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Chapter 1038: The Team

After Franca put away the Demoness of Unaging Beyonder characteristic that had coalesced after being shattered, Madam Magician said to the three of them. "Apart from some easier-to-find materials that are merely symbolic, we should have everything else. What remains is preparing for the ritual. I can help anytime."

"Thank you," Lumian thought for a moment and asked, "Should we leave now?"

Madam Magician smiled and said, "Angel-level Beyonder characteristics, especially Sequence 1, are not only limited but very rare, and their locations are relatively certain. If there were anything similar in this treasure trove, it could only be Sequence 2, and most likely from the Hunter pathway."

Lumian pointed to the end of the deep corridor. "As one of the Blood Emperor's resurrection arrangements, the corresponding Beyonder characteristic is behind that mirror, together with His Mirror Person, perhaps even already absorbed and merged by His Mirror Person?"

In other words, it was almost impossible to find Angel-level Beyonder characteristics, including Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, in other rooms along the corridor, so Lumian and the others had no need to continue exploring.

Of course, this was just one reason. More importantly, the Blue Avenger belonged to Mr. Hanged Man, and theoretically this treasure vault was also his- equivalent to his private property. He had only allowed Lumian and the others to take the corresponding materials earlier based on a promise. If Lumian and the others were to open other rooms and take other items. it would be too disrespectful to the owner.

Though Madam Magician didn't explicitly say this, all three Demonesses understood and expressed their wish to leave now and think about how to arrange the ritual.

Mr. Hanged Man nodded without any change in expression.

"You can return through the mirror world. Madam Magician and I still have some matters to attend to."

"Alright," Lumian replied with a smile.

He could roughly guess what Mr. Hanged Man wanted to do.

As captain of the Blue Avenger, Mr. Hanged Man had no Tudor remnant aura, no corresponding bloodline, and wasn't on either the Hunter or Demoness pathway. Though guarding a treasure vault, he had difficulty entering it and could only wait for Lumian to open the "access control." Only with Madam Magician's positioning and help could he enter. Of course he couldn't miss this opportunity and had to explore a bit and take some useful items.

These might be Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts that could help improve his strength, or Beyonder characteristic- related items that could help him cultivate more and stronger subordinates, or special items that could either be useful at critical moments or point to certain secrets of the Tudor Empire.

How others explored their own vault was none of Lumian's business. He took out a mirror and led Franca and Jenna out of the vault, then used teleportation to return to the luxurious villa in Trier.

Since the matters of Madame Pualis and infant Omebella were still under investigation, Lumian hadn't returned to his originally rented apartment to meet with his subordinate Lugano. He was still wary of potential issues related to the Great Mother that might exist with him.

"Where's Ludwig?" Jenna looked around the living room and asked Anthony, who was focused on reading the newspaper.

Anthony pointed toward the villa's annex.

"In the kitchen.

"After eating Trier's food for several days, he misses the food from the dream city and wants to try making some himself."

Suddenly, an image appeared in Lumian and the others' minds: Ludwig moving a chair into the kitchen. then standing on it, struggling to handle kitchen utensils that didn't quite match his size and height...

"I miss it too," Franca said excitedly, "Look, look, this is what a professional Chef is like-just eight years old!

Jenna nodded and said to Lumian and the others, "I'm going to the telegraph office nearby to send a telegram to Julien. He's coming back to Trier next week, and I need to ask about the specific time and whether he's taking a boat or steam locomotive."

She wasn't in a rush to discuss her own ritual, as there was already a preliminary plan.

Once Lumian became a Demoness of Unaging and borrowed the Gift of the Land, after communicating well with the Tarot Club and the Church of Knowledge, they would take her to the City of Exiles to advance using the criminals there.

The only problem with this plan was that once Jenna successfully advanced, she would become a Sequence 4 demigod, which conflicted with Morora's rules and would cause negative changes to 0-01.

