Chapter 757: Different Attitudes

Even Ms. Hela, with her reserved and calm nature, showed signs of emotional turmoil… Franca softly withdrew her gaze, deeply moved.

At that moment, many members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" snapped out of their shock and began voicing their opinions, excited and urgent.

Someone shouted:

"'Sleeve Sword,' you can't make such a simple judgment!"

Franca immediately shouted back:

"Whether or not Resurrection Island is the convergence of two worlds, we must find Harrison!"

"This isn't a conclusion—it's the direction of our investigation!"

Another shouted:

"How can you find someone based on just a name?"

"I have his portrait!" Franca responded instantly.

Amid the chorus of hopes, questions, and requests for answers, one voice broke out, slightly out of control:

"Can't you just live peacefully in your current lives?"

Franca turned toward the voice and saw the male member codenamed "Mole."

After "Mole" spoke up, several other members loudly echoed:

"I don't want to risk my life for such a slim hope."

"Can't you just give up these fantasies?"

"I have no interest in returning to our old world!"

"…."

Franca wasn't surprised by the wave of opposition; she merely sighed inwardly:

When a hundred people gather, every kind of mind emerges…

She replied sincerely:

"Finding Harrison and confirming the situation on Resurrection Island is strictly voluntary. Those who wish to understand the truth of the crossing must decide for themselves whether the risk is worth it. Those who don't wish to participate may continue as before—but don't stop others from joining."

"Mole" and others still seemed worried that investigating Resurrection Island might disrupt their current lives, but Franca wielded the weapon of "free choice," forcing them to mutter and retreat to the periphery.

Franca seized the moment to add:

"At this stage, investigation into Resurrection Island is limited to gathering intelligence. Do not go searching—it's extremely dangerous. Once we obtain critical information from Harrison, we'll discuss whether to go, and how."

"Alright, I'll now show you Harrison's portrait."

Some members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who had already grasped part of the situation erupted in cheers:

"'Sleeve Sword' is 1. meters tall!"

"'Sleeve Sword,' I love you!"

"Praise you, 'Sleeve Sword!'"

"…."

Franca tilted her head, amused.

Their emotions infected her; her inner worries and fears eased considerably.

She knew these members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" weren't unafraid of the unknown results or the truth that might shatter all their hopes—but they had waited too long, desired too deeply. Any tiny glimmer of hope made them temporarily forget pain and sorrow, unleashing excitement and joy.

Franca took a breath, pulled out Harrison's portrait, and pinned it to the back of the massive stone chair.

"Take turns looking!" Franca called out, stepping away from the area around the weathered stone chair.

"Do you truly believe it's the convergence of two worlds?" "Gandalf" blocked Franca's path, his tone burning with intensity.

Franca smiled awkwardly:

"Just a guess—nothing more."

"Gandalf" nodded, satisfied:

"That's fine. Bold hypothesis, careful verification."

Franca, both hopeful and uneasy, asked "Gandalf": "What do you think is the relationship between Resurrection Island and our world?"

"Gandalf" chuckled:

"I have no preconceived conclusions yet. I need more information to study."

Franca glanced left and right, lowering her voice.

She briefly shared with Chairman "Gandalf" the existence of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring," the "Spirit of the Mingdao," and the "Celestial Master."

Before attending this gathering, she and Lu Mi had decided to reveal this information to "Gandalf" and other "Curly Baboon Research Society" members who had previously collaborated in the real world—previously, she had only shared it with "Hela."

"Gandalf" listened intently, then made a judgment:

"The relationship between the two worlds may be far tighter than we imagined."

"The crossing may have begun even earlier."

Before "Sleeve Sword" Franca could respond, the chairman of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" mused aloud:

"So many traces, so many events—and we never encountered any. Yet you keep stumbling into them."

You probably need to praise the "True Creator"… Franca barely held back her sarcastic retort.

After parting with the giant-like "Gandalf," she was blocked again by the tall "007."

"We never found anyone resembling Harrison," "007" simply reported the results of the earlier "search for person."

"Perhaps he's no longer in Triel," Franca said, no longer blaming the "Purifiers" for their inefficiency.

She glanced at "007," whose face was covered by a lion mask, and asked carefully:

"Would you want to return to your original world?"

"007" fell silent for several seconds, then said:

"Of course—but I fear everything will have changed."

