Chapter 135 Human Blood Bread (please vote for me at the beginning of the month)
Some of the onlookers in Trier were quite curious and asked the people next to them about the reason, while others continued to watch the excitement with great interest. This made it impossible for Lumian to tell who was appreciating the results of his prank and who was not.
It's just to have some fun.
This is the folk custom in Trier. Lumian felt that even a powerful and high-ranking "psychiatrist" like Ms. Susie would not be able to identify who among the onlookers who were heckled, ridiculed, and deliberately loudly suggested the wrong direction.
It is the source, who is the real passerby who has reached the point where the atmosphere can give full play to themselves.
Although Lumian had expected this situation, he still couldn't help but sigh:
"You Trier people...
No wonder the "April Fool's Day" group likes to gather privately here, just like fish back in the water.
Lumian gave up observation and randomly picked a middle-aged man who was using rye bread to soak in the blood of the executed prisoner. He waited until the man ran towards an exit of the Rowa Execution Ground and quietly followed him.
After arriving at a secluded alley with no barricades, Lumian took a few steps around to the front and blocked the middle-aged man wearing a worn linen shirt.
He raised his left palm, which was still bound, and asked in the manner of a gang member looking down at ordinary people:
"What did you get?"
The middle-aged man with short black hair and a thin face answered timidly:
"Yes, it's bread stained with the blood of a condemned prisoner."
"What can this be used for?" Lumian acted like a curious, passing gangster.
The middle-aged man showed obvious fear:
"Yes, it can cure diseases."
"Who told you that it can cure diseases?" This is the key point Lumian wants to ask.
The middle-aged man replied in a daze:
"I heard from Guillaume on the street next door. He said that one of his co-workers' children got better after eating this kind of human blood bread.
The child of the neighbor's coworker on the next street... Lumian felt that this was no different from rumors. It was not easy to find the source.
He looked at the middle-aged man holding the bread of human blood and asked thoughtfully:
"Is someone in your family sick?
"Yes." The middle-aged man instantly became depressed and a little painful.
He glanced at the human blood bread in his hand and suddenly became filled with hope.
Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said:
"what did the doctor say?
The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looked at the human blood bread and said:
"He said it couldn't be cured, and I didn't have the money to treat it...
Lumian did not ask any more specific questions, silently turning his body sideways and letting the middle-aged man hold the blood-stained bread to bypass the barricade and cross this secluded alley.
He slowly returned to the Rowa Execution Ground and found that the "market" had not yet dispersed. Many citizens took this opportunity to have a picnic, sing, dance, and have a simple party.
Lumian huddled behind the trees on the edge of the rammed earth square, sat in the shadows, and silently stared at the people passing by.
As time passed by, the "bazaar" in the execution ground gradually became deserted, and the sun had already sunk to the point where the sky and the earth meet, and the surrounding environment became quite dim.
Lumian hid in the dark and watched the citizens leaving one by one and the vendors, but found no suspicious target.
When the dark night really came, the Ruwa Execution Ground was already empty, with only Crimson Yao left. Lumian slowly stood up and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow climbing over the side fence and sneaking into the execution ground quickly.
Lumian stopped moving and leaned deeper into the shadow of the trees.
The black figure was tall and thin, wearing a top hat, and came directly to the area where the execution prisoners had just been shot. He squatted down, stretched out his hands, and dug up the soil soaked with some of the blood.
"Is this someone who believes that the blood of executed prisoners can be used to cure diseases? This movement and speed are like those of an extraordinary person...
Lumian silently watched the dark figure busy.
Not long after, a tall, thin black figure wearing a top hat stood up holding a pile of blood-stained soil.
He did not leave the execution ground at Roi immediately. Instead, he walked deeper and came to the gallows.
The black shadow buried the blood-stained soil under the gallows. With the help of the crimson moonlight, he could distinguish the plants growing there, as if he was looking for something.
In the town of Chaillot, inside the Red House Cafe with a bright mushroom-shaped roof.
Franka, who had black hair and brown eyes and was dressed in a hunting suit, ordered salted red wine beef, French fries, Fussac omelette and quail soup with a few slices of ham for dinner.
She had a great time chatting with several ladies this afternoon and felt the longing and desire in their eyes.
At the same time, she felt that someone was secretly observing her, so she stayed until night.
After Franca had almost finished her dinner, a woman came down from the second floor.
That was the "witch" who followed Franka last time. Today, she naturally has long orange-red hair hanging down like a waterfall. She is wearing a white men's shirt, brown overalls and dark brown short boots, showing off her proportions.
