In the wet and filtered execution ground with drizzle, Lumian watched the red flames gradually getting smaller in front of his eyes, and watched as a little bit of transparent and colorless mucus seeped out of the corpse, surrounding the charred and cracked "I"
"I have a friend", trying to get into the head from the empty eye socket and combine with some kind of organ.
One by one, red fire crows condensed around Lumian's body, rushing head to tail to get ahead of the mucus, and rushed through the remaining blood-red eyes.
Rumble!
The head of "I Have a Friend" exploded from the inside out, split into pieces, and gray-white gelatin was scattered everywhere.
The transparent and colorless mucus lost its binding substance and could only condense on its own, eventually forming a thick gel.
The gelatin fell to the foot of the torture rack. Looking from a distance, it looked like a mirror whose shape could not be fixed and could reflect everything around it.
Lumian walked over, and in the scorching air and flowing flames, he leaned down and picked up the colorless colloid that should be the extraordinary characteristic of the "Hypnotist".
He stared away and found that there were small transparent bubbles deep in the colloid. They reflected sunlight from different angles and showed different colors.
Putting away this mass of extraordinary characteristics, Lumian turned around and left the torture rack.
Behind him, the remaining flames were still burning, still tearing at the charred corpse.
As the light changed, Lumian's figure disappeared into the Ruwa Comprehensive Execution Ground.
Lumian, who returned to his original appearance with the help of the "Lie" ear clip, rubbed his forehead and said to Franka: "It has been taken care of. It is very suitable for a person like him to be burned at the stake.
"It's a pity that he believes in Tianzun. Even if he does nothing, he is still a hidden danger and a hidden explosive bag. Otherwise, I will let him live with his frontal lobe removed and his eyes blind."
"This is good." Franka breathed a sigh of relief.
She actually has some regrets. If "I have a friend" who was once crazy and believed in the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" who is suspected to have caused their group of people to travel through time, she would have really figured out his spirit and changed the "Audience" path sequence to 9
Sequence 6 or even sequence"
She asked for the formula of the medicine, but after weighing it repeatedly, she gave up this dangerous plan.
Lumian glanced at the open door of the guest bedroom: "Where is Jenna?
"Go to the old pigeonhole." Franka laughed at Lumian, "She is more attentive to digesting potions than you are."
Lumian responded thoughtfully: "After venting the flames in my heart, using the flames to actually fight and complete the execution, I have also digested a lot of the 'Pyromancer' potion. According to this progress, if I can summarize
The new acting rules should be fully digested in another two months."
He did not continue the topic and instead said: "I have a friend whose extraordinary characteristics I plan to hand over to the magician. Without the help of her and the Tarot Society this time, we would either not be able to find the target or
It will directly lose control in the first attack."
"No problem." Franka didn't mind at all. "I don't dare to hold the extraordinary characteristics of the followers of the evil god without being dealt with by someone in a high position. Don't even think about owing me anything. I have nothing to deal with."
"Friends" are also the needs of the Curly Baboon Research Association.
Lumian was no longer polite and saw Franca return to the bedroom and put on a white shirt dotted with lace flowers and slim-fitting beige trousers, looking like she was ready to go out.
"Where are you going?" he asked casually.
Franka replied angrily: "I have been busy with all kinds of things you have done every day during this period, and I have no time to have fun. Now that it is finally over, I have to enjoy it, right? I advise you these days
Be more at ease!"
Lumian watched in amusement as the "Witch of Joy" put on her boots and opened the door.
At the sound of the door slamming, he was planning to go back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to Ms. "Magician", so he simply found a pen and paper on the spot, sitting on the dining table, and wrote down all the information "I have a friend".
Then, he folded the paper neatly and pressed the "Hypnotist" extraordinary characteristic from "I Have a Friend" on it.
As the "doll" messenger was summoned, Lumian waited patiently.
Not long after, the "doll" messenger brought back the transparent gel and the square-shaped paper.
Ms. "Magician" wrote in her reply: "This is a public task of the Tarot Club. There is no need to pay us. You can take it yourself. I have already removed the part of the pollution that can be removed."
"We will mobilize various resources to find the whereabouts of the remaining five members of 'April Fool's Day', but currently we lack effective entry points. Several pranks mentioned in the intelligence have been in the past for too long."
Lumian read it in silence, letting the red flames swallow up the paper in his hand.
He really wanted to "teleport" directly to the two places of Gaia Province in Feneport and West Balam in the Southern Continent, and personally look for problematic members of the "April Fool's Day" group such as "The Bard", but he also knew
, this is of no use at all. Without enough information or clues, it is no less than fishing out a fallen silver needle in the sea.
You can't always expect good luck from the little boy eating ice cream, right?
