After a few seconds, Franka forced a smile and said: "Don't worry about him, he has his own occult party."
Jian Na nodded lightly and said no more.
The two put on disguise clothes, masks and a small amount of cosmetics, left No. 3 White Coat Street and walked to Market Avenue.
Taking Metro Line 2, which connects Suchit Steam Railway Station in the market district and Trier Nord Train Station in the cathedral district, we arrived in District 9, the famous Opera District of the North Continent.
Here is the largest and most lively arcade in the world, with department stores and high-end stores on both sides. The colorful glass dome supported by steel brackets above depicts paintings of sacred epics.
Let the sunlight shining through them add a bit of magnificence to make up for the lack of light caused by the stained glass.
The new kerosene lamps on the iron-black street light poles are always on, with dazzling white light.
This is called a gas lamp. It uses the heat of its own ignition to turn kerosene into steam, which is sprayed on the surrounding hot gauze, creating bright white light.
In terms of lighting effect, this is many times stronger than traditional gas street lamps and ordinary household kerosene lamps. It comes from the transformation of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
Jenna followed Franka into the public restroom in the middle of the gallery of the Opera House. They each found a cubicle, changed their clothes, and put on simple makeup to cover up their own luster.
Then, they followed the nearby entrance and entered the underground.
Different from other areas of Trier, this underground street corresponding to the arcade of the Opera House above is also crowded with people and is full of cafes, galleries, beer houses and small commodity shops.
There was no feeling of darkness, coldness, and isolation at all. It was not until we walked out of here, the underground Trier, that we returned to the appearance in Jenna's impression.
As assassins, both she and Franka have the ability to see things in the dark. However, in order to prevent the participants of the occult party from seeing the sequence characteristics, they each brought a carbide lamp to dye them a little blue.
The yellowish light is projected forward.
Jenna, who was observing Franka's every move, imitated her and put on a silver-white metal mask that covered the upper half of her face.
The footsteps were almost silent, walking deeper underground along the slightly damp tunnel.
After walking for a while, Franka pointed to a fork in the road ahead and said with a smile: "There are legends of being haunted there."
"What legend?" Jenna asked quite cooperatively.
Franka smiled and said: "It is said that people from the Opera House often heard strange men's voices underground. They found several bounty hunters to investigate the cause. As a result, they never came back."
"Don't the official Beyonders care?" Jenna asked in confusion.
"We investigated, but found nothing, because this is a legend we made up."
Franka laughed.
Jian Na was even more confused: "Why would you go out of your way to make up such a legend for fun?"
Franka smiled and said: "Lest those Trier people who like to go underground interrupt our party."
Jian Na felt that she understood the reason, and suddenly realized: "Scare them so that they don't dare to come to this area?"
"No." Franka shook her head seriously.
"Let them focus only there and ignore several surrounding places. Simply put, give the adventurous citizens and university students of Trier something to do."
Janna, who was born and raised in Trier, was speechless.
After holding it in for a few seconds, he said: "Fuck, none of the Trier people around me are like this."
"Everyone works very hard, but after a busy day, they just like to go to bars and dance halls and other places to have a drink, sing and dance, or vent their inner emotions by insulting each other."
"Trier and Trier people are also different." Franka clicked her tongue and shook her head.
While talking, they squeezed through a gap, turned into a new tunnel, and arrived at a quarry hollow covered with dark green moss.
The quarry was hollow, deep and dark, and Jenna, who had never been exposed to any mystical things, saw this scene, her heart beat faster involuntarily, and she instinctively felt scared.
Franka raised her hand and said hello: "You just send a skeleton here every time, do you need to be so cautious? Damn it, you also put a mask on the skeleton, is there anything you can't do to see people?"
The white skeleton used its vocal cords on the metal and said in a friction-like voice: "I really like the sentence in the Adventurer series of novels: This is a top hat."
After saying that, its eye sockets were dark and without any flames burning, and it looked at Jenna: "Who is she?"
"My friend, bring her to see her."
Franka answered very simply, and the skeleton did not ask any further questions.
Kacha Kacha moved his neck, indicating that the two of them could enter the quarry cavity behind.
When she got inside, Jian Na saw that there were many people there. They were wearing different disguises, sitting on rocks or standing in the corner. No one spoke and it was extremely quiet.
After looking around, Jianna lowered her voice and asked Franka: "You just let me in like this? Isn't this too easy and too simple? Don't you worry about whether you are trustworthy or about safety?"
Franka laughed softly and said: "I believe in him, and he also believes in me."
"That's it." Jian Na just nodded, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "How did that skeleton know it was you? Didn't you put on a disguise?"
"He has a special way of recognizing people." Franka explained coquettishly.
A quarter of an hour later, more people arrived one after another. By the time the skeleton wearing an iron mask announced the official start of the trade fair, nearly twenty people had gathered in this quarry cavity.