The current solution was to ask the Church of Knowledge for help, assisting Madam Magician, so this Door pathway Angel could transfer the newly- advanced Jenna away directly using pre-left marks without entering Morora.

Lumian had privately asked Jenna if she wanted to consider using the Sword of Courage to switch to becoming an Iron-blooded Knight. With the current team's composition and rapport, the corresponding ritual wouldn't be difficult after some time adjusting. But Jenna still hoped to continue on the path of pure female Demonesses.

She told Lumian this was currently her only special trait, and once she switched to Hunter, she would lose it. Special traits represented both unknown, huge risks and potential encounters and significant gains. With the apocalypse seemingly approaching early, she was willing to take the corresponding risks in exchange for rapid sequence and power growth to better protect those she wanted to protect.

Lumian didn't try to persuade her further at the time. only sighing and quoting a dream city saying, "Fortune favors the bold."

After Jenna put on her sunhat and lowered her black veil to cover her face, leaving the luxurious villa, Lumian said to Anthony. "Do you want to continue with the Psychology Alchemists mission?

Anthony had already been assigned to Lumian, the new Mr. Chariot, and could completely stop the original mission given by Madam Justice.

Before Anthony could respond, Lumian laughed.

"You're about to become a Sequence 4 Manipulator. Those people who play with people's minds won't let a demigod not cultivated by their own organization enter their core levels."

Anthony had digested the Sequence 5 potion Dreamwalker faster than Lumian and the others because during this time, he had been active, walking. and working in a great existence's true dream.

"About to?" Anthony asked puzzlingly.

Had the Major Arcana cardholders found the corresponding Beyonder ingredients?

That couldn't be so easy, right? If it were that easy, Madam Susie would have become a demigod long ago.

Lumian tucked his falling hair behind his ear and smiled. "Madam Justice has been searching for an ancient dragon. She's had some results but kept missing it. After Mr. Fool Initially awoke, he gave her a revelation that should be very useful. We might see results soon."

Anthony nodded and after considering for a few seconds said, "I want to continue my contact with the Psychology Alchemists, but no longer seek to enter their core levels.

"After becoming a demigod, I'll also hide my Sequence and deal with them in my current state. This is a very good intelligence channel, and I don't want to give it up."

"Alright," Lumian indeed needed such intelligence channels.

After exchanging a few more words, he and Franca went upstairs.

Walking on the thick carpet in the corridor, Lumian turned his head toward Franca. "You no longer need to do the Demoness Sect's mission."

This was a mission from Madam Justice, and since Franca was now subordinate to The Chariot, Lumian had full authority to help her stop this matter.

Franca was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Since you've chosen this current path, I think figuring out the situation with the Primordial Demoness and the secrets of the special mirror world are inevitable tasks, and none of these can bypass the Demoness Sect.

"Whether or not I've been exposed, even if they use me or set traps through this, it's still a good entry point. Having connections means having opportunities."

Lumian looked at Franca without speaking.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, Franca could only ask with a smile. "Are you moved?"

"Yes." Lumian nodded.

"Oh... why aren't you being stubborn this time? Now I don't know how to respond..." Franca mumbled. "Actually, Jenna continuing on the Demoness pathway also involves this kind of thinking."

Before Lumian could speak again, she forcefully changed the topic. "Let me ask a question, purely out of curiosity.

"If you briefly use the War Bishop power within the seal, will your body change?"

Normally, physical changes brought by a boon's power, as long as they didn't cause immediate collapse, occurred gradually and subtly over time However, the boon powers of both Hunter and Demoness pathways inherently possessed the quality of changing the body.

"Yes, the body will, but the spirit won't" Lumian explained simply.

Taking potions to change gender would affect the spirit as well, like Franca-when her Astral Projection roamed the spirit world, her form was also female. But changes brought by boons were limited to body and mind, meaning that even if Lumian returned to a male state using the War Bishop powers within the seal, his spirit would still appear as Lumina.

