Chapter 470

The old cemetery of St. Robert's Church was once a seal node of Trier in the Fourth Epoch, and it even had a leak problem, with quite a few ancient dead crawling out... Angouleme pondered the content of the reply, feeling that there might really be a certain hidden danger beneath the current Breeze Dance Hall.

He returned to the office and cast his gaze toward the paper pinned to the wall.

It not only clearly wrote that "Sleeve Sword" had once asked about the secret of the old cemetery, but also marked under what circumstances she had asked:

When inquiring about the aftermath of the Disease Church case!

And that was to prove that the evil god cults in Trier were all abnormally quiet, hiding, and not knowing what major event they were plotting.

"'Sleeve Sword' suspected at the time that the secret of the old cemetery was related to the plans of those evil god cults? They wanted to use the former leak point to bypass the seal and open the door to that Trier of the Fourth Epoch?" Angouleme could definitely be called experienced, and immediately had associations.

He entered the telegraph room again, informed the higher-ups of his guess, and made a suggestion:

"Send one or two teams to the underground to check the original leak point as soon as possible, preferably led by a Saint."

After sending the telegram, Angouleme let out a breath inwardly.

Next, what he needed to do was to send out team members, link up with the police, gendarmerie, and the army, and eliminate the protests that might develop into riots before dawn.

During this process, there would inevitably be battles with members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" and organizers of the Carbonari, and the participation of Beyonders would be indispensable.

In addition, Angouleme, as "007," also had to find an opportunity to contact "Sleeve Sword" and tell her the secret of the old cemetery.

—Since it was currently not the chat time of the telegram group, he had to activate the pre-agreed reality method.

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3 White Coat Street, inside Apartment 601.

"Charles is also missing?" Franca, who had informed Ms. "Judgment" and the "Black Witch" that Gardner Martin had an anomaly, just returned to the Market District and discovered that Jenna, who should have been sleeping in bed, didn't know where she had gone, and before she could check the situation inside the house, Anthony Reid, with a crew cut, visited in the middle of the night, saying that Lu Mian had mysteriously disappeared, and there were no signs of a struggle at the scene.

"Yes." Anthony Reid was now even more certain that there was a problem in the dark, and it wasn't that Lu Mian had moved to a safe house to rest.

"There are no signs of a struggle here either..." Franca walked to the door of the guest bedroom and looked at the quilt that had been flipped open.

She could tell that Jenna was unhurried before going out; she not only took off her pajamas and changed into that set of female mercenary clothing, but also didn't let the bedroom appear messy.

Franca frowned and thought about the possible reasons.

Although she knew this was a very serious matter, she still habitually complained in her heart:

How did it get to be like my girlfriend ran off with my boyfriend...

Amidst the flurry of thoughts, she remembered that the gray-white cloth bag Jenna had obtained from the semi-mechanical monk hadn't been handed over to the strange little boy, Will.

Franca immediately cast her gaze toward the coffee table; she remembered the item was originally placed there.

Seeing that the gray-white cloth bag was already gone, this "Witch of Pleasure" quietly breathed a sigh of relief:

Jenna should have received "notification" from the strange little boy, Will, and gone to a certain place to deliver the mission item and collect the corresponding reward.

And why was Charles also missing?

Could it be that the strange little boy Will's request was for Charles to go together?

Hmm, after all, he was invited by Charles's Major Arcana card, Ms. "Magician," last time...

"It doesn't look like a bad thing?" Anthony Reid keenly sensed the change in Franca's state.

"It looks like that for now." Franca took out a palm-sized mirror, "I'll use 'Magic Mirror Divination' to confirm."

She then fetched Jenna's pajamas and stroked the mirror surface with her other hand.

At the same time, she repeatedly chanted a passage in Hermes:

"Cherie Bello's current location, Cherie Bello's current location..."

—Although divination could also be done using the name "Jenna," because Jenna had used this "stage name" for a long time and most people around her called her that, the two had a connection in occultism, but Franca felt that using her real name would be more accurate at a time like this.

In the apartment living room with the gas wall lamp lit, the light dimmed, and the environment became quite oppressive.

The mirror surface then rippled with water light, as if it had sunk to the bottom of a river.

However, Franca saw nothing; snowflakes kept appearing in the mirror, like noise.

"Divination didn't produce a result..." Franca frowned again.

Could it be because that strange little boy Will was present?

But after delivering the mission item and getting the lucky gold coin, Jenna should have separated from the little boy Will; the time they spent together shouldn't have exceeded five minutes, so theoretically, it couldn't be such a coincidence...

"Wait five minutes and try again." Franca prioritized caution.

Anthony Reid nodded gently and turned to ask:

"Do you need me to go to the Golden Rooster Hotel and bring one of Charles's clothes over?"

"No need." Franca shook her head without hesitation.

That guy has Mr. "Fool's" seal on him and the aura of the "Blood Emperor"; it would be a ghost if one could divine him!

As time passed slowly, five minutes finally passed, and Franca used the simplified version of "Magic Mirror Divination" again to ask about Jenna's location.