We can only wait until the "Tarot Society" finds effective clues... What can be traced now is the publisher of the underground book "Secret Records of Emperor Russell". If they have seen the real author of "The Bard"
That's good... Lumian felt a little lost and relaxed for a moment.
He planned to take his time with the extraordinary characteristics of the "hypnotist", while looking for a suitable craftsman, while waiting for Anthony Reed to investigate the matter of General Philip's widow.
If the "psychiatrist" could gain something and finally cured his own psychological problems, Lumian would not mind selling him the "hypnotist's" extraordinary characteristics, and the money in exchange would be shared equally with Franka.
If a suitable craftsman is found before this, Lumian will classify the magical items made as public goods, and Franka and Janna can use them at will.
After putting the "Hypnotist" extraordinary properties into the hidden pocket of his clothes, Lumian exhaled and leaned back on the dining chair.
Only then did he hear the growling sound of his stomach and feel the familiar hunger.
Since waking up at six in the morning, he has been busy with interrogations, executions and writing letters, completely forgetting that he still needs breakfast.
"Really, leave me here alone, as if this is my home..." Lumian muttered and stood up, walking into the kitchen of the apartment, intending to see if there was anything to eat and deal with it casually.
As soon as he glanced around, he saw a few potatoes.
Lumian was stunned for a few seconds, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put on the apron hanging next to him, and skillfully peeled and washed the potatoes, turning them into fine threads.
Then, he followed the process, lighting the fire, heating the pan, pouring in oil, sauteing until fragrant, adding shredded potatoes and stirring constantly, adding the corresponding condiments and serving.
After finishing such a dish, Lumian toasted two more slices of toast and poured a glass of milk.
He sat down at the dining table, sandwiched the shredded potatoes between two pieces of toast, slowly chewed them, and drank milk from time to time.
Outside the window, the drizzle dissipated and the sun shone brightly.
For the next week, Lumian was no longer busy, waiting calmly for the mental trauma left by the two recent battles to recover, looking for various opportunities to play the role of "arsonist", and slowly digesting the potion.
During this process, he also took the time to report to Mr. K on his recent work and the newly discovered evil organization.
The members of the Savoyard Party in the Breeze Ballroom were all surprised. The leader actually appeared for five or six days in a row, and stayed for a long time each time. Compared with the previous time when no one could be found at all, he was so dedicated that he looked like a fake.
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Charlie was equally surprised that Charles went to the basement bar to drink every night, making fun of this and laughing at that, and he himself was undoubtedly the biggest victim.
Just when Franka was so happy that she felt a little empty, and wanted to go to the Red House Cafe in Chaillot Town again, hinting Browns Soren not to forget to examine herself, "Hela"'s sterling silver skull head was about to be held
Notices of the special gathering were sent to Apartment 601, No. 3, White Coat Street, and to Lumian's abandoned safe house on White Coat Street.
Lumian hadn't been to that safe house for a while. If Franca hadn't asked him specifically after receiving the letter, he wouldn't have known about the letter.
Many members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" are like this. They have a fixed place to send and receive letters, but they don't live there. They just visit regularly to avoid being directly found by "Hela".
They still have a certain sense of safety when it comes to details like this.
Lumian came to the abandoned safe house on White Coat Street, unfolded the letter and saw what was written on it:
‘Muggle’:
"Tonight at ten o'clock, there will be a special gathering, and we need to discuss something very important that is related to everyone's safety.
At night, between three minutes and ten o'clock, Lumian recited the incantation containing hidden power in the safe house on Nightingale Street.
He immediately felt himself entering a state similar to a deep sleep, leaving the impression that his body was being erased with an eraser.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained consciousness and once again came to the ancient palace surrounded by the foggy town.
At this time, hundreds of members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" have arrived, and figures one after another are still flying through the large masquerade-like scene, using "lies" to look like Aurore and wearing wizards
Lumian, wearing a black robe and a half-face mask, came to the "Academy" group.
He glanced around and didn't see the member nicknamed "Pettigrew".
The "Professor" wearing a black butterfly mask, a tie shirt and a dark long coat was standing next to a man of medium height and thin build, with a brown kraft paper file bag on his head.
That was her husband "Associate Professor".
"Professor" looked at Lumian and asked curiously:
"Do you know what happened and why there was a special party?"
Lumian, who played the "Muggle" Aurore, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and sighed: "Because there is a traitor.
"Traitor..." "Professor" and other members of the "Academy" group repeated this word.
At this time, the president "Gandalf" who looked like a half-giant in a simple robe and a hood, and the vice-president "Hela" who was dressed as a black widow and covered with a veil, walked to the huge stone deep in the ancient palace at the same time.