Franka walked to the full-length mirror and put the silver-white "Lie" ear clip on her left ear.
The skin on her face suddenly became translucent, and granulations seemed to grow one after another underneath.
Immediately afterwards, these granulations wriggled and changed, and gathered together again.
In just twenty or thirty seconds, Franka turned into the Aurore that Lumian had disguised.
After adjusting repeatedly for a while, she straightened her blond hair, looked at herself in the mirror and said:
"Aurore is really beautiful... 'Lie' is so amazing, it can actually do it to this extent."
"Have you never used 'lie' before?" Jenna, who was standing nearby, asked doubtfully.
She remembered that Franca had used it more than once.
Franka said with a "hehe" smile:
"It has been useless for too long. I feel sorry for you. Moreover, after I became a 'happy witch' and tried to use 'lies' to fine-tune my appearance, I didn't dare to do it again for fear of falling in love with myself and being addicted to myself.
I can't extricate myself from the beauty.
"Now I just simply retouched Aurore's face, and I feel that she is so beautiful. I don't know how beautiful such a natural beauty will be if she takes the 'Witch' path, 'Lie' and 'Witch', ugh, it's really amazing
It’s too easy to go back. I would rather live in a lie than face the truth.”
Seeing that Franka could still laugh at herself and joke, Jian Na breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a smile and said:
"For us 'witches', 'lies' are the most delicious poison."
Franka said "hmm", turned to the full-length mirror again, and adjusted her height.
Before going out, she looked at Jian Na and asked thoughtfully:
"It will take two or three good performances before your 'Witch' potion can be completely digested, right?"
"Yes, if you just rely on similar performances as in the past, it will take time and practice." Jenna knew what Franka was going to say as soon as she heard it.
Just like the words she often talks about, she wants to teach some experience in life, no, digestion.
Franka, wearing the face of the beautiful version of Aurore, laughed:
"I think you have been ignoring the black magic of 'witches' in your portrayal. Think about it, is black magic an important part of various witch legends? And a large part of those witch legends should be real 'witches'
What remains.
"You can try to find a villain, a guy who deserves to be hanged, collect his hair and flesh, issue a warning in advance as a witch, and torture him with black magic every day until he dies."
Jian Na thought about it for a while and said:
"You can try it."
Although, I still hope that you will become the "Pleasure Witch" and things will turn around... Franka sighed secretly, but kept a smile on her face, pulled up her hood, walked out of the door, and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.
The scheduled offline gathering place is at No. 6 Bellafort Street in the Boulevard District. It is a four-story bungalow with a garden. It is a top-notch luxury residence in a wealthy area, but it has been used for rent.
, the annual rent is 15,000 Firkin, and foreign dukes, bankers, diplomats, etc. have lived there.
Now, it has no long-term tenants and is temporarily rented for a week by a "professor" who organizes parties.
After passing through the garden with gas street lamps lit and bypassing the fountain with the statue, Franka arrived at the door of the bungalow with brisk steps and saw a table with a sign-in book on it.
This is the simplest form of identity verification to prevent some weird Trier people from entering by mistake.
Franka quickly recalled Aurore's notes, imitated the handwriting on it, and signed the word "Muggle" deliberately crookedly to appear concealed.
There seemed to be a line of sight projected in the void, and it stayed on the sign-in book for two seconds.
In silence, the door of the bungalow opened and Franka stepped inside.
After walking a few steps, she quickly slowed down and carefully recalled the walking postures of real "Muggles" and fake "Muggles" at various gatherings of the Curly Baboon Research Society.
Franka, who is very professional in this matter of acting, used dream divination and other methods to dig out the memories buried deep in her mind beforehand, and it didn't take long to grasp the charm of Aurore's walking.
She shortened her steps and made her waist a little lighter.
The living room of this bungalow is decorated in a family atmosphere, and the red and yellow dotted everywhere bring an indescribable feeling of warmth.
The seven or eight members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who attended this party all wore the same disguises as in the "Land of Night" to show their identities. Some of them were sitting on the sofa area, drinking and chatting, and some were gathered in the
In the corner, a game of darts was being played.
The "Professor" wearing a black butterfly mask, holding the prepared orange cocktail, left the sofa and faced Franka.
Her pale lips showed a smile and said:
"How about we have a chat first, exchange information on the recent situation, and then drink, play board games, sing, and play cards together?"
Okay, okay, if the offline gathering is just about trading items, exchanging mystical knowledge, and not organizing some entertainment projects, then what’s the point of having a gathering? One of the reasons why Franka is willing to come to this real-life gathering is because she hasn’t been with her for a long time.