Franca immediately became excited. "Can you try it, let me see?"

If this worked, she could seek corresponding boons in the future. Then she could be a man when she wanted to be a man, a woman when she wanted to be a woman, and neither if she preferred!

After all, Lumian's goal was to resurrect Aurore, which meant he would reach very high levels, and seeking temporary boons from him wouldn't have any hidden dangers.

Before Lumian could respond, Franca shook her head.

"Never mind, never mind. The Lie earring uses corresponding Beyonder power to change the body without any pain, but changes brought by this kind of boon powers come with the power itself-they're forced, uncontrollable, and must be very painful. Never mind."

"You've been both a Demoness of Affliction and a Demoness of Despair, what pain are you afraid of?" Lumian teased, as his body suddenly changed.

There was both the writhing of flesh and the creaking of bones.

Lumian's face contorted for several seconds before settling into his original male appearance, but more handsome, with more of that masculine charm.

Franca watched with both concern and curiosity, then said, "It really works..."

Her eyes moved slightly, and she added, "Can you close your eyes?"

Lumian didn't refuse.

Then, he heard Franca sigh and say,

"We all know you see your female body as your sister's, and unless she agrees, you won't do anything suggestive with it. We respect your thoughts and Aurore herself, but, but sometimes we still want to see Lumian, to hug Lumian…"

Just as Lumian was about to speak, a warmth pressed against his lips.

After a peaceful, serene, and sweet moment of entanglement, Franca pulled back.

Lumian opened his eyes to see she was suddenly slightly taller than him.

Instinctively, Lumian looked down and discovered that several layers of ice crystal steps had formed beneath Franca's feet at some point.

Franca opened her eyes wide and said, "This time I took the initiative, and I thought kissing you from above felt more appropriate for the current mood!"

"Whatever you like," Lumian said noncommittally.

Franca jumped down from the ice crystal steps and sighed again. "Change back now, minimize the influence of the boon."

She then pressed her lips together, clapped her hands once, and said with a smile, "With the apocalypse approaching and everyone in this situation, let's just make do for now!"

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    Lumian opened his eyes to see she was suddenly slightly taller than him.

    Instinctively, Lumian looked down and discovered that several layers of ice crystal steps had formed beneath Franca's feet at some point.

    Ik this is an emotionally significant moment, but I just found this to be f#cking hilarious swindler
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    Nothing gay. Just kissing your homie
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    But Jenna still hoped to continue on the path of pure female Demonesses.


    Adam: sounds like a very reasonable development if you ask me wiseacre
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    PRAISE THE FOOL
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    super gay
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      Woman who used to be a man kissing a woman with the appearance of a man who used to be a genuine man

      Homosexual levels are off the charts bro
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        I'm surprised how China hasn't banned it yet, in BL manhuas even a kiss is censored.
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          how do you know that. do you read BL manhuas?
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            No need to move like Doakes for that
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    Franca immediately became excited. "Can you try it, let me see?"

    Dayum... someone's thirsty mask

    choose the correct answer--
    [Q] her kissing him is
    [a] gay
    [b] lesbian
    [c] straight
    [d] all of the above
    stare
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      Lumian is originally a man, who identifies as man, in a woman's body which has been temporarily changed into a man, kissed by someone originally a man, whose self identification is blurry and in a woman's body. Idk bro the answer should be none of the above
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      Bi maybe?
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      gay , it's gay
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      It’s hetero, clearly. Franka dithers a lot but I think it’s pretty clear to see their actual self identity at this point is a woman. And Lumian’s never once thought of himself as a girl, regardless of his body. So it’s just a magical girl kissing a temporarily transformed and transmuted boy.
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    Lumian tucked his falling hair behind his ear and smiled. "Madam Justice has been searching for an ancient dragon. She's had some results but kept missing it. After Mr. Fool Initially awoke, he gave her a revelation that should be very useful. We might see results soon."

