While walking along Lombard Street towards the nearest public carriage stop, Lumian saw no one around and said in a low voice:
"Thermipolos, why did you ask me to choose the king cake without fava beans?"
What will happen if you eat that broad bean and become a "king"?
Thermipolos remained silent and did not answer.
Lumian thought for a while and changed the question:
"Although there are two or three weird and scary details in the whole thing, there is nothing wrong with the result. Everything is normal. There is no connection with mysticism or extraordinary power."
After a few seconds, Thermipolos's majestic voice echoed in Lumian's ears: "You can try disobeying the 'King's' orders next time."
What would happen if I didn't obey the king's order? What would happen if I ate my piece of king cake and took the white paper instead of putting it in the room with the wax head? Lumian fell into deep thought.
He did not go back to the market area directly, but took a public carriage and transferred to Scheer Street in the boulevard area.
As a formal member of the "Aurora Society", he had to promptly report to Mr. K about his execution of Guillaume Benet and the latest trends of the "Iron Cross Society", and at the same time see if he could make some money.
Although joining three secret organizations allowed him to get three rewards, it also meant that he had to report three times on one mission.
19 Sher Street, underground at the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine.
Mr. K, who was unchanged from usual, was sitting in a red armchair, listening quietly to Lumian's story about how he used the power of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" to find Guillaume Benet and completely eliminate this evil god believer.
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When Lumian mentioned that the former priest of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun chose to believe in an existence named destiny in order to pursue power and strength, Mr. K lowered his head and crossed himself in the order of up, down, left and right on his chest.
He stood up and confessed to the gods in a low and hoarse voice: "Merciful Father, please forgive the sins committed by the world."
Lumian's lips moved slightly and he began to confess after Mr. K, although he didn't know why he was confessing.
After confessing, he briefly talked about his sister Aurore's split personality and the "Sinner" organization behind Roche Louise Sanson, and finally said:
"Mr. K, I would like to ask you to find Aurore, the original family of Roche Louise Sanson. They are probably members of the 'Sinner' organization, cultists who believe in fate."
Mr. K’s face hidden behind a huge hood was covered with thick shadows, and he croaked with pleasure:
"I know you want to avenge Aurore. There is no problem with that. The merciful Father and the Almighty Lord never ask His followers not to plan for themselves. If you can combine your own private affairs with the sacred cause of eliminating the followers of the evil god,
Together, that would be better.
"In this matter, you can make full use of your own resources and use the power of the Iron Cross to complete your own affairs. This is what I appreciate most. You can try more.
"I will track down those 'sinners'."
He agreed to Lumian's request, which is exactly what he longed to do: find Roche Louise Sanson's family and deal with the "Sinner" organization that believes in the evil god of fate!
"Thank you, Mr. K." Lumian said sincerely.
He considered it for a moment and then said:
"The death of Guillaume Benet may cause the official Beyonders to intensify their pursuit of me. I wonder if there is a magical item suitable for me that can change my appearance and height at any time?"
He is trying hard to find an opportunity to become Aurora and sneak into the "Curly Baboon Research Society" as a "Muggle".
Mr. K’s tone suddenly became a little fanatical:
"I only have 'origin blood' here that can achieve the effect you want. As long as you can control your own flesh and blood, you can change your height and appearance at will, although it cannot make you exactly what you want.
But it is enough to conceal the original identity. The only problem is that it must be injected in advance, it is effective in the short term and cannot be changed at will."
It is acceptable to not be able to turn into exactly what you want. After all, when members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" gather, they will make certain disguises to prevent others from knowing what they look like in reality... It is not okay, if there is "
"The audience" was deeply impressed by Aurore. He can completely distinguish the real from the fake from the details of his eyes, the curvature of his chin, etc. If he wants to be a "Muggle" and hide it from everyone, he must make the face under the mask exactly the same as Aurore...
…Furthermore, the negative effects of “source blood” are not something I can bear… Lumian thought about it before organizing his words:
"I'm afraid that after being injected with the 'origin blood', I will transform into the original and oldest human being. Although with the blessing of the Lord, I will not have major physical and mental problems, I will still be easily discovered by the people of the 'Iron Blood Cross Society'."
to my true faith.”
Mr. K sighed slightly disappointedly:
"This is a problem. Although I believe that the Lord will protect us and prevent you from being discovered as a pious person, your concerns still have some validity."
After finally rejecting the "Original Blood" gift, Lumian said instead: "Recently, the 'Iron-Blooded Cross' asked me to come into contact with a person..."
He talked from the meeting of Gardner Martin to the end of the king cake game.
The only thing he didn't mention was Thermipolos' reminder, which he attributed to his rich knowledge of mysticism, his keen awareness of the problem, and his deliberate avoidance of the anomaly without touching it.