Still no answer, still no image presented.

This isn't right... Franca immediately switched to the full version of "Magic Mirror Divination" that prayed to certain existences.

Inside the dim mirror, an aged voice sounded with the sound of water:

"Cherie Bello is in a place that cannot be detected."

Cannot be detected... Franca began to feel that the problem might be more complex and troublesome than she had guessed, so she pursued:

"Where is Lu Mian Lee now?"

The aged voice answered amidst the splashing of water:

"I can't see, I can't see..."

This voice gradually became dazed, revealing a bit of chaos, and Franca hurriedly ended the "Magic Mirror Divination."

She paced back and forth a few times, feeling that this matter had to be reported to Ms. "Judgment."

And before that... Franca gritted her teeth and said to Anthony Reid:

"I need to use the 'Magic Mirror Divination Method' to pray to an unknown, hidden existence. Her divination results are the most accurate and might help us obtain the answer, but you need to swear to the 'God of Steam and Machinery' that you cannot reveal every word you hear next."

"No problem." Anthony, wearing military green clothing, drew the triangular holy emblem on his chest.

After Anthony made the oath to the god he believed in, Franca no longer hesitated, lit three candles with a sense of ritual, and extinguished the gas wall lamp in the room.

In the dim yellow light, her right hand stroked the surface of the mirror three times, while her mouth chanted a title in Hermes:

"The eye that watches all living beings, the stigmata from the Primordial Land, the omniscient one who serves the Fool, the great Arrodes..."

The glass of the vanity mirror suddenly became dark, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes misty, and then rippled with water light.

Anthony Reid, as a "Psychiatrist," suddenly had a strong sense of discomfort, as if he had been scanned from top to bottom, from inside to outside, by a pair of eyes.

Franca finished the preparatory work and opened her mouth to ask:

"Where is my friend Cherie Bello now?"

Inside the mirror, water light flashed, and a scene appeared:

That was a mine tunnel so blurry that it was difficult to see the details clearly.

Immediately afterward, the scene flipped, and part of the scene of Market Avenue appeared.

Franca recognized at a glance that it was around the Breeze Dance Hall, but the Breeze Dance Hall itself didn't exist; replacing it was a patch of darkness and a crystal-like barrier. Jenna, wearing a light blue dress, was standing beside the barrier, looking at the part not presented in the scene with a solemn expression, and beside her was a figure suspected to be Lu Mian.

They really are together... What kind of place is this? Franca had just flashed these two thoughts when she saw a few lines of blood-dripping ancient Futhark words appear on the mirror.

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask."

"If you answer incorrectly, or lie, you will be punished."

Franca closed her eyes, waiting for the question to be raised.

Those blood-red letters reorganized into other sentences:

"Have you fantasized about doing that thing that Trier people like the most with Jenna?"

Fortunately... Franca breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

The shame level of this question depended on whether Jenna was there to "witness" it; if she were, Franca would want to hit her head against a wall, but now, there was only a "Psychiatrist" watching:

I tell a "Psychiatrist" that I have psychological problems, like women, like my good friend, and want to do that kind of thing with her; is there any problem?

Franca still couldn't help but blush, but answered quite fluently:

"I have fantasized about it."

The bystander Anthony Reid was not surprised at all; as a "Spectator," if he hadn't discovered Franca's somewhat abnormal feelings and thoughts in that regard toward Jenna, it could only mean he was unqualified.

What he didn't expect was that Franca would be relatively calm and not so ashamed.

Franca then asked the magic mirror again:

"Where is Market Avenue, where Jenna is currently located?"

This time, there was no scene presented in the magic mirror, only a bright red, compound noun highlighted:

"World within the painting."

World within the painting... "Painter," "Fairy"... Franca immediately had certain associations and guesses.

On the mirror surface, the blood-dripping words twisted and squirmed, forming new words:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask."

"Have you fantasized about doing that thing that Trier people like the most with Lu Mian Lee?"

"..." Franca's face suddenly burned up; she could feel the temperature wasn't low.

I, I didn't... she subconsciously wanted to answer like that, then immediately remembered the pain of being struck by lightning.

She looked at the magic mirror, trying to make herself forget that there was still a "Psychiatrist" beside her, and answered with her lips whispering:

"Fan, fantasized about it."

"Occasionally, just occasionally! I can't control myself when I'm dreaming!"

Anthony Reid didn't let his gaze move toward Franca's face, nor did he let his expression change, as if what he saw and heard were just ordinary things.

This was the basic quality of a "Psychiatrist."

Franca hurriedly ended the "Magic Mirror Divination," entered the master bedroom, organized the disappearance of Lu Mian and Jenna and the answer of the magic mirror into written materials, and reported them to Ms. "Judgment."

By the time she finished this matter and returned to the living room, intending to discuss the situation with Anthony Reid, she heard a rumbling sound coming from the northwest of Trier.

It was as if multiple cannons were roaring.

(End of chapter)