Chapter 233: Mr. K

Jenna's eyes turned, and she raised her arm:

"This is a requirement for the theater performance class!"

After saying this, she seemed to relax a bit, and her smile became much more natural:

"Didn't I tell you I'm working part-time as a waitress at a bar to earn some living expenses? This is my boss. I came to talk to him about raising my salary!"

Jenna pointed at Lu Mian at the door of room 207 to strengthen the persuasiveness of her words.

Elodie glanced at Lu Mian, stared at Jenna for a few seconds, and nodded:

"Remember to come home tonight."

Jenna's smile stiffened for a second:

"Okay."

Seeing Elodie start to get busy again, cleaning the other side of the second floor, Jenna walked down the stairs lightly and left the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Not long after, she saw Lu Mian following her and couldn't help but complain:

"Damn! Why is my mom at the Golden Rooster Hotel?"

Lu Mian thought for a while and said:

"Blame the Old Pigeon Cage. Mr. Ev, the landlord of the Golden Rooster Hotel, is looking for a cleaning lady who only works half a day there, and your mom regularly goes to the Old Pigeon Cage to watch plays."

Jenna ground her teeth:

"Those damn evil god believers!"

She then swung her arm:

"I'll just honestly say tonight that I'm working part-time as an underground singer for next year's tuition, and I earn quite a lot!"

Lu Mian glanced at Jenna's profile:

"You don't seem too nervous and panicked?"

Jenna spat:

"That's my mom, not a man-eating monster.

"She is a very gentle and relatively enlightened person. I didn't tell her what I was doing before just because I was afraid she would worry."

"She will worry now too." Lu Mian reminded.

Being an underground singer in dance halls and bars always involves dealing with gangs, and situations of being bullied and oppressed occur from time to time.

Jenna smiled and said in a teasing tone:

"I am now the mistress of Charles Dubois, the Savard Party leader and protector of the Breeze Dance Hall. Who dares to bully me?"

"That's even more dangerous." Lu Mian laughed.

Jenna withdrew her gaze and looked at the vendors shouting on the messy street:

"If my mom can't accept it, I plan to show her my current abilities to make her believe I can protect myself."

Really? Lu Mian didn't bring up the example of the pervert Hedesy.

Jenna put away the expression on her face, her voice slightly low:

"She has suffered too much fatigue and worked hard for many years. I want to share some of it for her so she doesn't break her body."

Lu Mian thought for a while:

"Since your father died?"

Jenna moved her gaze to the ground in front and said "um":

"The factory had an accident. My father was seriously injured and lay in the hospital for more than ten days, but in the end, he couldn't be saved.

"We spent all our original savings and still owed a sum of money. A few years ago, I could have actually found a good theater to start learning drama, but it wasn't until the beginning of this year that we paid off almost half of the debt and saved up a tuition fee again. My mom said we couldn't delay any longer. If we delayed, I would be too old."

Lu Mian listened quietly and asked with some confusion:

"Was there no compensation for the factory accident?"

"There was, but that bastard hasn't paid it until now!" Jenna said through gritted teeth, "He keeps appealing, and the court trials are very slow every time. Damn it, does he want to drag it out until we all die?"

Lu Mian was silent for a second and changed the subject:

"Was your mom really a theater actress before?"

"Yes." Jenna's expression gradually became gentle, "She had good acting skills and looked good, but the theater managers, sponsors, and owners were mostly men. They habitually picked prey in the theater, just like lions patrolling their territory. Those who weren't willing to submit to them couldn't get good roles. Damn, everyone thinks this kind of thing is normal, even the police, even the court!

"My mom had a gentle personality but a stubborn heart. She could only play supporting roles and was even fired once. After the theater she later found went bankrupt, she temporarily lost the opportunity to return to the stage and could only be a hotel maid or laundry woman.

"It was at that time that she met my father, and they walked together. Under the witness of God, they became husband and wife. Praise the Sun, at that time, my father was working hard to become a technical worker, and my mom was doing various jobs while trying to save money and looking for opportunities to be a theater actress again. My mom said that was the period she missed the most.

"Later, my brother and I were born, and dad and mom became even busier, struggling to maintain the family and giving us opportunities to learn.

"By the time we could take care of ourselves, my mom was already older and couldn't return to the stage. She pinned her hopes on me, wanting to see me become an outstanding theater actress, even if I only played supporting roles, while my father hoped my brother could become a real technical worker."

These words seemed to have been suppressed in Jenna's heart for a long time, and only now did she have the opportunity to say them.

Lu Mian didn't interrupt her and waited until she stopped on her own before asking:

"Do you want to be a theater actress yourself?"

Jenna smiled proudly and satisfied:

"When your mom is a theater fan and good at acting, it's hard not to like drama."

Her smile made Lu Mian feel inexplicably jealous.

He sighed:

"It can be seen that your mom really likes drama. Even if she is a cleaning lady, she will put on makeup and wear beautiful wigs."

Jenna nodded lightly:

"She said this makes her feel she is still young, still the herself who performed on stage back then, still a real theater actress, and other jobs are just part-time.

