Lumian understood Franka's concerns and said with a smile:
"Two directions:
"The first is to ask your Major Arcana card if you want to take the opportunity to contact the Witch Sect. You are originally a male, so you don't have to worry about being cleared. As long as you can pass the corresponding background check, you can use their resources to improve yourself. But if you can't pretend When you go down, ask your Major Arcana to give you a mission to stay away from Trier, and run away.
"Think about it, you have reached Sequence 6. Most of the higher-level resources are controlled by the Witch Sect. It is much simpler and safer to blend in with them and obtain them from within than to fight against them and risk hunting. Of course, the premise is that your Major Arcana card can provide a way to hide from the gaze of the 'Primary Witch'."
Franca was stunned for a moment and muttered:
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"Why do you look so skilled..."
Lumian sneered:
"Have you lost your memory? I'm doing something similar right now, lurking into the Iron Cross on behalf of the Tarot Society.
"What is the biggest benefit of this? After I complete the mission of the 'Iron Cross', I can not only ask Gardner Martin for rewards, but also report to my Major Arcana card, using the excuse of making progress while lurking, Get a reward from her, a task, and two rewards. Otherwise, why do you think the number of magical items on my body can increase so quickly?"
Of course, the main contributor is Mr. K, but there is no need to talk to Franka about this.
"One mission, two rewards..." Franka repeated it several times before suddenly realizing, "I have been cooperating with you to carry out tasks related to the 'Iron-Blooded Cross'. Will this conflict with contact with the Witch Sect? "
Lumian looked like "you are still not very skilled":
"There is no conflict. How could there be a conflict? Just confess to the Witch Sect and say that you hope to be able to switch to Sequence 4.
Go to the 'Hunter' path and change back to your original gender, so there are enough clues and great progress in tracking the 'Iron Cross'.
"According to what you said, those 'witches' all changed from male to female. I don't believe they didn't think of using the jump path to find their lost things. This reason is enough to convince them.
"Furthermore, the 'Witch' and the 'Hunter' are adjacent paths. They must have some ideas and intentions towards the 'Iron-Blooded Cross'. Since you have the opportunity to break into the latter, there is a high probability that they will not stop it, but will do more. Value you.
"The most important thing is that in that case, you will become the person in charge of the market area and the 'Iron-Blooded Cross' related affairs of the Witch Sect. If you want the 'Witches' above to know what happens here, they will know. If you don’t want them to know, they won’t know, for example, the existence of Jenna, the female ‘assassin’.”
Speaking of this, Lumian smiled:
"You can also harvest the wool of the Witch Sect to cultivate Jenna. When the time comes, the high-ranking 'Witches' find out that a powerful pure female 'Witch' was fed by their own sect. Will they be so angry that they lose control on the spot?"
This is very interesting to think about, it can be said to be the ultimate provocation and ridicule.
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Franka nodded invisibly:
"You kid, if you drink the 'Instigator' potion, maybe it can be completely digested in a week."
"I'm just igniting a certain fire in your heart." Lumian leaned back on the sofa.
Franka said "ha", half sarcastically and half jokingly:
"If I really join the Witch Sect, and you have reached the qualitative change point of Sequence 5, and you have not obtained the Sequence 4 potion formula and corresponding main materials from the 'Iron-Blooded Cross', should you consider turning into a 'Witch'?"
Lumian thought carefully and said:
"It depends on the situation. If you urgently need the personality and strength of Sequence 4 to complete something, it's not impossible to switch. Choose whichever is simpler and easier."
"..." Franka was a little stunned after hearing this, "You, you really don't have any psychological burden?"
Talk about such an important choice as if you should drink absinthe or renzi tonight.
Lumian responded using a word his sister had said:
"I'll do whatever it takes."
He then added:
“As long as the purpose can be achieved.
"Besides, wouldn't it be enough to switch back to Sequence 3?"
"How can it be said that it can be transferred? The vast majority of Extraordinary people will never be promoted to Sequence 4, let alone Sequence 3. The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, whether it is the probability of losing control or the acquisition of resources." Fu. Lanka felt that Lumian thought of things too simply.
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Lumian smiled and said:
"Anyway, isn't it time to fantasize and confirm whether it is feasible?"
Franka was speechless and asked instead:
"Didn't you say there are two directions? What is the other one?"
"Find a way to hunt down the 'witch' of the witch sect, get detailed information about the women's happy party from her, and then target the participants who are suspected to be members of the 'Blessed Society', and lock down the relationship with Susanna Matisse as soon as possible Close those core members to eliminate hidden dangers." Lumian said in a simple way.
"This is also feasible, but if the members of the 'Blessed Society' did not really participate in the women's happy party, but only contacted some of them, simply hunting the 'witch' may not be able to get the information we want, and the witch will inevitably be attracted later The high-level power of the sect is paying attention, and there is no chance to investigate further." Franka thought and analyzed, "I will contact my Major Arcana first to see what she thinks about my contact with the Witch Sect."