    This poor dragon is not only lusted after by a rabbit but by a dog.....
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      "Just leave me alone ! Please..." The mind dragon, probably
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    1052 Reluctantly Showing Off






    Late at night.

    Neither Anthony's intelligence channels, nor Franca's gang informants, nor Jenna's neighborhood contacts were able to provide any information related to the Sick Church.

    Franca sat down at the mechanical typewriter, turned on the wireless telegraph transceiver, preparing to ask 007 if the Eternal Blazing Sun Church had gathered any valuable intelligence.

    'Ding, group message notification: Hidden Blade, who did another good deed today, has joined the chat!' Franca announced her arrival in the telegraph group.

    Before she could send a second message, she saw a telegram come in with 007 as the header: 'Hidden Blade, you didn't actually advance to Sequence 4, but to Sequence 3, right?'

    The other telegrams that should have responded to Franca suddenly came to a halt.

    Franca was stunned at first, then understood.

    Wow, I originally didn't want to show off about this, but you helped me do it anyway?

    She felt she should display three parts helplessness, three parts pain, three parts confusion, plus one part inevitable secret joy, so she carefully replied: 'Ah… yes.'

    After a brief, indescribable silence, one telegram after another was spat out by the small analyzer under queue control, accompanied by clicking sounds.

    The mechanical typewriter seemed overwhelmed, working so hard it might start smoking.

    'Are you serious?'

    'Hidden Blade, that kind of joke isn't funny, it's too cruel!'

    'Hidden Blade, I remember you mentioning just a month ago that you were a Sequence 5 Demoness of Affliction, and now you're Sequence 3 in just a month? Even a rocket isn't that fast!'

    'Have you been blessed by the God of Fortune lately?'

    'A Sequence 3 Demoness, I can't imagine how beautiful and charming…'

    'Really, are there any secrets to advancing? Name your price, we brothers might be able to scrape together a down payment.'

    'Hidden Blade, did something happen to you? Do you need any help? At my sequence, I might not be able to participate in combat, but I can help curse those people!'

    '…'

    '007, how did you know?'

    After the expression of various emotions and feelings, someone finally brought the topic back on track.

    007 replied: 'Hidden Blade is now a patron saint of a cathedral, with her own honorific name.'

    Sure enough, the changes at Saint Franca Cathedral had been noticed by the Eternal Blazing Sun Church, and 007 had known before that I was 'Red Boots' Franca Roland… Franca's speculation was confirmed.

    'Patron saint… honorific name… I really can't connect these two terms with the 'life is short, why not give it a shot' Hidden Blade.' Moon King was the first to marvel.

    'Indeed.' Wind Sound sent a telegram in response. 'It's too surreal, too surreal, more surreal than any fantasy novel!'

    'Please show some respect to the great Hidden Blade!'

    'Lord Hidden Blade, is there any chance you could take me as your apprentice?'

    'You want to become a Demoness too? If I remember correctly, you can switch.'

    'I can't accept that the strongest in the research society is now the silly Hidden Blade…'

    'Hey, if you put it that way, wouldn't that make us even more silly and stupid?'

    '…'

    Looking at these telegrams, Franca couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

    I have to say, showing off like this feels pretty good!

    Moreover, those joking remarks gave her a sense of still being grounded, still connected to the masses.

    'Hey hey hey,' she quickly typed out the words, 'You don't really think I'm brainless, do you? I was just being approachable before, trying to get along with you all.'

    Then, she humbly added: 'Madame Hela should also be Sequence 3 now, either a bit earlier or later than me.

    'As for the President, I'm not quite sure.'

    'So you really are Sequence 3… Is there anything you can tell us about it?' Wind Sound and others asked in succession.

    Franca elaborated a bit more than before: 'In advancing to Sequence 4, digesting the Sequence 4 potion, and advancing to Sequence 3, I met some special conditions as a transmigrator that allowed me to take shortcuts, so I became a Saint with an honorific name within a month.'