"Although the era from which Rosel the Emperor crossed is not far from ours, meaning we'd only miss a few days of life if we returned, no one has ever gone back, so we can't be certain. Perhaps the rules of coming and going are entirely different."

Franca fell silent too.

"007" glanced at "Gandalf," who sat on the steps, scribbling in a notebook, then asked Franca:

"What did you tell the chairman? I felt he got excited."

Franca calmed her expression and shared the same information with "007."

"007" Angoulême stared blankly for a moment, then gritted his teeth:

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"What else haven't you told me?"

"I was afraid you'd really become 007," Franca joked, but "007"'s glare shut her down. She smiled sheepishly: "Sometimes, it's not that I don't want to tell you—it's just not the right time, or I don't have the right to."

I'm not Lu Mi, who drags out answers like squeezing toothpaste… If I could tell you, I'd share everything… Franca added silently to herself.

"007" knew "Sleeve Sword" had joined some secret organization and understood her dilemma. He took two deep breaths and calmed down.

He muttered to himself:

"You've found so many traces of the other world beneath Triel. I don't believe the two churches that have guarded Triel for over a thousand years noticed nothing."

"When I become a demi-god, a senior cleric, I should be able to access those archives, right?"

"Yes, yes," Franca nodded vigorously in agreement.

In the corner where the "Academy" group gathered, "Professor," "Associate Professor," "Principal," "Isotope," and others had all seen Harrison's portrait pinned to the stone chair and were now discussing it passionately.

The woman whose face was painted with the periodic table in washable paint asked those around her:

"If we truly found a way and a passage back to our world, would you go?"

"Professor" and "Associate Professor" exchanged glances and said:

"If we could take our children, without leaving anyone behind, we'd definitely want to return."

The suspected vampire "Principal" smiled:

"If I could keep my transcendent abilities, I'd be willing to go back."

"Isotope," with two fake heads on each shoulder and a dummy mask, chuckled:

"I have no one or nothing tying me down. Modern life can't replace the sense of achievement I've gained in this world. I have no desire to return."

"What about you, 'Muggle'?" "Periodic Table" asked Lu Mi, who had been quietly listening.

Lu Mi paused, then spoke in Aurora's voice:

"That's what I've longed for day and night."

"But I also want to take some close people with me."

After much discussion, the topics of "home" and "Resurrection Island" finally lost their heat. As everyone fell into an unspoken silence, Lu Mi lifted his elegant chin and surveyed the group:

"Does anyone here know someone from the 'Morse Ascetic Society'?"

Instantly, most members of the "Academy" group turned their gazes toward "Muggle," studying her bare, rosy lips and pale skin beneath her hood.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" asked "Professor," who wore a butterfly tie, puzzled.

The "Academy" group had many "Wizards" who had exchanged intelligence on the "Morse Ascetic Society"; she wasn't surprised that "Muggle" knew of this secret organization.

Lu Mi smiled and replied:

"I want to send a message to the 'Morse Ascetic Society': one of their own is a traitor."

"Traitor?" "Isotope" and others looked confused.

Lu Mi didn't answer, but asked instead:

"Have you heard of the 'Man in the Mirror'?"

According to Ms. Hela's latest statement, members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" who could enter the "Land of Night" via incantations were merely mentally corrupted or internally contaminated—not likely to have undergone a change in life form without detection. So the possibility of a "Man in the Mirror" hiding here could be preliminarily ruled out.

"I've heard of them," nodded "Professor," wearing a black half-mask. "Occasionally, the original is replaced by their 'Man in the Mirror.' But why these 'Men in the Mirror' appear remains unknown. Perhaps official transcendent agents hold relevant intelligence."

You know quite a bit about the mystical world… Lu Mi's lips curved into a smiling arc:

"I know a 'Mirror Person' named Griffiths replaced the original, and the original was a member of the 'Moss Ascetic Society'—though Griffiths certainly wasn't the name he used in the 'Moss Ascetic Society.'"

The members of the 'Academy' group fell silent, merely nodding slightly.

Lu Mi did not continue the topic.

The 'Professor' glanced at her and asked tentatively:

"Muggle, are you still in Trier?"

"I am." Lu Mi replied with a smile.

The 'Professor' looked around and said:

"I'm planning to organize a real-life gathering of Trier members soon—will you attend?"

"Mainly our 'Academy' group members."

Lu Mi's eyes flickered slightly as he smiled and said:

"Alright."

(End of Chapter)