"She is always like this. She not only takes me to see the sunrise and tells me that darkness will always pass and light will surely come, but also tells me that even if you are in the darkness, you must remember to give yourself a little light. Only then can you wait for the sun to rise."

Speaking of this, Jenna yearned for the future:

"I'll be an underground singer for another year, and I'll have saved enough tuition for next year and paid off most of the remaining debt. Plus the money my mom and brother earn, we won't have any burden. At that time, she won't need to do several jobs, and my brother can learn technology from others!"

The more Jenna spoke, the more excited she became, unable to help raising her arm, as if wanting to touch the beauty of the future.

Lu Mian watched Jenna like this and suddenly felt that the emotions accumulated in his heart dissipated a lot.

Hope, what a moving word.

After Jenna calmed down for a few seconds, she felt inexplicably embarrassed and glared at Lu Mian:

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen others excited?"

Lu Mian sneered without responding.

Jenna examined him several times and said to herself:

"Why do I feel your state is a bit better?"

"No." Lu Mian answered concisely.

At this time, the two had walked into Market Avenue and saw posters of Hugues Artois successfully elected as a member of parliament posted everywhere.

Hugues Artois, who received support from both the Savard Party and the Poisonspur Gang, really became a member of parliament... I wonder what kind of changes he will bring to the Market District... Lu Mian withdrew his gaze from the poster, and a matter Franca told him flashed in his mind:

"Miss Moon," who believes in the "Great Mother," thinks Hugues Artois is sufficiently enlightened.

In the afternoon, before setting off to the Boulevard District to find Mr. K, Lu Mian set up an altar in the bedroom on the second floor of the Breeze Dance Hall.

After creating a "Wall of Spirituality," lighting three candles in the order from god to human from left to right, and dripping essential oil and pure dew, Lu Mian took two steps back in the hazy environment and chanted in a low voice:

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who holds good luck."

Faint gray fog permeated, and an unsettling meaning surged around.

Enduring the dullness of his thoughts and the itching of his flesh under his skin, Lu Mian looked at the candle flame stained with blue-black, and according to Madam "Magician's" teaching, chanted the subsequent incantation in Hermes:

"I pray to you;

"Pray for your protection..."

After a series of operations, Lu Mian saw the holy angel who seemed to be condensed from pure light again.

At the same time, he vaguely heard a sigh like a dream.

A sigh from the infinite heights.

That angel, brilliant and exceptionally illusory, descended from the heights, opened his arms, and embraced Lu Mian.

Those pairs of light wings closed, wrapping him.

When Lu Mian regained clarity, everything became normal.

Near dusk, Boulevard District, 19 Shell Street.

Lu Mian saw Mr. K again in that basement.

He was still wearing a large hood, wearing a black robe, sitting silently on a red back chair.

Mr. K looked at Lu Mian, nodded gently, and said in a low, hoarse voice:

"I am very satisfied with your ability to act, and without knowing it, your actions have all fit the teachings of my Lord, striking at the dependents of those evil existences!"

Mr. K paused:

"Have you considered it?"

"Considered it." Lu Mian lowered his head, "You let me see the radiance of the Lord."

"Haha." Mr. K suddenly laughed, laughing extremely crazily, giving people a feeling of losing his mind.

After a few seconds, he calmed down, didn't let the surrounding attendants avoid, and said directly:

"The honorific name of my Lord is 'The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent god, the ruler behind the shadow curtain, the master of the spiritual world, the decadent self-nature of all living beings.' You pick three yourself and pray to Him in Hermes."

Just hearing Mr. K's description, Lu Mian had a terrifying feeling that his clothes, skin, flesh, and bones were completely dissolved, leaving only pure spirit and self-consciousness.

He couldn't help trembling, chanting almost instinctively:

"The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent god, the ruler behind the shadow curtain..."

Lu Mian couldn't think carefully and subconsciously chose the first three sentences.

Almost at the same time, he felt the surroundings become dark, as if covered by a thick curtain.

Behind that illusory and deep shadow curtain, a pair of eyes were vaguely watching Lu Mian, piercing through his consciousness, making him almost lose consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Mian regained his thoughts, only feeling sticky cold sweat all over his body.

Mr. K stood up, his low, hoarse voice carrying a clear smile:

"From now on, you are our brother, truly becoming one of us.

"We are a secret organization that believes in the 'True Creator,' and our name is the 'Aurora Order.'"

"Aurora Order"? Lu Mian was stunned.

Isn't this the terrorist organization that took the blame for me?

Looking at it this way, the official Beyonders don't seem to have found the wrong target...

I really became a member of the "Aurora Order"...

Mr. K then let the surrounding attendants leave the basement and said to Lu Mian:

"Gardner Martin is a member of the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order.' That secret organization originally also believed in my Lord, but in recent years, they have gradually distanced themselves from us, no longer praying frequently, and are suspected of plotting a very major event.

"I sent you to join them because I hope you find the reason and figure out what they are actually doing."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 234 =====