Chapter 401 Human Blood Bread (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) Some of the Trier citizens who were watching were quite curious and asked the people around them what was going on, while others continued to watch the fun with great interest, making it impossible for Lumian to tell who was appreciating the results of his prank and who was simply having fun. This is the custom of the people in Trier. Lumian feels that even a powerful and high-ranking "psychologist" like Ms. Susie would not be able to confirm who is the source of the booing, mocking, and deliberately loudly suggesting the wrong direction among the onlookers, and who are the real passers-by who are just letting the atmosphere allow them to express themselves. Although Lumian had anticipated this situation, he still couldn't help but sigh: "You Trier people..." No wonder the April Fools’ Day group likes to meet privately here; it’s like fish back in water. Lumian gave up observing and randomly picked a middle-aged man who was soaking rye bread in the blood of a death row prisoner. He waited until the man ran towards an exit of the Ruye Execution Ground and quietly followed behind him. After arriving at a deserted alley with barricades, Lumian walked around to the front and blocked the middle-aged man in a worn linen shirt. He raised his left hand, which was still bandaged, and asked in the manner of a gang member looking down on ordinary people: "What did you get?" The middle-aged man with short black hair and a thin face replied timidly: "Yes, it is bread stained with the blood of the condemned man."
"What can this be used for?" Lumian asked like a curious, passing gangster. The middle-aged man showed obvious fear: “Yes, it can cure diseases.” "Who told you that you can cure diseases?" This is the main point that Lumian wanted to ask. The middle-aged man answered a little bewilderedly: "I heard from Guillaume next door. He said that the child of one of his co-workers got better after eating this kind of human blood bread." The child of a co-worker from the next street over... Lumian felt that this was no different from a rumor, and it would not be easy to find the source. He looked at the middle-aged man holding the blood-stained bread and asked thoughtfully: "Is anyone in your family sick?" "Yes." The middle-aged man suddenly became dejected and a little painful. He looked at the blood-stained bread in his hand and was suddenly filled with hope. Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said: "what did the doctor say?" The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looked at the blood-stained bread and said: "He said it can't be cured, and I don't have the money to treat it..." Lumian did not ask any further questions. He silently turned his body to the side and allowed the middle-aged man to walk around the barricade with the blood-stained bread and cross the secluded alley. He walked slowly back to the Ruwa Execution Ground and found that the "market" had not yet dispersed. Many citizens took the opportunity to have a picnic, sing, dance, and have a simple party. Lumian retreated behind the trees at the edge of the rammed earth square, sitting in the shadows and silently staring at the people coming and going. As time passed, the "market" in the execution ground gradually became deserted, and the sun had already sunk to the junction of the sky and the earth, and the surrounding environment became quite dim. Lumian hid in the dark, watching the citizens and vendors leave one by one, but he didn't find any suspicious targets. When the dark night finally arrived, the Ruwa Execution Ground was empty, with only the crimson moonlight shining. Lumian slowly stood up and prepared to leave. Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow climb over the side fence and sneak into the execution ground swiftly. Lumian paused and moved deeper into the shadow of the trees.
The shadow was tall and thin, wearing a top hat. He came directly to the area where the death row prisoner had just been shot, squatted down, stretched out his hands, and dug up the soil that was partially soaked with blood. “Is this someone who believes that the blood of death row prisoners can be used to cure diseases? This movement, this speed, is like that of a Beyonder…” Lumian watched the busy black shadow silently. Not long after, a tall, thin black figure wearing a top hat stood up holding a pile of blood-stained soil. He did not leave the execution ground in Louvain immediately, but walked deeper and came to the gallows. The dark shadow buried the blood-stained soil under the gallows, and with the help of the crimson moonlight, it distinguished the plants growing there, as if looking for something. ………… In the town of Xiayue, inside the red house cafe with a bright mushroom-shaped roof. Franka, who had black hair, brown eyes and was wearing a hunting suit, ordered beef in coarse salt and red wine, French fries, Feysac omelette, and quail soup with a few slices of ham for dinner. She had enjoyed chatting with several ladies this afternoon and felt the desire and lust in their eyes. At the same time, she felt that someone was secretly observing her, so she stayed until the night. When Franca had almost finished her dinner, a woman came down from the second floor. That was the "witch" who followed Franka last time. Today, she had her long orange-red hair naturally draped like a waterfall, and she was wearing a white men's shirt, brown overalls and dark brown boots, showing a perfectly proportioned figure, a delicate and clean appearance, and a pure temperament with a bit of wildness. Without any