Gardner Martin opened the car door, walked out, faced Lumian and gave him a cordial and warm hug.
Oh, the attitude changed in an instant. Lumian hugged back and started to curse.
After hugging each other for two seconds, Gardner Martin opened his arms and said with a smile: "From now on, we are real brothers."
"Real brother? If you die, can I inherit the inheritance?" Lumian, whose mental state had improved significantly and had successfully passed the difficult test, had suppressed his ridicule and did not dare to say it at this time.
"You are still my boss." He showed his loyalty out of habit. In his opinion, although such a performance was indeed a bit exaggerated and did not make people feel too sincere, it would not work without it.
Gardner Martin laughed: "In the future, when no one else is around, you can call me sir."
"Sir" Lumian thought this title was a bit strange.
The Iron Cross is a secret organization, not an army.
Gardner Martin did not explain, but smiled slightly and said: "At eight o'clock tonight, come to No. 11 Quanshui Street, and we will hold your initiation ceremony."
After speaking, he patted Lumian on the shoulder: "Now take a good rest."
Lumian hummed, bid farewell to the leader of the Savoyard Party, returned all the way to the Golden Rooster Hotel, and closed the curtains of room 207.
It was past six o'clock in the morning, and he didn't need to catch up on any sleep at all. He sat down at the wooden table and started writing a letter to the magician lady.
He told the story of last night's encounter and Themipolos' performance in full, and finally asked how to report this matter to Mr. K.
One by one, it was obviously impossible for Lumian to avoid the strange and abnormal erosion in that abandoned building.
He must find a suitable reason to explain to Mr. K so that he can believe it without revealing that he has the seal of Mr. Fool and an angel from the realm of destiny.
After folding the letter paper neatly, Lumian arranged the ceremony and summoned the doll messenger wearing a golden water skirt.
The messenger lowered his head, saw the letter in the form of a block, and nodded with satisfaction.
While letting the letter float, she said to Lumian: "Someone is still monitoring you."
Ah? I didn’t realize it at all. This level of tracking, concealment and observation is very high. As a hunter, Lumian has a strong anti-tracking ability and is also very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment. He didn’t even notice the monitors.
Still there.
Mr. K’s subordinates? No, I asked the messenger lady to remind me specifically that they are not from the Aurora Society.
The monitor sent by Gardner Martin has not left yet. Even though I have passed the test and suffered the abnormal erosion, I have indeed experienced what happened last night, and after receiving the membership notice from Gardner Martin, now
This is the stage when I am least vigilant and the easiest to let down my guard and expose problems.
How insidious. Only then did Lumian realize that compared to Gardner Martin, he was still too young and not cautious enough. If he hadn't played a person who stayed up all night, suffered cruel torture, and needed a rest.
Sleeping with the curtains closed is an inevitable development, and it has now aroused the suspicion of the monitors. Likewise, he is also fortunate that Ms. Magician's messenger seems to be very strong and will not be discovered by the monitors.
After sending the doll messenger away, he lay on the bed and waited for a while. After waiting for a while, Lumian received a reply: "As a secret organization with a history of two to three hundred years, the Iron Cross cannot simply let people join.
But taking the initiative to ask new members to accept pollution is not consistent with the test I originally understood."
"It seems that the Iron-Blooded Cross has indeed undergone some unoptimistic changes in these years. You don't have to rush to figure out why this is the case. Do it step by step, in a short period of time, with self-preservation as the most important thing."
Themipolos took the initiative to provide help and give warnings. On the one hand, he did not want you to be contaminated or die directly, which would affect him. On the other hand, he should be trying to change and want to gain your trust.
It takes time to reveal the true purpose.
"You need to always keep in mind that the angel of the evil god is a madman in the true sense, and will definitely bring disaster to you and the people around you. You must always be vigilant, both to use him and to guard against him."
"Mr. K's side is easy to handle. Just say that you recited that honored name at the critical moment and miraculously it was not contaminated."
"Don't worry that he will ask that existence to confirm the authenticity. This is something that a devout believer will not do. Moreover, even the existence itself may not be sure whether he has responded to your prayer."
This... Lumian was a little confused when he saw the end. The god himself didn't know whether he had responded to a certain believer. This was too ridiculous.
In an instant, Lumian remembered something that Ms. Magician once said: If you pray to Mr. Fool with a description other than the three-part honorific name, she does not guarantee that the person who responds will definitely be that great being.
, that would be very dangerous.
