Chapter 469 Encounter Looking at the corridor with only a little crimson moonlight shining through on the left and right sides, Franka blended into the shadows and sneaked towards the stairs. She even suspected that Charles couldn't find her, so he simply asked the "Magician" lady to transfer Gardner Martin away remotely. Otherwise, how could he suddenly disappear without her noticing? There was no sound on the third floor of the gray and white villa. Franca listened carefully for a while and suddenly felt that she was the only one left in the whole building. The butlers, male servants, maids, gardeners and cooks seemed to have evaporated into thin air. She carefully walked to the valet's room facing the stairs, stretched out her right hand, and silently turned the handle. Relying on "dark vision", Franka saw at a glance that there were two people lying on the bed, hugging each other, and their bodies were covered with the same thin quilt. Almost at the same time, Franka's pupils suddenly dilated. The two men were headless, their necks were leaning against each other, and the broken ends were covered in blood! At this moment, Franca was startled at first, and then she remembered Charles' description of Olson, the "supervisor" of the "Iron Cross". She suspected that Gardner's valet and his lover had similar experiences - their heads had "come alive" and left their bodies on their own. She didn't check the man and woman carefully. She closed the door inaudibly and blended into the thick shadows at the staircase. She wanted to see if anyone else in the building had experienced something similar. As soon as they reached the first floor lobby, Franca's eyes suddenly froze:
All the armors and weapons that were originally placed here are gone! What a big change... Damn, why didn't I feel anything? Franka was originally very confident in her abilities, experience, and reactions, but now she was a little shaken. The next second, she saw the door of the bathroom on the first floor open and a maid in an old nightgown walked out. The maid shook the liquid off her hands and slowly walked back to the servants' room. Her head was empty, with only her neck stained with bright red. Franca, hiding in the shadows, cast her gaze out the window again. The two guards who were patrolling by also lost their heads, and their shadows reflected on the glass looked like enlarged beer bottles. After roughly confirming the situation at No. 11 Quanshui Street, Franka no longer hesitated and quickly sneaked out of the villa. She planned to report to Lady Judgment immediately, and then use the statue of the Original Witch to tell Browns Soran and the Black Witch Clarisse about the changes here. The latter requires a ritual, and Franka is worried that trying it in this weird building will cause unnecessary changes and bring unpredictable dangers, so she decides to leave the abnormal environment first and then take corresponding measures. In the dark night, in the empty house, the "Witch of Joy" hid in the shadows, left the building from the side, and went around to the lawn in front. ………… Under Trier, “Flame” Danitz punched open the stone door. Behind this is a very small mine cave. Three extinguished classical oil lamps, one high and two low, are embedded on the stone wall. In the middle of the mine, a staircase leading downwards was dug out. In the light of the fire, the bottom was dark and seemed to have no end. Danitz retracted his fist, turned his body sideways, and signaled the nearly twenty sailors who followed him to enter the mine and divide the work. There are "hunters" who are responsible for observing the environment and finding hidden traps and subtle traces; there are "fortune tellers" who use coin tossing and crystal pendants to confirm the direction of pursuit and the degree of danger; there are "sailors" in the middle sequence who are waiting to support teammates and deal with unexpected situations... With this kind of coordination, Danitz's team quickly passed through the stairs and tunnels, and the view in front of them suddenly became clear. They then saw a quarry hole with many depressions carved out, with straw mats, rags, pottery jars and other items scattered on the ground. Danitz glanced around and laughed softly: "It was turned into a soldier's hiding place... "Not long ago there were dozens of rebels living here."
