Chapter 413 A Leisurely Week In the wet execution ground where drizzling water was falling, Lumian watched the red flames gradually shrink in front of his eyes, and watched a little bit of transparent and colorless mucus oozing out of the corpse. They surrounded the charred and cracked "I Have a Friend" and tried to drill into the head through the empty eye sockets and combine with some organs. Scarlet fire crows gathered around Lumian, one after another, rushing through the bloodshot eyes ahead of the slime. Rumble! The head of "I Have a Friend" exploded from the inside out, shattered into pieces, and gray-white gelatin splattered everywhere. The transparent and colorless mucus lost its binding material and could only condense on its own, eventually forming a mass of sticky colloid. The gelatin fell to the foot of the stake with a thud, and from a distance it looked like an amorphous mirror that reflected everything around it. Lumian walked over, and in the scorching air and flowing flames, he bent over and picked up the ball of colorless colloid, which should be the extraordinary characteristic of "Hypnotist". He peered further and discovered tiny transparent bubbles deep within the gelatin. They reflected the sunlight from different angles, showing different colors. Putting away the extraordinary characteristics, Lumian turned around and left the stake. Behind him, the remaining flames were still burning, tearing at the charred corpse.
As the light changed, Lumian's figure disappeared at the Ruwa Complex Execution Ground. ………… Market District, 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601. Lumian, who had returned to his original appearance with the help of the "lie" ear clip, rubbed his forehead and said to Franka: “It has been dealt with. It is a punishment suitable for someone like him. "It's a pity that he believes in Tianzun. Even if he does nothing, he is still a hidden danger, a hidden bomb. Otherwise, I would let him live with his frontal lobe removed and his eyes blind." "That's good." Franca breathed a sigh of relief. She actually had some regrets. If it weren't for the fact that "I have a friend" who had gone crazy and believed in "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" who was suspected to be the cause of their group's time travel, she really wanted to communicate with his spirit and ask for the potion formula for the "audience" pathway from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5. However, after repeated considerations, she gave up this dangerous plan. Lumian glanced at the open door of the guest bedroom: "Where's Jenna?" "Go to the old pigeon coop." Franca laughed at Lumian, "She put more effort into digesting the potion than you did." Lumian responded thoughtfully: "After venting the flames in my heart and actually using them to fight and execute people, I have digested a lot of the 'arsonist' potion. At this rate, if I can come up with new rules for roleplaying, I should be able to digest it completely in another two months." He did not continue the topic, but said: "I plan to hand over the extraordinary characteristics of 'I Have a Friend' to Ms. 'Magician'. Without her and the 'Tarot Club's' help this time, we will either fail to find the target or lose control in the first attack." "No problem." Franka didn't mind at all. "I dare not take the extraordinary characteristics of this evil god's believers without being processed by a high-ranking person. Don't think you owe me anything. Dealing with 'I Have a Friend' is also a requirement of the 'Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society'." Lumian didn't bother to be polite anymore. He saw Franca return to the bedroom, change into a white shirt decorated with lace flowers and slim-fitting beige trousers, looking like she was getting ready to go out. "Where are you going?" he asked casually. Franka replied unhappily: "I've been busy with all the things you've done recently, and I haven't had time to have fun. Now that it's finally over, you should enjoy yourself, right? I advise you to be more obedient these few days!" Lumian watched with amusement as the "Witch of Pleasure" put on her boots and walked out the door. Amid the slamming of the door, he, who had originally intended to go back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to Ms. "Magician," simply found a pen and paper on the spot and, sitting on the dining table, wrote down everything that "A Friend of Mine" had told him. Then, he folded the paper neatly and placed the "Hypnotist" Extraordinary Feature from "I Have a Friend" on top.