She was a little moved by Lumian's words.
Lumian said "Yeah" and did not rush Franka. After all, she would not go to the Red House Cafe in Chaillot again in two or three days.
Before that, there was an invitation to the Salon from Count Puyver.
On the third day after surveying the surroundings of Red Swan Castle and notifying Ms. Magician and Mr. K of the invitation, Lumian arrived at the beige ancient castle in a four-wheeled, four-seater carriage provided by Gardner Martin. fort.
He was not dressed too formally, no tuxedo, no top hat, not even a gentleman's cane.
He was wearing a light brown thin hunting suit, off-white breeches, and a pair of brown boots. He was holding a Loen-style deerstalker hat in his hand, letting his golden-black hair blow in the wind.
According to some anecdotes that Aurore mentioned during the chat, Lumian knew that in similar salons with a literary and artistic nature, dressing too grandly would make him look out of place with other participants and make him look like a fool.
Of course, this suit was also deducted from Gardner Martin's new activity fund of 10,000 Firkin, and cost him a full 1,000 Firkin.
Lumian took the invitation, accepted the inspection by the guard, and passed through the heavy gate several meters high.
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There is a hall here, but the layout is relatively simple, like a resting place for the butlers, valets, maids, and guards brought by the guests when a large banquet is held.
Lumian looked around to confirm that this was not the hall in his nightmare.
Passing through here is the atrium at the rear, and opposite the atrium is the main building of Red Swan Castle.
It is six or seven stories high and is surrounded by a ring of towers.
Lumian subconsciously raised his head and looked at a narrow window on the third floor.
In his nightmare, a man with dark red hair dug out his brown eyes behind the glass.
At this time, there was nothing behind the transparent glass window, reflecting the slightly mottled light-colored walls.
Mottled... Why don't you repaint the walls in the room? Aurore once said that the annual repair costs for similar castles are astronomical... Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked into the main building. architecture.
As soon as he passed the opposite door, his eyes narrowed and his heart became a little heavier.
This hall looked exactly like the one in his nightmare!
Whether it is the crystal chandelier hanging high up or the spiral gold-inlaid staircase leading to the second floor, they are almost identical to those in the dream.
Although Lumian had expected this, his emotions were still a bit complicated when he actually encountered it.
The male servants in the hall were all wearing bright red uniforms with gold trim, and were neatly lined up in two rows to welcome his arrival.
Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw it, and he felt that the red color was as bright as flowing blood.
The salon is located in the large living room on the first floor. It is elegantly decorated and covered with thick dark red patterned carpets. There is a set of sofas placed near the window, and high stools and armchairs are scattered around the sofas.
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On the other side of the living room, a tall girl was sitting in front of the brown piano. She was wearing a simple, elegant and clean sky-blue patterned white tunic dress, with her brown-red hair hanging naturally on her back.
When Lumian walked into the large living room, the girl's hands were sliding on the keys, bringing out a melody like the tinkling of spring water.
Count Puyver was sitting on the single sofa. An elegant lady with black hair and blue eyes squatted next to him, leaning on the armrest, talking to him with a low smile.
No matter the novelist Anoli, the painter Mullen, the critic Ernst Yong and the poet Elitte, they all took their female companions, chatting in the sofa area, or wandering around the table with desserts and barbecues.
In addition to them, there were other guests, and Lumian saw a familiar face at a glance.
That was Laurent who lived in the Golden Rooster Hotel, the bastard who was said to have used the hard-earned money of his mother, Madame Lacazin, to go to high-end cafes and meet people from the upper class.
Laurent was still wearing the neat black tuxedo, and his brown hair was neatly combed into three-quarter lengths. He was incompatible with the casually dressed writers, painters, poets, and critics around him.
He was not restrained by this, his dark brown eyes were always smiling, and his slightly thin lips kept saying greetings.
The next second, Laurent also saw Lumian, and his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had met an evil ghost.
This, isn't this the current owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel, the notorious gang leader, Charles Dubois?
In an instant, Laurent felt a strong fear in his heart.
He was worried that the other party would expose his identity and cause him to lose the connections he had finally built up!
He is only one step away from success!
Oh, you are doing well, you can even get an invitation to this kind of salon... Lumian smiled at Laurent and pointed at himself, meaning that we belong to the same people, pretending not to know each other. That's it.
While Laurent breathed a sigh of relief, Lumian walked towards Count Puyver.
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He complained casually and naturally:
"I didn't say I wanted to bring a female companion. You guys make me look like a fool!"
"Haha." Count Puyver and others laughed, feeling proud that the prank was successful.
After finishing laughing, Count Puyver pointed to the girl playing the piano:
"If you don't mind, you can invite my cousin, Miss Eloise.