His eyes turned to the end of the empty quarry, where there was a spacious tunnel that led to an unknown place. A sailor standing next to Danitz said with a "tsk tsk": "There should be many similar hiding places nearby. Are the main forces of the rebels led by the Carbonari all here?" "I'm not blind, I can see it!" Blazing Flame Danitz cursed, "The question now is, where did they go? Is the turmoil about to begin?" ………… Market area, Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 305. Anthony Reid woke up when the earthquake happened just now. After escaping that night, he became sensitive to all kinds of noises, but he was not as frightened as hearing gunshots. Thinking about the previous discussion and the intelligence that sent out dangerous signals, he couldn't fall asleep again quickly. Anthony Reid got out of bed, poured himself a glass of light beer, gulped it down, and calmed the anxiety in his mouth and heart. After using the "comfort" on himself, he decided to force himself to sleep for a while. At this moment, he heard banging sounds at the hotel door. Who comes back so late at night? Sounds a bit urgent... Anthony Reid listened for a while and felt that something was brewing in secret. Soon, there were footsteps going up and all the way to his door. Anthony Reid immediately opened the door and looked into the dim corridor. He saw a middle-aged man wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform, a peaked cap, and an impatient face. This was an informant he developed at the dock. "What happened?" Anthony Reid asked in a calm and soft voice. The informant was comforted and no longer anxious or nervous. He looked around cautiously and said in a low voice: "There will be a major strike at the docks tomorrow, and they say weapons will be distributed." "Distribute weapons..." In Anthony Reid's mind, objects representing the chaos in Trier, such as "barricades", "incendiary bombs", "smoke bombs", "rifles", and "two-wheeled carts", instantly appeared. In Trier, because the citizens have a strong spirit of resistance and are good at marching and fighting, similar things are not too strange. They happen every two or three years, sometimes even two or three times a year. The only difference is the scale. But at the critical moment when the terrorist disaster is about to come, there is suddenly such a major strike for the distribution of weapons. Anthony Reid can't help but think that this may have been premeditated and is part of the disaster. The intelligence dealer took out a gold Louis and said to the informant: “Your intelligence is important. "Find an excuse not to go to the dock tomorrow and hide at home." The informant instinctively bit the shiny gold Louis, happily said goodbye to Anthony Reed, and left the Golden Rooster Hotel. Anthony wasted no time and quickly went down to the second floor and came to Lumian's room. He knocked on the wooden door of Room 207 lightly, but as the sound echoed, there was no movement inside, and it was so silent that it seemed as if no one had lived there for a long time. Anthony Reid paused and frowned slightly. ………… In the world of the painting, the setting sun shines on the chaotic streets, but the sky is still bright.
Lumián and Janna ran past the broken gas lamps and headed for the market avenue. They didn't know when "Room 7", where the Vasant Sanson family lived, would discover that the two of them had teleported here, so they had to reach the black hole representing the Breeze Ballroom before the other party locked onto them again. That way, even if other plans failed or were too late to be completed, they would still have one last option - to enter the black hole, try their luck, and see where they would appear. After running for a distance, Lumian saw the market avenue in sight. He immediately grabbed Janna's shoulders and let red flames emerge from his body, covering the two of them and evolving into a huge fireball. The fireball whizzed forward at an extremely fast speed. Lumian forced Janna to fly over a distance of seven or eight meters to the intersection of the chaotic street and the market avenue. During this process, unlike Lumian, Janna was not almost unharmed by the flames. Her hair and skin felt the burning pain, but she did not struggle violently. She just shrank her body and created frost to resist the red fire flow and relieve the pain. In the blink of an eye, the two of them landed at the edge of the market avenue. From here, you can see the area where the Breeze Ballroom is located from afar and see the deep darkness. This means that Lumian no longer needs to look for coordinates and can directly locate the destination. What you see is what you get! The black mark on his right shoulder glowed again. "Spirit World Travel"! Lumian and Jenna flashed and appeared next to the deep darkness. At this moment, a crystal-like wall appeared in front of the two of them. It extends upward, covering the entire area where the Breeze Ballroom is located, shaped like a transparent pot lid. Lumian and Janna looked up subconsciously and saw two figures in the air: One is a young woman, wearing a blue beret, a tucked-in white shirt, dark trousers, and an open beige vest. There is paint all over her body, her orange hair is relatively short, and her yellow eyes are both deep and vague, as if hiding a world; The other was a man in his thirties, wearing similar clothes to the woman, but with a pair of red pants on his lower body. His face had soft lines, lighter eyebrows, and blue eyes that were equally distant and wandering. He was still holding a thick paintbrush in his hand and a half-used tray of paint. Both of them have a pair of transparent wing-like membranes on their backs, like dragonfly wings, which flutter gently to help them float in the air. "Painter"? Those "fairies"? Lumian and Janna had a guess instantly. The man looked at Lumian with a surprised expression, and said in a voice that seemed to come from far away: "Welcome back to the 'hostel', room 1." Room 1…Lumian’s eyes suddenly froze. Room 1? Janna was shocked and couldn't help but turn her head to look at her companion beside her. (End of this chapter)