As the "doll" messenger was summoned, Lumian waited patiently. Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought back the ball of transparent glue and the paper folded into a square. Ms. Magician wrote in her reply: "This is a public mission of the Tarot Club. There is no need to pay us. You can take it yourself. I have cleared the pollution that can be cleared. "We will mobilize all resources to find the whereabouts of the remaining five April Fools' members, but we currently lack an effective entry point. The several pranks mentioned in the intelligence happened too long ago." Lumian read it in silence, letting the red flames devour the paper in his hand. He really wanted to "teleport" directly to the Gaia Province of Feynaport and West Balam of the Southern Continent to personally look for the "Bard" and other problematic members of the "April Fools' Day" group, but he also knew that this would be of no use at all. Without sufficient intelligence or clues, it would be no less than fishing a dropped silver needle in the ocean. You can't always expect good luck from that little boy eating ice cream, right? We can only wait until the Tarot Club finds some useful clues... Now we can track down the publisher of the underground book "The Secret Records of Emperor Roselle". It would be great if they had met the real author, "The Bard"... Lumian felt a little lost and a little relaxed for a moment. He planned to take his time with the extraordinary properties of the "Hypnotist", looking for a suitable craftsman while waiting for Anthony Reid to investigate the matter of General Philip's widow. If that "psychologist" could gain something and eventually cure his own psychological problems, Lumian wouldn't mind selling him the "Hypnotist" extraordinary characteristic and splitting the money with Franca. If a suitable craftsman is found before that, Lumian will classify the magical items as public goods, and Franka, Janna and others will be able to use them at will. After placing the "Hypnotist" Extraordinary Characteristics into the secret pocket of his clothing, Lumian exhaled and leaned back against the back of the dining chair. Only then did he hear his stomach growling and feel the familiar hunger. Since waking up at six in the morning, he has been busy with interrogations, executions and letter writing, and completely forgot that he needed breakfast. “Really? Leaving me here all alone, as if this is my home…” Lumian muttered as he stood up and walked into the kitchen of the apartment, intending to see if there was anything to eat and make do with whatever he wanted. With a quick glance, he saw some potatoes. Lumian was stunned for a few seconds, rolled up his shirt sleeves, put on the apron hanging next to him, and skillfully peeled the potatoes, washed them, and cut them into thin strips. Then, he followed the process, lit the fire, heated the pan, poured in oil, stir-fried until fragrant, added the chopped potatoes, stir-fried continuously, added the appropriate seasonings and removed from the pan. After finishing this dish, Lumian toasted two more slices of toast and poured a glass of milk. He sat down at the dining table, put the shredded potatoes between two slices of toast, and ate them slowly, drinking milk from time to time. Outside the window, the drizzle dissipated and the sun was shining brightly. ………… For the next week, Lumian was not busy anymore. He waited patiently for the mental trauma left by the last two battles to heal. He also looked for various opportunities to play the role of "arsonist" and slowly digested the potion. During this process, he also took the time to report to Mr. K on his recent work situation and the newly discovered evil organization. The Savoy Party members at the Breeze Ballroom were all surprised that their leader had appeared for five or six days in a row and stayed for a long time each time. Compared to the previous time when he could not be found at all, his professionalism was like a fake one. Charlie was equally surprised that Charles went to the basement bar every night to drink, tease this and laugh at that, and he was undoubtedly the biggest victim. Just when Franca was feeling a little empty due to her joy and wanted to go to the Red House Café in Xiayo Town again to hint to Bronx Soren not to forget to examine herself, "Hela" with her silver skull head sent the notice of a special party to Apartment 3 at No. 601 White Coat Street and Lumian's abandoned safe house on White Coat Street. Lumian hadn't been to the safe house for a while. If Franka hadn't asked him about it after receiving the letter, he wouldn't have known about it. Many members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" are like this. They have a fixed place to send and receive letters, but they do not live there. They just go to check on it regularly to avoid being found directly by "Hela".
They still have a certain degree of security awareness when it comes to such details. Lumian arrived at the abandoned safe house on White Coat Street, unfolded the letter, and saw the following words: "'Muggle': "There is a special meeting tonight at ten o'clock. We need to discuss a very important matter that concerns everyone's safety." ………… At three minutes to ten at night, Lumian recited the spell containing secret power in the safe house on Nightingale Street. He then felt himself enter a state similar to deep sleep, leaving him with the impression that his body was being erased by an eraser. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained consciousness and once again came to the ancient palace surrounded by the foggy town. At this time, hundreds of members of the "Curly-haired Baboon Research Society" have arrived, and one figure after another is still being quickly outlined. Passing through a large masquerade-like scene, Lumian, who used "lies" to transform himself into Auror and wore a black wizard robe and a half-face mask, came to the "Academy" group. He looked around but didn't see the member nicknamed "Pettitt". The "professor", wearing a black butterfly mask, a bow-tied shirt and a dark long coat, was standing next to a man of medium height and thin build with a brown and yellow manila briefcase on his head. That was her husband, "Associate Professor". The Professor looked at Lumian and asked curiously: "Do you know what's going on and why there's a special party?" Lumian, who was playing the role of the "Muggle" Aurore, raised his lips slightly and sighed: "Because there was a traitor." "Traitor..." The "professor" and other members of the "college" group repeated this word. At this time, the president "Gandalf", who was wearing a simple robe and a hood and looked like a half-giant, and the vice president "Hela", who was dressed as a black widow and covered with a veil, walked to the huge stone chair deep in the ancient palace at the same time. (End of this chapter)