    She didn't mention that she had completely digested the Sequence 3 potion, after all, the telegraph group had quite a few members, and most of which she hadn't met in the real world. Although she was willing to trust their character, she couldn't gamble on their circumstances—critical information about her Sequence abilities still needed to be kept secret.

    Besides, if someone asked what a Sequence 3 Demoness was called, Franca didn't want to hide it, because after 007 pointed out that she was already a patron saint of a cathedral, her honorific name couldn't be hidden from those who paid attention. This way, some telegraph group members might make certain connections between the instant digestion of a Sequence potion and the name Demoness of Unaging.

    'One month…'

    'Really only took one month…'

    '…'

    At this point, Moon King, Wind Sound, and others seemed to have lost even the mood to joke.

    'So what kind of Demoness are you now?' After a while, group member Little Peppa asked.

    I knew it! Franca immediately replied: 'Demoness of Unaging.'

    'Unaging… eternal youth?' Little Peppa seemed somewhat envious.

    Moon King then asked: 'Can you also extend lifespan?'

    'Theoretically speaking, living another two thousand years wouldn't be a problem.' Franca tried to control her pride.

    'So envious…' Group members responded with similar words.

    One after another, all expressing genuine feelings.

    Who wouldn't want to be immortal and ageless?

    As for the negative effects of the potion, there were no ordinary people in this group!

    Franca thought for a moment, then typed out more words: 'For those in the Trier region, if you have difficulties and need help, you can recite my honorific name.

    'For those not in the Trier region, I can't help—I won't hear it and can't respond.

    'My honorific name is:

    'The One Who Never Ages, Keeper of Diseases and Plagues, the Demoness Accompanied by Strife and Catastrophe, the Cup Bearing Joy and Pain, the Great Franca Roland.'

    Seeing this honorific name, seeing the prefix 'Great,' the telegraph group members truly realized that Hidden Blade had obtained godhood, was half-god half-human, and possessed an honorific name, was a patron saint of a cathedral, could respond to prayers, and bestow power.

    After a while, Little Peppa sighed.

    'I feel like there's now a sad, thick barrier between us…'

    'Want to call me lord and let me hear it?' Franca very skillfully responded to these words.

    After discussing her own matters and explaining that Cup took its concept from the Tarot Cup cards's corresponding symbolism and the sacred object that bore joy and pain, she finally asked 007:

    '007, do you have more intelligence about the Sick Church?'

    Based on their team's collection and analysis of information, they believed that the Order of All Extinction and the Sick Church probably worshiped the same evil god, but the former mainly corrupted the upper and middle classes, while the latter targeted the lower classes, preaching about the authority of the Malady God and the terror of illness, developing followers through intimidation.

    007 typed neither fast nor slow, with telegrams coming in line by line: 'The several Sick Church-related cases discovered earlier have been handled, and the corresponding Blessed have been eliminated, but we still haven't found their upper ranks.

    'Those followers who only know the name Malady God, we now have sufficient manpower, with Mid-Sequence Beyonders watching them, to see if anyone will contact them or if any unusual events occur.

    'Besides these, there's no other intelligence. The cultists in Trier have been very quiet for the past month or two, hiding very deep.'

    Very well-behaved? This is very similar to the state before the Hostel incident… Is something big really going to happen within a year or two? Other great existences might not know what the Great Mother wants to do and how She would do it, but They should have foreseen that something would happen, after all, we've all made some guesses, so They've restricted the Blessed in Trier, letting them either transfer elsewhere or wait patiently to fish in troubled waters when the time comes? Franca made her own speculation based on 007's words.

    At the same time, she also caught another hint from 007.

    Followers who only knew the name Malady God could be saved.