Mr. K listened very carefully and did not interrupt midway. After Lumian finished speaking, he stood up and walked around a few steps:
"Next, you need to figure out the purpose of the Cross Society's contact with the members of the Sauron family. Do they want to plot Sauron's legacy, or do they plan to cooperate with them."
"Yes, Mr. K." Even if Mr. K didn't mention it, Lumian still had to grasp the corresponding situation.
Mr. K stopped, looked at him and said: "Your intuition is correct. If something goes wrong in that game, it is likely to create a occult disaster."
"The object of Puifo's sacrifice, Fomunda Sauron, was an important member of the Sauron royal family at that time. He was born in the Champagne branch. He was later spotted by King Erd XII and brought into the main family, where he was trained intensively.
"Formunda had a good start, but not a good ending. He mysteriously disappeared in his later years and his whereabouts were unknown, which caused great losses to the Sauron royal family. In the following twenty years, several important members of the Sauron royal family Either due to a mysterious death or sudden madness, the family's strength seriously declined until Russell overthrew the rule.
One of the reasons why Emperor Russell was able to overthrow the Sauron dynasty was that the old royal family had obviously declined? Fomendadu has been mysteriously missing for two to three hundred years. Why does today's sacrifice bring about dangerous mystical changes? Lu As Mian listened to Mr. K's story, one thought after another flashed through his mind.
Inside Apartment 601, No. 3 Baiyi Street.
After getting a small amount of information from the "Purifier", Jenna looked around as soon as she entered the room, looking for Franka and wanting to communicate with her.
With a quick glance, Jian Na saw that the door of the master bedroom was ajar, and there was a banging sound coming from inside.
"Franka?" she called.
Franka's voice as clear as water came out: "Here it is!
"Come in and tell me something."
Jenna, who had never visited Franka's bedroom, hesitated for a second, walked over, and opened the door.
Her blue eyes suddenly lit up, and she saw a very complicated machine piled next to the wall far away from the window.
It consists of countless gears surrounding brass-colored pillars, with levers, crankshafts, screws, etc. connecting them.
Looking at the machine that was taller than herself, Jian Na asked in shock: "What is this?"
"This is the third-generation difference engine improved by a certain genius. It can also be called an analytical engine. Well, it's a castrated version, a simplified version, a reduced version. I can't fit the complete version in my room." He sat in front of the complex machine and typed. Franca, who was wearing a new mechanical typewriter, proudly introduced it to her companions.
"Are you really a believer in the 'God of Steam and Machinery'?" Jenna blurted out.
Franka chuckled and said, "Occasionally."
Jenna looked carefully at the so-called analytical engine and found that its lower end was connected to a telegraph and two metal mechanical typewriters.
Not long after Franka stopped typing, another mechanical typewriter, driven by an analytical engine, began to type out letters on the white paper. The power and information of the analytical engine came from the radio transceiver.
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"What are you doing?" Jenna felt like an illiterate.
Franka happily pointed at the analysis machine and said:
"As long as the uniformity of the coding is maintained, this machine can automatically translate the telegram code text for me, and then use the metal fingers connected to the mechanical typewriter keyboard to type the corresponding letters to form the correct word.
“In other words, I can directly see the content of the telegram without having to translate the received encrypted text myself, which saves me a lot of time and energy.
"Similarly, I can write a telegram in normal language, and it can automatically encode it for me and send it through a radio station with a preset frequency band."
Jenna looked at the gear sets in different rotation states and barely understood what Franka wanted to express.
"What's the point of this?" she asked confused.
Franka was stunned for a moment: "The meaning? The meaning is to make chatting via telegraph less troublesome and make it a daily routine. Well, it's just a bit of a waste of paper."
"Telegram chat?" Jenna was a little confused.
Franca built such a complicated machine and did such complicated things just to chat?
The typewriter sound I hear every night late at night is Franka chatting?
"Yes." Franka said with a proud smile, "My friend in the Loen Army has agreed to give back the information Anthony Reid wants at this time. I just had a brief chat with him."
Although she can directly request the corresponding information from Ms. Judgment, she has always been able to avoid trouble with the Major Arcana cards.
As soon as Franka finished speaking, the analytical machine completed the task of typing, and the telegram was completely presented in Intis language.
Franka pulled the piece of paper, just glanced at it, and her expression became serious.
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Night, inside apartment 601.
Lumian, Anthony Reid, Franka and Jenna are reunited.
Franka raised the paper in her hand and said to Anthony Reid: "I have received feedback. The Loen military's record of that battle is: "There was no such battle at all!"
"There wasn't that battle?" Anthony Rhett opened his eyes wide and stood up suddenly.
No such battle? Lumian raised his eyebrows.
This answer is really unexpected.
Franka nodded slightly, looked at Anthony Reid and said:
"To put it simply, it's probably not Roen's army that attacked you and your comrades!"