Chapter 345: Feedback

When walking toward the nearest public carriage stop along Lomba Street, Lu Mi saw no one around and lowered his voice:

"Termiboros, why did you let me choose the King Cake without a broad bean?"

If I had eaten that broad bean and become the "king," what would have happened?

Termiboros remained silent and didn't answer.

Lu Mi thought for a moment and changed the question:

"Although the whole thing has two or three details that are quite weird and terrifying, the result has no problems, and everything is very normal. I can't see any connection with occultism or supernatural power."

After a few seconds, Termiboros's magnificent and layered voice echoed in Lu Mi's ears:

"You can try not to obey the 'king's' orders next time."

What would happen if I didn't obey the king's orders? If I ate my piece of King Cake, didn't put it in the room with the wax heads, and took the white paper directly, what would happen? Lu Mi fell into deep thought.

He didn't return to the Market District directly, taking a public carriage to transfer to Sher Street in the Boulevard District.

As a formal member of the "Aurora Order," he had to report to Mr. K in time that he had executed Guillaume Bénet and the latest trends of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order," while seeing if he could pluck some wool.

Joining three secret organizations, although allowing him to get three rewards, also meant he had to report once for one task.

Under the ground of the headquarters of "Psychic" magazine at No. 19 Sher Street.

Mr. K, who had no change from usual, sat on a red-backed chair, quietly listening to Lu Mi describe the process of how he used the power of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" to find Guillaume Bénet and completely clean up this evil god follower.

Lu Mi mentioned that this former Parish Priest of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church chose to believe in that existence named Fate in order to pursue power and status. Mr. K lowered his head, drew a cross on his chest in the order of up, down, left, and right, and confessed to the god in a low, hoarse voice:

"Merciful Father, please forgive the sins committed by the world."

Lu Mi's mouth moved slightly, following Mr. K to repent, although he didn't know why he had to repent.

After repenting, he simply talked about his sister Aurora's personality splitting and the "Sinner" organization behind Roche Louise Sanson, finally saying:

"Mr. K, I want to ask you to find Aurora's, that is, Roche Louise Sanson's original family. They are very likely members of the 'Sinner' organization, evil cultists who believe in fate."

Mr. K's face, hidden under a huge hood, was covered with thick shadows. He said hoarsely with pleasure:

"I know you want to take revenge for Aurora. This has no problem at all. The Merciful Father, the Almighty Lord, never requires His believers not to plan for themselves. If you can combine your own private affairs with the sacred cause of clearing evil god followers, that would be even better.

"In this matter, being able to fully utilize your own resources and borrow the power of the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order' to complete your own affairs is the point I appreciate most. You can try this more.

"I will track down those 'Sinners'."

He agreed to Lu Mi's request, which was also what he longed to do:

Through finding Roche Louise Sanson's family, deal with the "Sinner" organization that believes in the evil god of fate!

"Thank you, Mr. K." Lu Mi said sincerely.

He deliberated and said:

"Guillaume Bénet's death might make official Beyonders increase their pursuit of me. Are there any magical artifacts suitable for me that allow me to change my appearance and height at any time?"

He was trying hard to find an opportunity to become Aurora and infiltrate the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" in the identity of "Muggle."

Mr. K's tone suddenly became a bit fanatical:

"I only have 'Source Blood' here that can achieve the effect you want. As long as you can control your flesh and blood, you can change your height and appearance at will. Although it can't make you precisely become the appearance you want, it is enough to hide your original identity. The only problem is that it must be injected in advance, is effective for a short time, and can't be changed whenever you want."

Not being able to precisely become the appearance he wanted was acceptable. After all, when members of the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" gathered, they would all do a certain disguise, not letting others know what they looked like in reality... No, it wouldn't work. If there was a "Spectator" who had a deep impression of Aurora, he could completely distinguish true from false from details like eyes and chin arc. To be "Muggle" and deceive everyone, the face under the mask had to be exactly the same as Aurora's... And the negative effect of "Source Blood" wasn't something he could bear... Lu Mi thought it over and organized his language:

"I'm afraid that after injecting 'Source Blood,' my body will change toward the initial and oldest human. Although with the Lord's protection, my body and spirit won't have major problems, it's easy to be discovered by people of the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order' and detect my true faith."

Mr. K sighed with some disappointment:

"This is a problem. Although I believe the Lord will protect us and not let the pious you be discovered, your concerns still have certain reasons."

After finally pushing away the gift of "Source Blood," Lu Mi turned to say:

"Recently, the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order' asked me to contact someone..."

He talked from Gardner Martin's summoning to the end of the King Cake game.

The only thing he didn't mention was Termiboros's reminder, pushing the reason to his own rich occult knowledge, keenly detecting the problem, deliberately avoiding it, and not triggering the abnormality.

Mr. K listened very carefully without interrupting midway. After Lu Mi finished speaking, he stood up and paced a few steps:

"You need to figure out what the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order' is contacting members of the Solon family for. Is it to plot the Solon family's legacy, or do they intend to cooperate with them?"