The "fellows" played together - there were some things that I wanted to teach Lumian and Jenna and let them fully understand, but it was too much trouble.
Dragging a high stool, Franka sat down next to the "Professor" in a ladylike manner. She turned her attention to the "Periodic Table of Elements" and "Isotopes" and other acquaintances, guessing whether there was any hidden "Mr." among them.
Member of the Trappist Order.
"Muggle, have you settled in Trier?" The member of the "Academy" group with a periodic table of elements painted on his face asked Franka curiously.
Franka restrained her overly active side and only showed it a little to match the daily behavior of a "Muggle". She smiled and replied:
"That's it for now.
"But given the situation in Trier, I actually don't want to live here for a long time. I may move out after a while."
She was gently reminding the "fellows" that the metropolis of Trier was full of dangers, as if it were built on an active volcano and could erupt at any time.
"Why do you say that?" Sure enough, the "professor" very keenly asked the question Franka wanted them to ask.
Franka's lips curved into a smile.
She pointed to the ground:
"I encountered some things in Trier underground, and I feel that many great dangers are brewing underground, and they don't know when they will erupt."
"For example, 'Man in the Mirror'?" "Professor" asked thoughtfully.
Franka nodded slightly:
"right."
She didn't say much. On the one hand, it was confidential, and on the other hand, even if she did say it, others might not believe it in the absence of evidence.
"Professor", "Isotope" and others all fell silent, wondering what they were thinking. "Associate Professor" and others who were playing darts returned to the sofa area one after another, taking the topic to other aspects.
During the communication process, Franka was much more active than Lumian before, because she knew many code words and understood many things. She was not afraid of making mistakes or not being able to catch jokes.
"Professor" glanced at her and said happily:
"It feels like you have gotten over the incident of being murdered on April Fool's Day, and have returned to your original state. You are no longer as silent as you were some time ago, and you mostly just watch."
Uh... Franka suddenly felt like she had messed up.
It’s not that I didn’t do a good job of pretending to be a “Muggle” this time. On the contrary, I did it too well.
If Lumian were replaced later, the members of the "Academy" team would definitely wonder why she was in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder again?
You can’t say you’ve suffered another injury, right?
Franka's mind was spinning with thoughts, and she quickly found a reason:
"Actually, I haven't completely come out of it yet. Some wounds may never heal in my lifetime. But just now everyone was chatting happily, which made me feel like I've gone back to the past."
The "Professor" expressed her understanding. Just as she was about to say something more, her face, which was not covered by the black butterfly mask, suddenly became distorted and her eyes bulged, as if she was suffering from great pain.
She slowly bent her back, raised her hands, and held her head tightly.
Franka was stunned for a moment, and quickly scanned the others, and found that "Associate Professor", "Isotope" and "Periodic Table of Elements" had similar behaviors. Only two party members who were not "wizards" showed no abnormalities.
Yes, I am also a "Wizard" now... Franka imitated the "Professor" and others' performance, while recalling the pain she suffered during the promotion ceremony, she also felt like she had a splitting headache.
After two or three minutes, "Professor" straightened up and slowly exhaled.
The non-Wizard member codenamed "Griffin" asked in confusion:
"What's wrong with you guys?"
Just as he raised the question, "Griffin" suddenly had a flash of inspiration:
"Is the evil god 'Hidden Sage' instilling knowledge again?"
The "associate professor" wearing a brown brown paper bag said with a bitter smile:
"Yes."
"It turned out to be broadcast style. I always thought it was one-on-one." "Griffin" sighed for a while.
"There are both situations." "Professor" rubbed his head and said to Franka, "Periodic Table of Elements" and others, "Have you noticed how frequently the 'Hidden Sage' instilled knowledge after that terrifying rainstorm? and the frequency of broadcast indoctrination has increased significantly."
"Yes." "Periodic Table of Elements" nodded solemnly.
Seeing that all the "wizards" present recognized the "professor"'s statement, Franka also nodded.
She thought thoughtfully:
Is this abnormality related to the "Heavenly Master"?
At that time, the seal of Trier in the Fourth Age was opened, allowing some power to leak out, causing the already crazy "Hidden Sage" to become even crazier?
——Franka knew that the terrifying rainstorm mentioned by the "Professor" was referring to the time when the "Hotel" project briefly opened the seal of Trier in the Fourth Age.
PS: I recommend a book, "Dragon Hidden", which tells the story of the industrial revolution that took place in the oriental fantasy world. The author is Yanyu Jiangnan Da.
When I mention this person, I can't help but sigh. The Great Prophecy gave me a great shock back then, and it also had a great influence on my subsequent creations.