Ever since "Loki"'s body collapsed out of control but did not completely die, Lumian has been wary of reports from the core members of the "April Fool's Day" team and of possible raids by official extraordinary people. After all, "Loki" knows
They found out that he was Lumian Lee, and that he was the leader of the Savoy Party, in charge of the Breeze Ballroom, and even knew that he had the aura of "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor in him.
As a result, the official Extraordinary just asked someone from the Market District Police Headquarters to inquire about the anomaly that night to see if Charles Dubois, a capable gang leader, knew anything.
This convinced Lumian that the "April Fool's Day" group was still working on its own agenda and was unwilling to give the target to the official forces or force it away from the market area and out of their sight.
You must know that a secret puppet with an angel sealed is definitely an item that can make a qualitative change in his strength for "Loki". If he misses Lumian, it is almost impossible for him to meet the second one.
In addition, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" may also want to use Termipolos to do something.
The attitude of the core members of the "April Fool's Day" group on this matter was very naked and undisguised, with strong ridicule and malice. They believed that Lumian could see it and felt that he would be angered and chose to be in the market area.
wait.
As for when to take action, the initiative is in their hands, and they will definitely not attack blindly when Lumian has help.
Jenna heard the anger and hostility hidden in Lumian's stern expression and calm words. She didn't try to persuade her anymore, but just muttered:
"I hope these bad guys will have an ending that matches them."
Lumian had a violent mood swing just now, so that the small problems left behind when he was on the verge of losing control have become apparent again.
He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and pinched his temples to relieve the throbbing pain in his head.
"What's wrong?" Jenna asked with concern.
Lumian replied concisely and concisely:
"The mental trauma left by the battle with Loki will take a week or two to fully recover."
Jian Na's eyes moved slightly and she tried to ask:
"Do you need me to massage your head? Franca taught me, and I learned pretty well.
"Don't be sorry, we are friends!
The last sentence she said had a slight ending to it, trying to divert Lumian's attention to his emotional state with a teasing tone.
Lumian sneered:
"Why do you say something like this from time to time? Franka said, Franka taught you."
"Don't you often..." Jian Na suddenly closed her mouth.
What she originally wanted to say was, "Didn't you often say it to my sister? My sister taught me."
Lumian was silent for a moment.
The same goes for Jenna.
After a few seconds, seeing that Lumian did not refuse, Jenna left the armrest of the chair, came behind him, reached out and kneaded his temples and sides of his head.
Lumian's body stiffened.
"You really haven't had any close contact with girls, have you?" Jian Na subconsciously teased.
Lumian said "ha":
"As a hunter, if anyone dares to put his hand close to my head, I will instinctively throw him on the back or give him a huge fireball. I just endured it very hard not to scorch you."
Jian Na was angry and funny and increased her kneading force:
"Did the Provocateur potion completely change your language system and the way you speak?"
"Oh, are you using such elegant words?" Lumian replied unceremoniously.
As the two taunted each other, Lumian's body gradually relaxed. After a few minutes, he leaned against the back of the sofa and half-closed his eyes.
While enjoying Jian Na's massage and the relief of his headache, he naturally talked about the "pranks" of the core members of "April Fool's Day" such as "Loki" and "I have a friend", which made Jian Na full of anger.
On the chest, I subconsciously increased the intensity.
"Easy, gentle." Lumian's face muscles twisted.
The strength of the "assassin" is not small at all.
Jian Na softened her movements angrily:
I have never seen such bastards and bad people in so many drama scripts, they deserve all the torture!
"Ten, why am I not a 'witch' yet?"
Lumian closed his eyes and asked:
"How is your 'Instigator' potion digested? Have you summarized the rules for acting?"
Jian Na's attention was diverted, and she recalled while kneading:
"There are currently two, one is 'Instigation is a means, not an end', and the other is 'The core of instigation is the insight into the nature of the matter and the status of the corresponding person, rather than the use of abilities'. In addition, I also realized one thing,
Instigation will inevitably bring disaster, it just depends on who you want to bear the disaster."
"The progress is good." Lumian gave a rare compliment.
Jian Na, who was standing behind him, unconsciously raised her chin and said modestly:
I am looking for opportunities to act every day, and there is no shortage of conflicts in theaters like Lao Gelong where there are many actors and apprentices. This is because before every instigation, I have to think clearly about who I want to benefit, who gets a lesson or a lesson.
After suffering the loss, I realized that instigation was just a means."
Lumian's state became much calmer. He allowed his thoughts to spread and asked casually:
"Where do you think I could go to play the Arsonist?"
