Suddenly, she stretched out her right hand and touched Lumian's cheek. "Hey!" Lumian took a step back. Franca suddenly woke up and said with a wry smile: “The feeling of real people and the feeling of the mirror are different. "However, I always feel that you are still a little bit lacking, but I can't tell what it is." “Lack of feminine charm?” Lumian thought for a second and asked with a smile. "Maybe," Franka breathed out, watching Lumian walk towards the door. As Lumian opened the door, he heard the "Pleasure Witch" shouting behind him: "Fuck, were you scolding me implicitly just now? "What feminine charm!" …………
In the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian had just sat down when Sakota came close with a wanted warrant and said: "Those black dogs have been carrying it around asking questions these past two days." Lumian took a look and found that it was his wanted poster. He smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, let them find it." Sakota didn't say much, but instead reminded Lumian: "The boss asked you to go to Quanshui Street today." What else? Lumian nodded in thought. It was almost evening when he arrived at No. 11 Quanshui Street in the Memorial Hall District. The lawns seemed to have been ravaged, and the hall filled with weapons and armor was badly damaged. After meeting Gardner Martin, Lumian did not hide his doubts: "What happened?" Gardner Martin, with a radiant look on his face, smiled and said: "It was a follow-up to the last 'werewolf' incident. They launched a sneak attack, but were repelled and suffered a loss." Did the Rose School finally fall into the boss's trap? Seeing that Gardner Martin didn't want to say more, Lumian asked: "Boss, what do you want from me?" Gardner Martin took out an exquisite invitation: "Count Puyver invites you to attend a salon at his Red Swan Castle this weekend." Red Swan Castle? Lumian frowned slightly. (End of this chapter)