I have already experienced a lot of "happiness" because of Moran Avni...
"Why not?" Lumian said with a smile, "Isn't this the same as if you want to make a powerful target happy, but you can't get close by yourself, so you can only use my help and pass me through? Well,
Happiness is not something that can only be done one-on-one, otherwise Browns Sauron's women's happy party would be meaningless. What we have to do now is equivalent to dealing with Moran Avni while also affecting other people.
goal.”
"This...but..." Franka had to admit that what Lumian said made sense, and that it was possible to realize it, but she felt that it was too much of a loophole, and it felt like she was taking advantage of a bug.
At the same time, Franka muttered something about Lumian:
Have you read too many underground books, or watched too many happy parties? Otherwise, why would you talk about one-to-many so naturally... Also, I would like to use your help in other matters and pass them through you.
For a moment, there is no problem, but when it comes to pleasure, this description is too strange...
Under the gaze of Anthony, who was quietly listening to the discussion, and Jenna, who was still a little confused, Lumian asked Franka:
"I'm assuming a scenario: when you were having fun with someone, another person happened to pass by and saw the corresponding scene. Therefore, he was strongly charmed and got pleasure on his own. Can that help you digest the pleasure?
A magic potion of pleasure?”
"Okay." Franka answered more firmly.
According to her experience, happiness does not require direct contact, nor can it only be fixed in one way. It only needs to meet the most basic condition of "the target is happy because of himself".
"The pleasure and pain are hard to extricate" is better.
After thinking about it, Franka was suddenly stunned for a moment:
In the world before I traveled over, as long as I could abandon dignity, shame, and morality, digesting the "happy" potion would be a very easy task. After completing the preparatory work, it might only take a few days, or even a few.
This goal of complete digestion can be achieved in just a few hours.
Lumian smiled back:
"What is the essential difference between the scene I just described and exchanging fragments of Moran Avni's fate with a certain pirate general to make him explode with lust?"
"No..." Franka was convinced.
She then sighed:
"You are really a master of bugs."
"What is a BUG?" Jenna asked confused.
Lumian had already heard this strange word from his sister Aurore and helped explain:
"BUG means exploiting a vulnerability."
Franka nodded:
"You know, sometimes, I wonder if it would be better if I chose the 'wrong' path."
"Then I may have become an Amon now." Lumian said with a self-aware smile.
Franka is also a very active person, otherwise she would not have drank the "witch" potion. She immediately asked:
"Which pirate general do we pick?
"Isn't this too dangerous? Each pirate general has his own fleet, many extraordinary people under his command, and there are different powerful forces hiding behind them."
"We just invite him to have fun and don't do anything else to him, so what do we have to worry about?" Lumian replied leisurely, "Even if we can't hold back, we will kill him. The big forces we have offended still have to kill him."
Is it missing? Those pirate generals are not people who abide by the law."
Seeing that Franka wanted to say something more, Lumian added:
"This is also a training for the team. Believe me, the combined number of us will not be worse than any pirate general's team. After that, we can also give Jenna a chance to digest the 'Witch' potion and give Anthony a chance to digest it."
Hypnotist's Potion of Chance."
"Yeah." Franka nodded, "Then let's collect intelligence first to see which pirate general's recent whereabouts are clearer."
You have to find someone first!
After confirming this matter, Franka once again lamented Lumian's trip to the underworld:
"This ended too quickly. I didn't contact '007' last night, and I haven't given him Jenna's messenger summoning method yet. I was thinking of going back to Trier tonight to complete this matter. Who knows, the whole
The commission is over immediately, there is no need to go to the Southern Continent anymore, and there is no need to give the '007' messenger any more summoning methods."
She originally thought that this mission would last several days, or even a week or two, but it was completed in one morning.
…………
Inside the Saint-Vieve Church.
Angoulême, wearing a brown woolen coat, stood at the door of the room, looking at the stairs leading to the heights.
Yesterday, he and many colleagues were asked to stay on duty overnight, but were not given a reason to do so.
Angoulême could vaguely guess, after all, he handed over the relevant information to the higher-ups.
As time passed slowly, a middle-aged man wearing a white robe with gold threads came up from the resplendent stairs.
The middle-aged man had black hair and brown eyes, a majestic temperament, and two neatly trimmed beards above his mouth.
Angoulême knew him, and he had had several contacts with him when dealing with some occult events in the Trier region.
