The layout of the Red House Cafe has a small town and country style. The enamel tableware, beamed ceilings, small grid tablecloths and wooden framed decorative paintings make it look simple and elegant, which is completely different from the gorgeous and fashionable appearance.
Franka ordered a cup of fragrant Intis coffee, sat by the window, and soaked up the sunshine.
She swept around casually and observed the few customers and waiters:
Most of them are women, especially the waiters, and there is not a single man. Their clothes are neat and elegant, and they have obviously received special training.
The only two men, like foreign wine merchants, sat opposite each other, discussing the impact of this year's abundant rain and sufficient sunshine on the quality of grapes. Among the three female customers, one was elderly, white-haired, and dressed He is simple and greets passers-by outside the window from time to time. He seems to belong to a local resident. He is about 30 years old. He has a black hat with a veil in his hand and wears a blue-waisted long skirt. His facial features are relatively ordinary. One has a good appearance, delicate eyebrows, natural brown hair with wave-like curls, a plain skirt, and a quiet temperament.
Except for the local old lady, the other two looked like participants of a happy party... Franca looked away, feeling that the first floor with dozens or twenty tables did not look like a place for a private party.
She suspected it was either in the basement or upstairs, closer to the red mushroom cap roof.
From where Franka was sitting, she could easily see the situation at the door. The big brown dog that Lumian had turned into lay there quietly, watching every human who entered and exited the Red House Cafe and the customers inside like he was basking in the sun. waiter.
No one cares about wild dogs on such a road, except for stray dogs passing nearby.
It bared its teeth and roared at Lumian, who occupied its usual position.
Lumian was very helpless. He couldn't really fight another dog in his dog's state, right?
For him, this is not a big problem, and he doesn't care much about face, but the important thing is that the "Art of Animal Creation" has sealed most of his extraordinary abilities, and even his strength is limited to the level of a dog. .
Of course, with the size of the big dog he has turned into, it is easy to bully small and medium-sized canine creatures, but the guy who is baring his teeth and claws at him now is also very big, but on the thin side.
Fight! Fight! Franka, who saw this scene through the window, suddenly became excited and couldn't control her emotions.
However, she didn't want to control it. It was rare for Lumian to encounter such a dilemma, which was more embarrassing than beating him. How could he not watch the excitement?
Lumian, who was lying by the door, raised his right palm, no, his right front leg. Based on the last experience, a trace of energy spread to his palm.
A slight sense of madness and the smell of blood that only Lumian could smell appeared in this extremely small range.
The big brown-haired dog, so thin that his bones could be seen, froze for a moment and ran away with his tail between his legs.
"Uh... Come on! Why did you run away?" Franka was disappointed in the Red House Cafe.
She couldn't figure out why the dog was suddenly afraid of Lumian.
That "Hunter" doesn't have any abilities, he can at most exude a provocative aura!
At the same time, Lumian laughed at himself in his heart:
"If the 'Blood Emperor' knew that I was using his breath to scare dogs, would he peel off my skin?"
After such an interlude, Franka returned her attention to the cafe.
She imitated the descriptions in fashion magazines, and based on her life experience over the past year, she drank coffee gracefully and from time to time did some daily actions that showed off her feminine charm.
She felt that almost everyone in the cafe was looking at her. Some people were quietly and very hidden, while some people were aboveboard and even showed her a kind smile.
The elderly local lady smiled at Franka, took the honey roasted chicken wings on the plate, and walked out of the Red House Cafe.
She stopped in front of Lumian and said to herself in surprise: "I changed it..."
Lumian suddenly had a bad premonition. He watched the old lady squat down and put the brown and oily grilled chicken wings in front of her mouth.
He hesitated for a second, then like a real dog, bit down on the chicken wing and began to chew, while letting the old lady stroke his furry head.
To be honest, he was still a little uncomfortable with the way canine creatures eat, but luckily, the old lady got up and left after petting him twice.
In the Red House Cafe, Franca watched Lumian clumsily tearing apart the chicken wings, unable to bear the amplified emotions, and laughed with a trembling body.
If she hadn't been concerned about her image, she would have laughed and leaned forward.
She also wanted to get some food to feed Lumian!
Franka, who no longer deliberately imitated and showed her natural state, looked more attractive to others in the cafe.
The mysterious charm of black hair and brown eyes, and the elegant and casual behavior make her attractive unlike other women.
At this moment, a woman wearing a light hunting suit rode a brown horse, returning from the racecourse near the East Logne Forest, and stopped in front of the Red House Cafe.