A situation like this involving the knowledge of gods is really difficult to understand, and if you make any mistakes, you may fall into a situation more tragic than death.
Will Aurore be like this too? The more Lumian thought about it, the more he thought about it.
In the past few days, he has been carefully sorting out Aurore's witchcraft notes, excerpting all the contents of the two time periods circled by Ms. Justice, doing more detailed research, and planning to give them to him when he has the opportunity.
Take a look at Ms. Hela, the vice president of the Curly Baboon Research Association.
Franka has read the corresponding content and found no doubtful details. Those are either very conventional occult knowledge or ordinary spells, which can only be cast by wizards or extraordinary people in the corresponding fields. The two of them cannot practice them.
The only thing she and Lumian think is problematic is that since the beginning of this year, Aurore's witchcraft notebooks have contained a lot more ritual knowledge involving sacrifices and secret contracts, all of which were obtained from the Curly Baboon Research Association.
, but it does not point to any evil god or hidden existence, and it is a more basic type of application.
A red flame rose up and burned the letter in Lumian's hand. He lay down and pretended to sleep, but actually let his thoughts spread, thinking about the witchcraft notes and what to do next.
For him, the most important thing is that the one-month deadline given by the prophecy technique is approaching.
The parish priest Guillaume Benet will appear somewhere in the Red Princess District, in the hilly area, at the entrance of the deep valley monastery, dressed as a typical bounty hunter, and even put on two beards on himself, pretending to be a male Franca.
He pressed down, with the half-high silk top hat on his head, and sighed to Jenna beside him: "There is really no clue at all."
Jenna wore a white shirt, a brown waistcoat and dark trousers, a pair of black short boots that reached her calf, and a brown knitted beret on her head. She had no moles on her face and no cigarette smoke.
He has a generally strong appearance, but only slightly modified his eyes, nose and mouth to make himself look more ordinary.
She looked at the iron-black building with a unique shape and extensive use of steel components and the giant chimneys shaped like spiers. She always felt that she was not visiting the monastery of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, but a special factory.
At this time, those chimneys were spewing out white smoke, accompanied by huge mechanical roars.
"It's mainly the monks who don't want to have contact with outsiders."
Jenna responded rather frustratedly.
In the past few days, like other bounty hunters and private detectives, they were only allowed to enter the first-floor courtyard and could only question the new gatekeeper and a few other servants.
The ascetic monks only provided a list of confessions from the corresponding persons.
Franka looked away, clicked her lips and said: "This matter must not be easy, otherwise the official extraordinary people would have investigated the truth long ago. Since there are no clues in the monastery, let's take a look around.
"
"Okay." Jenna lacks experience in how to investigate similar things, and is still in the stage of imitating and learning from Franka.
The two of them took a walk around the monastery located in the valley, and from time to time they met some investigators who were attracted by the high bounty.
After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, they saw the mountain wall that had shown signs of collapse and had new trees growing there.
There is a cave on the side of the mountain wall. The cave is closed by a heavy wooden door. Next to it, a man in his forties sits in a sheltered place.
He was flipping through old newspapers with comic strips, making happy sounds from time to time, and a bunch of brass keys hung around his waist.
"Where is this place?" Franka walked over and said in a hoarse voice.
The middle-aged man in simple, even slightly tattered clothes raised his head, looked at Franka's face, and frowned slightly.
His eyes quickly moved to Jenna, and his expression relaxed: "This is the entrance to the deep valley quarry, and I am the gatekeeper."
"Why is there a door and why is it locked?" Janna had seen a real quarry south of the market area.
"This place is abandoned. It may collapse at any time. Those brave enough to pull the tiger's tail cannot be allowed in." The gatekeeper of the deep valley quarry explained with a smile.
"Isn't this connected to the underground Trier?" Franka asked.
The quarry gatekeeper shook his head: "It's almost completely collapsed. How can it even be connected? I'm about to lose my job."
After saying that, he looked at Jian Na and said with a flattering smile: "Would you like to take over the business? I'll give you money and do it with me once."
You Trier people, Franka nodded and shook her head, while Janna refused the other party with words.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, at No. 11 Fountain Street, Lumian was led by Faustino, Gardner Martin's butler, across the lawn and hall to a windowless room.
There is a dining table here, but the surrounding layout is not like a restaurant in this kind of villa. It is very simple, even empty.
Lumian simply scanned around and found that there were three rows of things on the dining table. The first row was various tableware, the second row was cups and bottles, and the third row was prepared dishes and unlit candles.
They are strictly symmetrical and form three parallel straight lines.