    Indeed, those great existences all preach using aliases, not letting followers truly understand Them. This isn't because They're merciful, but because truly understanding Them inevitably leads to corruption. Some might be fine, only experiencing personality alteration and extreme mentality, but most would have their bodies collapse, becoming monsters that constantly spread corruption, making it impossible to preach in secret, as it would be easily discovered by official forces… Franca muttered silently.

    One reason why seeking boons required performing rituals was to protect the corresponding humans through the ritual, and after establishing a stable but temporary channel, the corresponding being could consciously contain the mental and will corruption in the boon, preventing the bestowed from collapsing on the spot.

    Even Saints like Franca and Lumian's understanding of those great existences was limited to aliases, but compared to other Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 demigods, they also know that these existences stand at the top of multiple paths.

    In reality, among the great existences, the only one who didn't preach using an alias was the Mother Tree of Desire.

    Madam Magician mentioned that Mother Tree of Desire was a small segment of the corresponding existence's long string of honorific names. There were two reasons why understanding and reciting it didn't directly bring corruption: First, it was only a small segment, incomplete; second, the Mother Tree of Desire indirectly controlled the one worshiped by the Rose School of Thought in the real world and the Devil Monarch in the Abyss, so when this honorific name was mentioned, under conditions of limited understanding and while the barrier still existed, the proximity-based mystical phenomenon occurred, making it not so dangerous.

    'What can we do…' Franca didn't hide the troubles of a Saint with an honorific name.

    007 quickly replied: 'Trier has gathered a large amount of official force, those cultists won't surface for now. Later, we'll have enough manpower to investigate everyone in key positions.

    'That's how it is in Trier, but in the marginal towns of the Trier region, in places where the Church and government forces are weak, there might still be active cultists. You can go look in those places.'

    Right, with Trier's current situation, we definitely won't find anyone, but we can search in the suburbs and villages… Indeed, only official Beyonders have this kind of vision and experience, we would have wasted some time before possibly thinking of this… Franca immediately replied to 007: 'Genius!'
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      The author took a 5 day break, hence the delay. Only chapter 1039 is open now
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    Chapter 1051: Protector


    Having considered his next direction, Lumian looked out the carriage window.

    By now, the hired carriage had reached the gray-white city walls encircling Trier, queuing to leave the city.

    The Church of The Fool's newly established cathedral in Trier was located in the suburbs, right next to where the Srenzo River curved. The river was wide there, with convenient transportation, both a dock and a station, in a picturesque town.

    After arriving at this town called Ramb, Lumian discovered it wasn't small at all, with numerous steamships at the dock and streets bustling with people, extraordinarily lively.

    After asking the carriage driver, Lumian roughly understood the reason.

    Most goods entering Trier had to pay an entry tax. though rates varied. Therefore, many goods that didn't need to be sold in Trier or transit through it were unloaded at Ramb and sent to surrounding towns. This gradually made the town prosperous, attracting many maritime merchants, adventurers, and sailors, bringing with them the faith of The Fool.

    Lumian had heard from Franca that the Eternal Blazing Sun Church had long wanted to abolish the entry tax to promote commerce and improve circulation, but this tax was one of the Intis Republic's main sources of revenue, and Trier's entry tax alone equaled the sum of several major cities' entry taxes. The government simply couldn't give it up.

    Lumian put on a wide-brimmed hat, letting the black veil fall, and began wandering around Ramb.

    Soon, he found what was now called Saint Lumian Cathedral, the Church of The Fool's location, but didn't rush to enter. He just stood on the street for a while, admiring the large glass windows and plain walls.

    I hope one day, no clergy will say that Saint Lumian will have to make do with their actions... After making this self-deprecating joke, Lumian continued walking.

    The main faith in this town was the Eternal Blazing Sun, worshiping Trier's patron angel Saint Viève.

    Lumian examined the white stone angel statue for a few moments before walking into a bar diagonally across the square.

    This bar had good business, and on weekends, many people from Trier would come to freely enjoy various alcoholic beverages that didn't require entry tax.