hesitation, the woman who was suspected to be a member of the witch's sect walked straight towards Franca, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite her. Franka deliberately looked at the face and figure of the "witch" with a masculine eye, smiled as she watched her sit down, and waited for her to speak. "Why are you here again?" The orange-red-haired "witch" looked at Franka with a scrutinizing gaze. Franka smiled slightly and said: “Chaillot is my favorite wine, and the scenery and atmosphere here are also great.” Seeing the orange-red-haired "witch" look unconvinced, Franka smiled and added: "Besides, I heard that..." She lowered her voice and said in an ambiguous tone: “There’s a women’s fun party here.” The eyes of the "witch" with long orange-red hair suddenly dimmed: "Who did you listen to?" Franka looked at the face of the "witch" opposite her and said deliberately: "I met a nymphomaniac before. He wanted to attack me, but I solved his problem. He said he was a peripheral member of an organization called 'The Bliss Society'. The core members of this organization are women who like the same sex. They are trying to contact the participants of the Red House Cafe's Women's Joy Party and recruit them into the organization." Franka was not sure whether the Witch Sect had cooperated with the "Society of the Blessed". After all, it was not impossible for organizations that believed in evil gods to unite to a certain extent, just like Hugues Artois had many evil god believers under him. Therefore, she deliberately "confessed" to observe the reaction of the person on the other side. As she spoke, she braced herself for a surprise attack. The expression of the "witch" with long orange-red hair changed slightly, and she became noticeably more serious. The hostility and defensiveness hidden in her eyes were less, but there was still undisguised rejection. Oh, you think all the participants of the female party are your lovers, and you don't want me, who used to be a man, to get involved? Franca unconsciously imitated Lumian's tone and teased in her heart. She initially determined that the other party had not heard of the "Supreme Bliss Society" before, but had noticed certain signs.
The "witch" on the opposite side fell into memories, as if looking for possible problems. After more than ten seconds, she subconsciously lifted her long orange-red hair and asked cautiously: "Are you here to track down the 'Spiritual Society' or do you want to join in the fun party?" Franka laughed, which attracted the attention of the surrounding customers and made them look surprised. "Both." Franka looked at the orange-red eyes of the "witch" and said, "Comparatively speaking, I would rather attend a happy party. How can people like us resist such a party? Don't you think so?" She pointed out that she had discovered that the other party was also a "witch" and was suspected to have transformed from a male "assassin". Franka was also hinting that she was originally a man, so as to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking her. The "witch" dressed in men's clothes was obviously a little resistant, but was attracted by Franka's appearance and temperament, so she remained silent and did not answer. Franka leaned forward slightly and asked in a masculine tone: "What should I call you?" The "witch" hesitated for a moment and replied sullenly: "Browns Soren, what about you?" Soran... another Soran family member? Franka suddenly remembered that Lumian's latest mission for the Iron Cross was to contact someone from the Soran family. She did not hide her real name and said with a smile: "Franka Roland." Browns Soran exhaled silently and said: "Our party takes everyone's privacy and safety very seriously. We cannot allow people with problems to join. If you really want to, you must accept our review." Franka didn't care at all. She played with the buttons of her shirt and asked with a smile: "So where do we start the review?" ………… Prison area, Ruwa Complex Execution Ground. Under the crimson moonlight, a tall and thin figure wearing a top hat dug out a few handfuls of weeds from the ground corresponding to the gallows. The roots of the weeds glowed blood-red, looking particularly eerie under the moonlight. The tall and thin figure had a straight nose, fair skin, neatly combed black medium-length hair, and rare red eyes. He had a handsome appearance with a feminine feel. The tall and thin figure wearing a white shirt, a red bow tie and a black suit was looking at the strange wild grass in his hand with joy. He was about to stand up and leave the execution ground. At this moment, a male voice with a hint of curiosity sounded in his ears: "What are you digging?" The tall and thin figure squatting under the gallows looked up in surprise and found that there was a figure in front of him who was looking down at him condescendingly. The figure had blonde hair and blue eyes like lake water. He wore a simple white shirt with a black vest, looking young and fresh. How could he get close to me without my senses? I didn't smell anything, didn't notice any movement! The tall and thin figure was shocked and frightened. PS: Ask for double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ PS2: Today I found that the big guys "Huzhong Riyue" and "Xiuli Qiankun" voted a lot and rewarded the Silver Alliance, and the big guy "Nuanyang" voted votes. Thank you all for your votes. I can only add more chapters, but my aunt is also on vacation during the holidays, and I have to help take care of the baby. It's very difficult to update twice a day, so I'll add more chapters on the th~ (End of this chapter)