Perfect figure, delicate and clean appearance, pure temperament with a bit of wildness.
Without any hesitation, the woman who was suspected to be a member of the Witch Cult walked straight towards Franka, pulled out a chair and sat across from her.
Franka deliberately looked at the appearance and figure of this "witch" with a masculine eye, watched her sit down with a smile, and waited for her to speak.
"Why are you here again?" The orange-red-haired "witch" looked at Franka with a scrutinizing gaze.
Franka smiled slightly and said:
“Chaillot is my favorite wine and the scenery and atmosphere here are great.”
Seeing the orange-red-haired "witch"'s expression of disbelief, Franka smiled and added:
"And, I heard...
She lowered her voice and said in a warm and ambiguous tone;
There’s a hen party here.”
The eyes of the "witch" with long orange-red hair suddenly became faint:
"Who did you listen to?
Franka looked at the face of the "witch" opposite and said deliberately:
"I met a nymphomaniac before. He wanted to sneak up on me, but I solved him. He said that he was a peripheral member of an organization called the 'Blissful Society', and the core members of this organization were women who liked the same sex. They were thinking
We are trying to reach out to the participants of the women’s fun party at the Red House Cafe and plan to recruit them into membership.”
Franca was not sure whether the Witch Sect had cooperated with the "Blissful Society". After all, it was not impossible for organizations that believed in evil gods to unite to a certain extent, just like Hugues Artois had many followers of evil gods, so she
Deliberately "fess up" and observe the reaction of the person opposite you.
As she spoke, she prepared herself for a surprise attack.
The expression of the "witch" with long orange-red hair changed slightly, and she became obviously more solemn.
The hostility and defensiveness hidden in her eyes were partly gone, but there was undisguised rejection.
Oh, are you treating the female partygoers as your lovers, and don't want me, who may have been a man, to get involved? Franka unconsciously imitated Lumian's accent and teased in her heart.
She initially determined that the other party had not heard of the "Blissful Society" before, but had noticed some signs.
The "witch" opposite was lost in memories, as if looking for possible problems.
After more than ten seconds, she subconsciously lifted her long orange-red hair and asked cautiously:
"Are you here to track down the 'Blissful Society', or do you want to join the fun party?"
Franka laughed, which attracted the instinctive attention of the surrounding customers, making them look surprised.
"Both." Franka looked at the orange-red eyes of the "witch" and said, "In comparison, I would rather attend a happy party. How can people like us resist such a party? You say
Yes or no?"
She pointed out that she had discovered that the other party was also a "witch" and was suspected of transforming from a male "assassin".
Franka was also hinting that she was originally a male to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking her.
The "witch" dressed in a man's attire was obviously resistant, but was attracted by Franka's appearance and temperament, and remained silent without answering.
Franka leaned forward slightly and asked in a manly tone:
"What should I call you?
The "witch" hesitated for a moment and replied dully:
"Bronze Sauron, what about you?"
Sauron...is he from the Sauron family again? Franka suddenly thought that Lumian's recent "Iron-Blooded Cross" mission was to contact people from the Sauron family.
She did not hide her real name and said with a smile:
"Franca Roland.
Browns Sauron breathed out silently and said:
"Our parties take everyone's privacy and security very seriously and we cannot allow problematic people to join. If you really desire it, you must accept our review."
Franka didn't care at all. She played with the buttons of her shirt and asked with a smile:
“So, where does the review begin?
Prison area, Ruix execution complex.
Under the crimson moonlight, a tall, thin figure wearing a top hat dug out several handfuls of weeds from the ground corresponding to the gallows.
The roots of those weeds shone red like blood, looking particularly eerie in the moonlight.
The tall and thin figure has a straight nose, fair skin, neatly combed medium-long black hair, rare red eyes, and a feminine and handsome appearance.
Wearing a white shirt, a red bow tie, and a black formal suit, the tall and thin figure looked happily at the strange weeds in his hands, and was about to stand up and leave the execution ground.
At this moment, a slightly curious male voice sounded in his ears:
"What are you digging for?
The tall and thin figure squatting under the gallows raised his head in shock, and found that there was an unknown figure in front of him looking down at him from a high position.
The figure had blond hair, blue eyes like lake water, and a white shirt simply paired with a black vest, making him look young and refreshing.
Why was he able to get close to me without my senses? I didn't smell any smell, and didn't notice any movement! The tall and thin figure was frightened and frightened.
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Another 30,000 votes were cast, and thank you all for your votes. I can only add an extra update, but my aunt is also on holiday during the holidays, and I have to help take care of the baby. Two updates a day is very difficult, so I will add an update on the 7th~