    As soon as Lumian pushed open the bar's heavy wooden door, he felt gazes turn toward him-some surprised, some amazed, some greedy, some excited, and some like snakes slowly slithering across his body.

    He then remembered that he was now a lady, an extremely charming lady, even with her face hidden behind a veil.

    It was never like this when he was a man before-at most, thieves would observe to judge if there was any value or possibility of theft... Ah, the sense of belonging at "home" is gone… Lumian slowly shook his head and directly took out a revolver from his Traveler's Bag.

    He placed his hand on the doorframe, pointed the revolver at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

    Bang!

    The bullet brought down clusters of dust, and the people in the bar, like athletes hearing the starting gun, quickly scattered in all directions.

    This left Lumian a spacious path to the bar counter.

    When the chaotic scene of people taking cover had somewhat settled, Lumian deactivated the Bottle of Fiction and, holding the revolver, walked toward the bar counter while saying in an icy but soft voice, "I just want a drink."

    He then sat on a barstool, tapped the counter, and said to the bartender who was staring at him blankly. "One La Fée Verte"

    The bartender finally snapped out of it and hurriedly poured Lumian an absinthe with a splash of lemon juice.

    Lumian didn't remove his hat or lift his veil, slowly sipping the bitter and fragrant liquor.

    The other people in the bar gradually returned to normal. In this small town frequently visited by pirates and adventurers, they were used to such things, which explained their practiced response earlier.

    Lumian quietly listened to their chitchat and whispers. trying to discover useful intelligence, especially anything pointing to the Sick Church.

    But unfortunately, what he heard was mainly discussion about himself.

    The most discussed topic was what it meant to be a person of dual bodies.

    There were artistic interpretations, such as "having a male body but also a female side, being both flame and frost," and there were vulgar ones, like "busty up top, hard down below."

    Lumian turned his gaze toward the drunk who had said the latter.

    His highland lake-like eyes were like mirrors, reflecting the other's figure.

    The drunk was making obscene gestures to accompany his earlier description when his chest and lower body suddenly experienced intense pain, as if being burned by flames.

    He screamed in agony and fell to the ground, rolling in pain.

    This stunned those around him who had been agreeing with his joke.

    After about ten seconds, the drunk finally came back to life. He supported himself on a nearby chair and stood up trembling.

    "What just happened?"

    "Sudden illness?"

    "You should go to a clinic right away!"

    The people around him spoke up in a jumble.

    The drunk shook his head in confusion.

    "It just hurt suddenly, but now I'm fine…"

    As he spoke, he looked down to check his physical condition and was surprised to find his chest had strangely swollen from unknown burns, while his lower half had become like stone, tenting his pants.

    Almost simultaneously, those around him also noticed this condition.

    "Busty up top, hard down below..." someone repeated the drunk's earlier words.

    Wh- The people around quickly moved away from the area, all looking at the drunk with wary gazes: It was him who insulted the saint, it has nothing to do with us!

    We weren't standing next to him either, don't let the lightning strike affect us!

    In their fear, everyone present unconsciously had the same thought: Is the Church of The Fool's new patron saint really this efficacious?

    Lumian withdrew his gaze, letting the reflected figure in his eyes disappear.

    This was a small punishment, not affecting any essential functions or physical health.

    For Lumian, he didn't care at all if someone insulted him-he would just find an opportunity to play a prank. But insulting Aurore was not acceptable.

    Moreover, this was also an opportunity, a chance to reasonably use fear to spread faith.

    It could also help digest the Witch potion.

    Lumian looked at the absinthe in his hand, seeing his veiled, half-visible face reflected in the dreamlike green liquid.



    The deep red wine swirled gently, with three faceless wooden dolls placed beside it.

    Franca leaned back in her chair, leisurely admiring the blood color permeating the wooden grain and the hair that had slipped into the crevices.