She dismounted neatly and took off the hat on her head.
The long orange-red hair immediately broke away from its restraints and fell down like a waterfall, adding a bit of wildness to the clean, pure and delicate face.
The woman in hunting clothes tied up her horse, took a riding whip, entered the Red House Cafe, and walked towards the young woman with a quiet temperament and good looks.
Franca had stopped laughing at Lumian, feeling that the new woman was more of a partygoer than anyone else here.
Although she is the most beautiful, has the most exquisite facial features, and looks very innocent, she has the aura to play a man.
In women's happy parties, such people must exist.
Franka raised her right hand and lifted the black hair that fell to her lips, showing her feminine charm without any trace.
The woman with long orange-red hair was subconsciously looking at the people in the cafe. At this time, she was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she was shocked.
But Lumian, who was lying quietly at the door, noticed that the woman in hunting clothes frowned slightly after being surprised.
She withdrew her gaze and continued to walk towards the quiet woman with wavy hair, lowering her head and teasing her a few words.
Then, the two of them walked along the wooden stairs to the second floor while chatting easily.
Franka looked at them from the corner of her eyes, and she probably had some guesses in her mind:
These two people are most likely participants in women's happy parties, but I don't know whether they belong to "Meeting at the Moment" or "Daffodil".
Franca drank her coffee slowly without making any attempts.
After more than half an hour, she saw that the two people still hadn't come down, so she took the initiative to leave her seat and walked out of the Red House Cafe normally.
She planned to stop here today, and if she was too eager to contact him, she would definitely be suspected.
She planned to fake her identity as living in the nearby Marina Lavigne, and then come to the town of Chaillot every two or three days, or even more frequently. After all, this is a famous wine producing area, the scenery is also good, and there are many tourists every day. Coming over here must have been a very strong attraction for a woman new to the area.
Lumian was still lying quietly at the door of the Red House Cafe, as if it had nothing to do with Franka.
Almost at the same time, he was looking around and saw the beautiful girl with long orange-red hair standing behind a certain glass window on the second floor.
She stared at Franka's back quietly, her expression not that of a homosexual, but serious, vigilant and thoughtful.
Why did she have such a reaction? Did she discover that there was something wrong with Franka? How did she discover it? Lumian was puzzled, and stood up as if he was basking in the sun, and went around to the alley between the Red House Cafe and the side building.
This is closer to the direction Franka left.
Soon, the woman in a hunting suit with long orange-red hair appeared behind the glass window on the side of the second floor.
She looked around and saw that no one was paying attention here. There was only a big brown dog sleeping in the corner, so she gently opened the window and landed in the alley like a feather.
Immediately afterwards, this girl with a clean face and pure temperament hid in the shadows.
The "drowsy" Lumi watched this scene quietly, thoughts running through his mind:
"Yu Luo... the shadow is hidden... the beautiful appearance... the outstanding charm... is this a 'witch'?
"It is precisely because she is also a 'witch' that she noticed something abnormal in Franka's appearance and charm and decided to follow up and observe?"
Lumian stood up, stretched out his four legs, and followed Franka from a distance like he was walking.
As for the long-orange-haired woman in hunting attire, she was always hiding in the shadows. Lumian could not determine her location. He only knew that she must be not far from Franka.
Franca was in no hurry to leave the town of Chaillot. Like a true tourist, she visited the nearest vineyard, tasted the free red wine in the store, and bought some local specialties.
Near noon, she entered a department store in this wealthy town and tried on women's clothing of various styles.
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Lumian lost sight of Franka, and then saw the clean-faced woman in hunting clothes walking out of the shadows in the corner of the department store, looking around.
She was also dumped by Franca.
A happy smile appeared on Lumian's innocent dog face.
Getting rid of the imaginary stalker is the last step of today's action. Franka, who has the assistance of "Lie" and can counter divination, does a great job!
She must have used the shoppers here to try on clothes as a cover, changed her image, and left openly.
After the hunter's search for the woman in hunting attire failed and she returned to the Red House Cafe, Lumian also left the town of Chaillot and headed towards the Erato District.
He wanted to conduct a field survey of the environment around Red Swan Castle while he was still a dog.
——Guillaume Benet's "Animal Creation Technique" can last for seven days. When the time is up, it will naturally disappear and the ceremony must be held again.
Just as Lumian expected, Red Swan Castle was the beige castle stained with a lot of ancient blood in his nightmare. It stood quietly on the top of a hill and was surrounded by a small river.
Lumian walked around here several times and came to the nearest church building - the Sacred Heart Monastery of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church.