Jenna watched the transactions with experience and curiosity, and asked Franka a few words in a low voice from time to time.
She mastered many new terms. In the process, she was inevitably shocked by the prices of potion formulas, magical items, extraordinary weapons and various materials.
Even for the cheapest ones, she had to work as an underground singer for a whole week to earn enough. As for the expensive ones, she felt that she had no hope in her life. The last third of the fair was mainly commissioned.
Unknowingly, Jian Na straightened her back and wanted to see if there was anything she could do that would make her a lot of money.
A man wearing a black robe, taking on the image of a wizard from various horror stories, said in a deliberately sharp voice: "I have a task worth 20,000 Firkin."
20,000 ferkin? Everyone present turned their attention to the client.
The same is true for Jenna. She has never seen such a large amount of money until now.
The man looked left and right and said: "The gatekeeper of the deep valley monastery in the hilly area has been missing for three days. I hope you can help me find him or his body. I am not able to identify the authenticity of the clues, so I can only find him or his body."
Only he or the person who brings his body back to the Deep Valley Monastery can get the 20,000 ferkin. Of course, you can also choose to bring it here."
Deep Valley Monastery belongs to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and has gathered many people who are determined to study machinery and steam.
An ascetic (monk) who does not marry, have children, or preach.
It is located in the hilly area, which is the 19th district, and to the west is the cathedral district where the Church of the God of Steam and Mechanics, the Archbishop's Cathedral and the Trier Nord Train Station are located.
To the east is District 20, which is the cemetery area.
Seeing no one responded, the man continued: "The official has investigated and found nothing. Each of you can accept this commission and go to the Deep Valley Monastery in the name of a bounty hunter to investigate. Don't worry about being suspected. I will follow
Notices of this matter will be posted in bars, dance halls, and beer halls in various districts."
You can give it a try. Anyway, if you can’t investigate it, you won’t lose anything. At most, you’ll waste some time making money.
Jian Na was quite excited, and looked sideways at Franka. Franca also nodded, thinking that this task could be taken on. On the one hand, she was curious, and on the other hand, she felt that it could bring something to Jian Na.
Experience.
Lest she only sacrifice her life for assassination, but if she really smells danger and discovers an abnormality, they can exit in time. Of course, the bounty is high enough, which is also one of the reasons.
After a brief silence, the participants at the party began to ask questions, one after another, hoping to obtain enough information before a formal investigation.
The client gave a very brief answer, just telling everyone that the missing monastery caretaker's name is Pinker. He is in his early fifties, a resident of the nearby Deep Valley Town, a devout believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, and has never been married.
He has a fanatical hobby for machinery, which is why he went to the deep valley monastery to work as a caretaker when he had his own farm. He went home once a week, one day at a time, but he did not disappear at home.
That night, when the monks who were obsessed with research were testing a steam creation in the courtyard, they saw Pink at the door of the caretaker's hut, watching with interest.
Unexpectedly, he was found missing the next morning.
Jian Na took this information seriously and memorized it as she usually does when studying performances. Not long after, the occult party ended and the participants left in batches in tacit agreement.
A few nights later, Lumian sat at the bar of the Breeze Ballroom, drinking his favorite absinthe while watching Jenna sing and dance.
At this time, Louis came over, leaned into his ear and said: "Boss, the boss is here and waiting for you in the cafe on the second floor."
"Boss, come here in person?" Lumian was a little surprised, but he didn't say much.
Gulu drank the remaining green liquid, stood up and walked towards the stairs.
At this time, Gardner Martin was standing near the window, not wearing formal clothes, wearing a dark brown jacket and a wide-brimmed round hat of the same color, as if he had just come from the dock or the yard.
He looked at Lumian for a second with his brownish-red eyes and motioned for everyone else to leave.
Soon, only Gardner Martin and Lumian were left in the cafe.
The leader of the Savoyard Party smiled and said, "I must have expressed my appreciation for you more than once, right?"
"Yes, thank you, boss." Lumian nodded.
Gardner Martin's expression gradually became serious: "Are you interested in joining my circle? This will allow you to come into contact with more extraordinary people, stronger power and more abundant resources."
Is this the inspection over? Lumian did not hide his doubts: "What is the price?"
Gardner Martin smiled again: "The price is that you may encounter more dangers, and you must obey orders and complete some tasks, but as long as you do well, you will definitely be able to improve quickly, maybe within a few years.
You can sit in my seat."
Lumian deliberately hesitated and considered for a while before saying: "I have no problem."
Gardner Martin nodded seriously: "Before this, you need to accept a test. You now go to No. 13 Market Avenue and stay there until the sun rises."
No. 13 Market Avenue? Lumian frowned and tried to remember. Finally, he remembered a place there: it was considered the most dangerous place in the market area by Ostatrull, the secret cultist.
That was the building that burned down but was never demolished.