    After looking for a few seconds, she turned to look at the three men standing in front of the desk and smiled, saying, "I only have two requirements for you:

    "First, help me collect various intelligence, and second, follow these thirteen rules I've established and treat those dancers and streetwalkers well."

    After Franca finished speaking, Jenna, standing beside her, held up the paper and began reading.

    "First, no coercion,

    "Second, ensure adequate rest;



    "Thirteenth, provide basic medical care."

    "We're the mafia, not some damned charity!" burst out the most hot-tempered of the three.

    Franca laughed.

    "Right, I'm not doing charity either."

    She then flicked out a quiet black flame, letting it fall on one of the wooden dolls.

    The doll was immediately covered in black flames. silently burning.

    The gang leader who had just spoken suddenly screamed in agony as strange black flames erupted from within his body.

    He fell to his knees in pain, his face contorted as he shouted, "I-I was wrong.

    "I am doing charity!

    "I agree! I agree!"

    Neither Franca nor Jenna responded, watching silently until the gang leader collapsed to the ground, convulsing until death.

    Only then did Franca look at the other two gang leaders and ask with a smile, "Any objections?"

    "None." The two gang leaders seemed to be competing to see who could shake their head faster.

    After Jenna posted the paper with the thirteen rules on the wall, Franca stood up and said.

    "Remember to look at it every day, and if there's any violation..."

    Franca picked up the remaining two wooden dolls.

    "You should know what they represent-they're a Demoness's curse medium."

    After becoming a Demoness of Pleasure who could directly curse through mirrors, Franca no longer used such black magic in battle, but mirror curses were real-time and couldn't be fixed in place. To control these two gang leaders and make them obey, she still needed to make media like dolls using their blood and hair.

    And for a Demoness of Unaging, possessing such media could also affect the targets' direct relatives.

    "We know, we know." The two gang leaders began their nodding competition again.

    Jenna thought for a moment and said to Franca, "May I add one rule?"

    "Of course." Franca smiled.

    Jenna picked up the pen and added another rule to the posted paper: "Rule Fourteen, loan shark annual interest cannot exceed 36%, and no additional fees such as handling fees or service charges can be collected."

    "No problem, right?" Jenna turned and smiled.

    The two gang leaders being questioned dared not object.

    Franca put away the two curse dolls and casually said as she walked toward the door,

    "I know you have some supporters behind you. I don't care what they think, nor will I interfere with your territory disputes or making money here. I only want those two things I mentioned earlier.

    "If your supporters aren't satisfied, let them come see this statue."

    As she spoke, strands of gray-white light spread out and fell on the dead gang leader's body.

    The corpse quickly turned into a stone statue.

    "No problem with that, right? You'll quietly notify me if they want to move against me, won't you?" Franca turned back to look at the remaining two gang leaders and asked with a smile.

    The two gang leaders first showed uncontrollable fascination, then hurriedly responded, "We will! We will!"

    Leaving the room, Franca walked toward the dancers and streetwalkers waiting nervously at the stairway.

    "Boss..." several girls called out joyfully.

    Franca nodded gently and said, "Things will go back to how they were before.

    "But I still want to say, this isn't a long-term profession."



    Across from the Théâtre de l'Ancienne Cage à Pigeons, Franca and Jenna sat on a street bench, calmly watching the audience and actors coming and going.

    "Not going over to say hello?" Jenna asked.

    Franca smiled. "No need, since they're doing fine, there's no need to go over."

    "That's true." Jenna nodded slightly.

    Franca then turned her head and said, half serious and half joking. "This is left for you-in the future, you'll be the protector of actresses."

    After watching for a while longer, they returned to the luxury villa.

    By this time, Lumian had already returned and was saying to Anthony, "Help me collect intelligence on the Sick Church."

    "The Sick Church..." Franca suddenly understood what Lumian wanted to do and quickly smiled, "I have intelligence sources now too, I'll have them keep an eye out!"
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