Jian Na kept her hands on her hands and said thoughtfully:
"Trier is a place with basic order. You can only act in various small things, but you can't do a big one..."
"There should be opportunities to play roles in the process of chasing down those bad guys. When I heard what you said just now, I really wanted to give them a shot!"
Lumian suddenly had some ideas, but they were not clear enough.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, which gradually became clearer.
Jenna released her hands from squeezing Lumian's head, walked toward the door, and said with a smile:
"Franka is back.
Many neighborhoods in Trier are not quiet at night, but this does not prevent the citizens living in those places from falling into a deep sleep.
Some people dreamed that after their children ate bread made of human blood, their condition gradually improved and they became healthier and healthier.
Suddenly, a big golden retriever dog carrying a small backpack appeared in his dream.
The big golden retriever dog squats on the edge of the dream, guiding the hazy and hazy scene to reveal certain images deep in the subconscious.
It was the excitement of squeezing out of the crowd, holding bread, and running towards the corpse of the executed prisoner; it was the hesitation after believing that bread with human blood could cure diseases; it was the joy and doubt when I heard about this for the first time...
The golden retriever saw the figure who told the rumor to the owner of the dream, who was the neighbor who lived in the next house.
In this way, the golden retriever dog traveled through one dream after another, stimulating the corresponding subconscious mind to find the source of the rumor of human blood bread.
After hundreds of dreams, the golden retriever discovered that two of the dreams had obvious contradictions.
The one belongs to the father, who believes that he obtained the secret of human blood bread from a wizard who happened to pass by, which allowed his daughter to defeat the disease. The other is his child, who suddenly fell ill and then suddenly got better in the dream. The effect of human blood bread is good.
It's like a real potion.
The big golden retriever dog guided the father and made him appear as a passing wizard in his dream.
It's very ordinary, nothing special.
The images in the dream flashed rapidly, and the memories of the wizard's image kept going back.
The moment the two met, the golden retriever saw that the wizard had a completely different face than "just now"!
Then, the face changed rapidly and settled into the normal impression of the dream owner.
The golden retriever has its own interpretation of this:
The wizard's "hypnosis" can only be completed face to face, so the dream owner's first sight of him will be undisturbed, leaving the most realistic appearance, and then he will be affected by hypnosis and the memory image will change.
There is no need to repeat the process of awakening the subconscious through dreams, the original appearance of the wizard naturally emerged in the golden retriever's mind:
She has short brown hair combed into a three-quarter length, smiling flaxen eyes, a thin face with a lot of freckles, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose...
The big golden retriever dog exited the dream, looked at Ms. "Magician" who suddenly appeared beside him, and actually made a human voice:
"There are results.
Ms. "Magician" wearing a women's shirt and a long brown skirt sighed and said a little eagerly:
"Give me the information and I'll confirm it.
The big golden retriever dog didn't speak, and his eyes suddenly became dark.
After a few seconds, Ms. "Magician" took a few steps forward, causing stars to appear around her.
It was like the reflection of the vast starry sky on the ground.
The bright and miniature stars rotated rapidly, giving a revelation.
After Ms. "Magician" finished her interpretation, she opened the illusory door hidden in the darkness and disappeared.
In just ten seconds, she reappeared and said to the golden retriever:
"The street the astrology points to has no purpose."
"Misled?" the golden retriever asked again in a female voice.
Ms. "Magician" nodded, raised the corners of her lips and said:
"But it also proves that what you see is the target.
As soon as she finished speaking, the figure of Ms. "Justice" wearing a long dress with a white background and green edges quickly emerged.
"Where did you go just now?" "Magician" asked in confusion.
Ms. Justice replied with a soft voice:
"Go and plant a little hint in the dreams of those who want to chase the bread of human blood, tell them that this weekend, the Fool
The pharmaceutical company will conduct a free clinic in the Memorial Church area to provide free diagnosis, treatment and medicine."
"When did you plan to have a free clinic?" "Magician" asked subconsciously.
Ms. Justice smiled slightly:
tomorrow.
"I will sponsor it."
Six o'clock in the morning, Golden Rooster Hotel, room 207.
Lumian woke up from his dream naturally and started to wash up.
Before he could decide what to eat this morning, he saw the "doll" messenger appear and drop a letter.
Lumian unfolded the letter with some confusion and saw a portrait.
Next to the portrait is the handwriting of Ms. "Magician":
"This should be what 'I have a friend' looks like, and we will mobilize all licensees in Trier to find him, including you.