"Yes, Mr. K." Even if Mr. K didn't mention it, Lu Mi had to master the corresponding situation.

Mr. K stopped and looked at him:

"Your intuition has no problem. If that game had a mistake, it could have manufactured an occult disaster.

"The object Puifu offered to, Vumunda Solon, was an important member of the Solon royal family at the time. He was born in the Champagne branch and was later favored by King Ede XII, included in the main family, and focused on cultivation.

"Vumunda had a good start but no good ending. He mysteriously disappeared in his later years, and his whereabouts were unknown, causing great losses to the Solon royal family. And in the more than twenty years that followed, several important members of the Solon royal family either died weirdly or suddenly went crazy, and the family's strength declined seriously until it was overthrown by Roselle."

One of the reasons Emperor Roselle could overthrow the Solon Dynasty was that the old royal family appeared obviously declining? Vumunda has been mysteriously missing for two or three hundred years. Why would today's offering still bring dangerous occult changes? Listening to Mr. K's narration, one idea after another flashed through Lu Mi's mind.

…………

White Coat Street No. 3, inside Apartment 601.

Jianna, who had obtained a small amount of information from the "Purifiers," looked around as soon as she entered the room, searching for Forsyth, wanting to communicate with her.

Scanning her eyes, Jianna saw that the door of the master bedroom was half-covered, and a pat-pat-pat knocking sound came from inside.

"Forsyth?" she called out.

Forsyth's clear voice like water came out:

"I'm here!

"Come in if you have something."

Jianna, who had never visited Forsyth's bedroom, hesitated for a second and walked over, pushing open the door.

Her blue eyes suddenly lit up, seeing a very complex machine piled up against the wall far from the window.

It was composed of countless gears surrounding one brass-colored pillar after another, with levers, crankshafts, screws, etc., connecting them.

Looking at this machine that was taller than herself, Jianna asked in astonishment:

"What is this?"

"This is a third-generation difference engine improved by a genius, also called an analytical engine. Hmm, a castrated version, a simplified version, a reduced version. My room can't hold a complete one." Sitting in front of that complex machine, Forsyth, who was typing on a new mechanical typewriter, introduced to her companion with pride.

"Are you really a believer of the 'God of Steam and Machinery'?" Jianna blurted out.

Forsyth laughed "hehe":

"Occasionally."

Jianna carefully sized up the so-called analytical engine, discovering that its lower end was connected to a telegraph and two mechanical typewriters made of metal.

Forsyth didn't stop typing for long before another mechanical typewriter began to type letters on white paper under the drive of the analytical engine, and the power and information of the analytical engine came from that wireless telegraph transceiver.

"What is this doing?" Jianna felt like an illiterate.

Forsyth pointed to that analytical engine happily:

"As long as the encoding is unified, this machine can help me automatically translate telegraph codes, and then through the metal fingers connected to the mechanical typewriter keyboard, type out the corresponding letters, forming the correct words.

"In other words, I can directly see the content of the telegraph without having to translate the encrypted codes I receive myself, saving my time and energy to a great extent.

"Similarly, I can write telegraphs in normal language, and it can help me automatically encode and send them out through a radio station with a pre-set frequency band."

Jianna looked at those gear sets in different rotating states, barely understanding what Forsyth wanted to express.

"What's the point of this?" she asked in confusion.

Forsyth was stunned for a moment:

"Point? The point is to make telegraph chatting not so troublesome, and it can become a daily routine. Hmm, it's just a bit wasteful of paper."

"Telegraph chatting?" Jianna was a bit confused.

Forsyth made such a complex machine and did such complex things just to chat?

Is the typewriter sound I hear every night Forsyth chatting?

"Yes." Forsyth smiled proudly. "My friend in the Loen military agreed to give me feedback on the information Anthony Reid wanted at this time. I just chatted with him for a few sentences."

Although she could directly request the corresponding information from Lady "Judgment," she had always been one not to trouble the Great Arcana cards if she didn't have to.

As soon as Forsyth finished speaking, the analytical engine completed the task of typing, and that telegraph was presented completely in Intis language.

Forsyth pulled that piece of paper, just took one look, and her face sank.

…………

Night, inside Apartment 601.

Lu Mi, Anthony Reid, Forsyth, and Jianna gathered together again.

Forsyth raised the paper in her hand and said to Anthony Reid:

"I have already obtained feedback. The Loen military's record of that battle is:

"There was no such battle at all!"

"No such battle?" Anthony Reid opened his eyes wide and stood up abruptly.

No such battle? Lu Mi raised his eyebrows.

This answer was truly beyond expectations.

Forsyth nodded gently, looking at Anthony Reid:

"Simply put, it's very likely that the people who attacked you and your comrades weren't the Loen army!"

ps: Last half day, asking for monthly votes~

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