This is Peacock, the senior deacon of the "Purifier" and one of the giants of the Inquisition.
He is not the direct superior of Angoulême, because he is responsible for the area around Trier, that is, the entire Trier region except Trier.
He is not a demigod of the "Sun" pathway, but a Sequence 4 "Fallen Earl" of the "Lawyer" pathway.
After Angoulême saw Peacock, he withdrew his gaze and shrank deeper into the room.
He suspected that this person was the core member of the "April Fool's Day" outside of the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" and had single-handedly directed the drama of "1-147", a humanoid sealed object, escaping from the control of the church.
The reason for Angouleme's suspicion is simple:
The core member lurking inside the church on "April Fool's Day" used "brokers" and "black-box transactions" to get other "purifiers" to let "1-147" go for other purposes, and the "lawyer"
The channel is somewhat similar to the "broker" channel, and is equally good at twisting the terms in transactions and agreements to achieve its own goals.
The demigods of this path have been involved in countless gray transactions, and are most likely to come into contact with "brokers" or be contacted by "brokers".
Before "Supervisor" Perle was discovered, because the sealed object "1-147" was not in Peacock's jurisdiction, and he never left his own tribunal during that time, the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church's investigation list
He has never been there, even though he, as the senior deacon of the "Purifier", knows the information of most "1" level sealed objects and the location of the seals.
Today, Peacock came to Saint-Vieve Church for a meeting.
The apparent reason is that in order to block the plans of the "Man in the Mirror" as soon as possible and get rid of these rats hiding in the darkness, the demigods in the Trier region need to communicate face to face and decide on a good plan.
When Peacock's figure in a white robe with gold threads disappeared into the stairs leading to the heights, Angoulême slowly exhaled and became alert to what might happen.
Just a minute or two later, Angoulême felt that the whole church was shaking slightly.
The movement only lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared. Except for those who had noticed similar things in advance, almost no one noticed it.
…………
In a room near the dome, bathed in sunlight.
Archbishop Plessy of Trier, Cardinal of the Church of the Eternal Sun, with blond hair and fair cheekbones, is standing next to a beautiful but holy woman wearing a white robe.
That’s Trier’s patron angel, St. Vieve!
Opposite them, near the door, Peacock's body was twisted, most of it had melted, and the inside seemed to be filled with white wax.
The "Purifier" senior deacon laughed and said:
"The 'Supervisor' informed me immediately that something was wrong with her. I have been using this dummy for the past few days!"
His true body is hidden in the dark, observing the situation, and no longer has contact with anyone in the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.
"Sure enough..." Archbishop Plessy of Trier sighed.
This was something that had been expected for a long time. If "Supervisor" Perle successfully escaped without being caught, he was destined to develop accordingly.
Although the church blocked Perle's escape during this period, it only tried its best and didn't hold out much hope.
"The Fallen Count" Peacock's wax dummy melted rapidly. Looking at Saint-Vieve's saintly face without any emotion, he laughed again with a slightly shrill voice:
"I just made the right and only choice.
"Crimson is bound to come. Only by surrendering to the great beings can we obtain shelter and survive the apocalypse!
"The crimson will surely come!"
After shouting the last words, Peacock's wax dummy completely turned into a pile of half-solidified and half-melted white wax.
Saint-Vieve, who was wearing a white robe with gold thread and no other accessories on her body, watched this scene quietly and said after a few seconds:
"Who made this dummy for him?"
"Perhaps it was through a 'broker' transaction." Archbishop Plessy of Trier replied in a deep voice.
Saint-Vieve kept his tone unchanged and said:
"There are not many extraordinary people who can make such a dummy."
"Well, this is a direction to pursue." Plessy nodded.
It is definitely not easy for a wax dummy to initially hide from an angel's senses. If you find its maker, it is possible to uncover the "broker" in the deal and the "supervisor" hiding behind the scenes.
Saint-Vieve continued:
"Inform all bishops, priests and purifiers of Peacock's fall, but do not issue a wanted warrant."
"Yes." Plessy also felt that a wanted order against a demigod would have no effect, and would instead damage the image of the church among the people.
…………
After a few days, Franca, Anthony and others collected information about the last appearance of the pirate generals and related whereabouts rumors through different channels.
Looking at the information in front of her, Franka patted the top paper and said to Lumian:
"Just him?"
Lumian took a glance and read out the target's name silently: