Chapter 815

Franca walked to the full-length mirror and put the silver-white "Lie" earring on her left ear.

The skin on her face immediately became translucent, and it seemed as if one granulation bud after another grew underneath.

Immediately after, these granulation buds squirmed and changed, gathering together again.

In just twenty or thirty seconds, Franca had turned into the Aurora that Lu Mian had disguised.

After repeatedly adjusting for a while, she smoothed her drooping blonde hair and looked at herself in the mirror, saying:

"Aurora is really beautiful... 'Lie' is so magical; I can't believe it can do this much."

"Haven't you used 'Lie' before?" Jenna, who was standing nearby, asked in confusion.

She remembered that Franca had used it more than once.

Franca chuckled:

"I haven't used it for too long, just expressing some emotion. Besides, after becoming a 'Pleasure Witch' and trying to use 'Lie' to fine-tune my appearance once, I didn't dare to do it again, fearing that I would fall in love with myself and become addicted to my own beauty, unable to extricate myself.

"Now I've just simply touched up Aurora's face, and I feel she's truly beautiful. I don't know what such a natural beauty would look like if she followed the 'Witch' pathway. 'Lie' and 'Witch,' tsk, they are truly a perfect match. It's just that it's too easy to never return; I'd rather live in a lie than face the truth."

Seeing that Franca could still mock herself and joke, Jenna quietly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile:

"For us 'Witches,' 'Lie' is the most delicious poison."

Franca said "Hmm," turned back to the full-length mirror, and adjusted her height.

Before leaving, she looked at Jenna and asked thoughtfully:

"You still need two or three good acts of acting for your 'Witch' potion to be completely digested, right?"

"Yes, if I only rely on acting similar to the past, it will require the accumulation of time and frequency." Jenna knew what Franca was going to say as soon as she heard it.

Just like the words she often had on her lips, she was going to teach a little bit of life, no, digestion experience.

Franca, wearing the beautiful version of Aurora's face, laughed:

"I feel that your acting has always ignored the black magic of the 'Witch.' Think about it, isn't black magic an important part of various witch legends? And a large part of those witch legends should have been left behind by real 'Witches.'

"You can try to find a villain, someone who deserves to be hanged, collect his hair and flesh, issue a warning in advance as a witch, and torture him with black magic every day until he dies."

Jenna pondered for a while and said:

"I can try."

Although that's that, I'm still looking forward to you becoming a "Pleasure Witch" and letting things take a turn for the better... Franca sighed secretly, but kept a smile on the surface, pulled up her hood, walked out of the room, and disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.

The scheduled offline gathering location was at No. 6 Bellaf Avenue in the Boulevard District. It was a four-story western-style house with a garden, a top-tier residence that could be called luxurious even in the wealthy district. However, it had always been used for rent, with an annual rent of 15,000 gold pounds. Foreign dukes, bankers, diplomats, and others had lived there in the past.

Now, it had no long-term tenants and had been temporarily rented for a week by the "Professor" who organized the gathering.

Passing through the garden with coal gas street lamps lit and bypassing the fountain with statues, Franca arrived at the entrance of the house with light steps, seeing a table placed there with a sign-in book on it.

This was the simplest identity verification to avoid some weird Trier people from wandering in by mistake.

Franca hurriedly recalled Aurora's notes, mimicked the handwriting on them, and deliberately slanted it as if to cover it up, signing the word "Muggle."

It was as if a gaze had been cast from the void, lingering on the sign-in book for two seconds.

Silently, the door of the house opened, and Franca stepped inside.

After walking a few steps, she hurriedly slowed down and earnestly recalled what the posture of a real "Muggle" and a fake "Muggle" looked like when walking at various gatherings of the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society."

Franca, who had a very professional attitude toward acting, had dug out those memories buried deep in her mind through dream divination and other methods beforehand, and she grasped the charm of Aurora's walk without taking much time.

She reduced the stride of her steps and made her waist a little lighter.

The living room of this house was decorated with a very homey atmosphere, and the red and yellow colors dotted everywhere brought an indescribable sense of warmth.

The seven or eight members of the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" participating in this gathering were all wearing the same disguises as they had in the "Land of Night" to indicate their identities. Some were sitting in the sofa area, drinking and chatting, while others were gathered in the corner, playing a dart-throwing game.

The "Professor," wearing a black butterfly mask, held a prepared orange-yellow cocktail, left the sofa, and greeted Franca.

Her pale lips revealed a smile:

"Let's chat first, exchange the recent situation, and then drink together, play board games, sing, and play cards, how about that?"

Sure, sure. If offline gatherings were just about trading items and exchanging mystical knowledge without organizing some entertainment projects, then what was the point of gathering? One of the reasons Franca was willing to attend this real-life gathering was that she hadn't played with her "fellow countrymen" for a long time—there were some things she wanted to teach Lu Mian and Jenna, and letting them fully understand was truly too troublesome.

Dragging over a high stool, Franca sat down beside the "Professor" like a lady and cast her gaze toward acquaintances like "Periodic Table" and "Isotope," guessing whether there were any hidden members of the "Moses Ascetic Order" among them.

"'Muggle,' have you settled down in Trier?" The member of the "Academy" group, who had a periodic table painted on their face with oil paint, asked Franca curiously.

Franca restrained the side of herself that was too active, showing only a little bit to conform to "Muggle's" daily performance, and she answered with a smile:

"That's the case for now.

"But given the situation in Trier, I actually don't want to live here for a long time; I might move away after a while."

She was subtly reminding her "fellow countrymen" that the metropolis of Trier was full of dangers, just like being built on an active volcano, and could face an eruption at any time.

"Why do you say that?" Sure enough, the "Professor" keenly asked the question Franca wanted them to ask.

Franca let her lips outline an arc with a smile.

She pointed to the ground:

"I've encountered some things in underground Trier and feel that many huge dangers are brewing underground. I don't know when they will erupt."

"For example, 'Mirror People'?" The "Professor" asked thoughtfully.

Franca nodded slightly:

"Yes."

She didn't say too much. On one hand, those were confidential; on the other hand, even if she told them, without solid evidence, others might not necessarily believe her.

The "Professor," "Isotope," and others all fell into silence, not knowing what they were thinking. The "Associate Professor" and others who were playing darts returned to the sofa area one after another, bringing the topic to other aspects.

During the exchange, Franca performed much more actively than Lu Mian had before, because she understood many of the secret codes and knew many things, so she wasn't afraid of saying the wrong thing or failing to catch the jokes.

The "Professor" looked at her and said quite gratifyingly:

"I feel that you have already walked out of the incident of being harmed by 'April Fools' and have returned to your original state, no longer as silent as you were some time ago, and more often just watching from the sidelines."

Uh... Franca suddenly felt that she seemed to have messed things up.

It wasn't that she hadn't disguised herself as "Muggle" well this time; on the contrary, it was that she had disguised herself too well.

If Lu Mian were to switch back later, the members of the "Academy" group would definitely find it strange—why was she back in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder?

She couldn't say that she had encountered another injury, could she?

Franca's thoughts raced, and she quickly found a reason:

"Actually, I haven't completely walked out of it. Some wounds might, might never heal in a lifetime; it's just that everyone was chatting very happily just now, which gave me a feeling of returning to the past."

The "Professor" expressed understanding. Just as she was about to say something more, her face, which was not covered by the black butterfly mask, suddenly twisted, and her eyeballs bulged, as if she were enduring great pain.

She slowly bent her waist and back, raised her hands, and grabbed her head tightly.

Franca was stunned for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the others quickly, and she discovered that the "Associate Professor," "Isotope," and "Periodic Table" also had similar expressions, only two members of the gathering who were not "Wizards" had no abnormalities.

Oh right, I'm also a "Wizard" now... Franca mimicked the performance of the "Professor" and the others while recalling the pain she suffered during the promotion ceremony, making herself appear as if she had a splitting headache.

After two or three minutes, the "Professor" straightened her body and exhaled slowly.

The non-"Wizard" member with the code name "Griffin" asked in confusion:

"What's wrong with you?"

Just after asking the question, "Griffin" suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"Is that evil god, the 'Hidden Sage,' instilling knowledge again?"

The "Associate Professor," wearing a brown kraft paper bag, smiled bitterly:

"Yes."

"I can't believe it's broadcast-style; I always thought it was one-on-one." "Griffin" sighed.

"Both situations exist." The "Professor" rubbed her head and said to Franca, "Periodic Table," and the others, "Have you noticed that after that terrifying rainstorm, the frequency of the 'Hidden Sage' instilling knowledge and the frequency of broadcast-style instillation have both increased significantly?"

"Yes." "Periodic Table" nodded with a somewhat solemn tone.

Seeing that all the "Wizards" present agreed with the "Professor's" statement, Franca also nodded along.

She thought thoughtfully:

Does this abnormality have anything to do with the "Heavenly Master"?

Did opening the seal of Fourth Epoch Trier at that time let some power leak out, causing the already crazy "Hidden Sage" to become even crazier?

—Franca knew that the terrifying rainstorm the "Professor" mentioned referred to the time when the "Hostel" plan briefly opened the seal of Fourth Epoch Trier.

PS: I recommend a book, *Dragon Treasury*, which tells an industrial revolution story that takes place in an Eastern fantasy world, by the author, the great Yan Yu Jiang Nan.

Mentioning him, I can't help but express emotion. Back then, the Great Prophecy Art brought me a great shock, and it also had a great influence on my later creations.

(End of chapter)