Chapter 821: Small Team Action

In the evening, Trier, District 20, named after the cemetery, 35 Saint-Nones Street.

Franca, Jenna, and Anthony, who were in different states of invisibility, arrived outside room 6 on the 5th floor, confirmed the environmental details here, and made final preparations for the subsequent action.

According to the information provided by "Periodic Table," Nikila, a member of the "Moses Ascetic Order" suspected of being a "Mirror Person," was an ordinary small clerk in reality, working for a grain company, going out on time every day, returning home on time, and living a very regular life.

The only special thing Nikila showed was that he was not married at thirty-five or thirty-six, the reason being that he had severe intermittent migraines and could not get the favor of women.

The moment she finished reading the information, the thought that popped into Franca's mind was:

"Consistent with the characteristics of 'Secrets Supplicants' being continuously influenced by the evil god 'Hidden Sage'...

"Will the 'Mirror Person' of the 'Secrets Supplicant' pathway also be force-fed knowledge by the 'Hidden Sage'?"

Recalling the content of the information, Franca left the invisible state, produced white frost, let them flow into the keyhole, and condensed into ice.

Thus, she got a crystal key and easily opened Nikila's door.

Taking advantage of the fact that this small clerk in reality had not yet finished work and returned home, Franca took out a mirror and performed divination to avoid traps or early warning arrangements that might exist in the apartment.

"There is a full-length mirror in the bedroom, living room, and second bedroom, and there are as many as fifteen or sixteen portable mirrors. If you say you are not a 'Mirror Person,' who would believe it?" Franca checked around twice and muttered to herself.

She was also telling Jenna and Anthony outside the door about the information she had collected.

Of course, there was another possibility that there were so many mirrors in the room, and that was that Nikila was a "Witch," but obviously, this person was not a charming woman, or even a woman.

Franca walked to the full-length mirror in the living room, looking at Jenna and Anthony who appeared in the corridor outside the door:

"I will ambush behind this mirror. You follow the predetermined plan and force the target into this mirror. If he can use the mirror world, it can be confirmed that he is the 'Mirror Person' Griffiths."

While Franca was speaking, black flames burned everywhere in the room, quietly eliminating the various traces left by the previous search.

Jenna nodded gently and specifically exhorted:

"You have to be careful that there is an ambush behind this mirror. Didn't Lu Mian encounter it before?"

"Don't worry, 'Magic Mirror Divination' tells me there is no ambush. Of course, I won't completely believe and rely on divination, and I will be careful to guard against it." Franca felt Jenna's concern, smiled, and threw the "Seven Stone Bracelet" with only two diamonds left from her "Traveler's Bag" toward the door.

While throwing it, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart:

"Out with the old, in with the new, out with the old, in with the new..."

After Jenna caught the "Seven Stone Bracelet," Franca emphasized again:

"After confirming that Nikila has entered this mirror, you must 'teleport' away immediately and use that fixed mirror world entrance to help me."

"No problem." Anthony put on his gloves, closed the door of the apartment where Nikila was, and pressed his palm on the keyhole to warm the metal that had become increasingly cold due to the influence of the ice key.

This was to prevent Nikila from noticing the abnormality through the residual cold when opening the door.

After Jenna and Anthony left, Franca took out the crystal-clear "Ice Amulet" and wore it around her neck.

Then, she pressed her palm against the mirror surface of the full-length mirror in the living room.

With the flash of cold light, she passed through the glass layer silently.

Behind the mirror was a void, and a deep, pitch-black tunnel like a spider web filled Franca's vision.

Franca, who was closely watching the situation around her, breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself silently:

"No ambush."

After confirming this, she brought her body close to the mirror surface and observed the situation in the apartment living room through the glass layer:

Nikila had not returned yet, and it was unusually quiet outside in the sunset glow.

Franca's spirit tightened involuntarily, she raised her right hand, pinched her temples, and said with a sigh:

"If only Lu Mian were here..."

This action plan was proposed and perfected by her as the leader, which made her lose many brain cells while also shouldering the responsibility of having to achieve the goal and not letting Jenna and Anthony suffer serious injuries, so she couldn't relax at all.

In the past, these things were done and borne by Lu Mian, and she only needed to question and let her imagination run wild, completing the part of the task that belonged to her.

"Hey, being the leader of a team is too tiring, no way to slack off..." Franca calmed down and waited patiently.

In the cafe diagonally opposite 35 Saint-Nones Street.

Jenna, who took off her hood and became a black-skirted girl, sat by the window, chatting with Anthony opposite about the various interesting things in Trier.

Suddenly, she placed her left elbow on the coffee table, pressed her palm against the flaxen long hair that had returned to its original appearance from the side, and her voice became lower involuntarily:

"The target is back."

Anthony performed the look of being attracted by the beautiful woman opposite, while using the corner of his eye to look at the apartment diagonally opposite.

A two-story public carriage stopped on the side of the road, and a man in his thirties wearing a black woolen coat and a top hat got off.

The man was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with steady steps, a thin face, distinct edges and corners, and a pair of relatively rare deep black eyes.

It is indeed Nikila... Anthony looked at Jenna and nodded with a smile, indicating that the other party had not identified the wrong target.

Jenna then straightened her head, withdrew her left hand, and cast her gaze toward the cuckoo wall clock in the cafe.

She smiled at Anthony and said:

"There are still three minutes."

She meant that the action would officially begin in three minutes.

And the reason for waiting in the cafe for another three minutes was to avoid the instinctive investigation of the "Secrets Supplicant" after returning home.

This was a detailed problem discussed by Franca, Jenna, and Anthony.

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Nikila, wearing a top hat, walked back to the 5th floor along the stairs and stopped outside room 6.

He didn't open the door immediately, but raised his right hand and pinched his temples on both sides.

Then, he closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes stained with deep purple, floating with a mysterious charm.

"Eye of Secrets"!

Nikila usually used special "Wizard" spells to weaken the effect of the "Eye of Secrets" to avoid sudden death, but this could not be completely sealed. He was now going all out to observe the various situations inside and outside the room and the surrounding area.

The bugs on the ceiling, the hair in the cracks of the corridor, the neighbors cooking in front of the coal stove, the dust floating in the room's air, the children running back and forth on the stairs, the rats hiding in the shadows, and the pedestrians passing by the front and back streets of the apartment were reflected in Nikila's deep purple eyes in a chaotic and overlapping scene.

At the same time, Nikila also saw shadows like curtains shrouding the surroundings, and saw all the mirror surfaces floating with a layer of pitch-black water light.

The gaze behind the shadow curtain became obvious, and Nikila ended this reconnaissance first, closing his eyes.

If he continued to look, he didn't know what he would encounter and what would happen, and now, his heart was already full of fear.

"Hu... The 'Eye of Secrets' is really dangerous. The 'Listeners' of the 'Secrets Supplicant' pathway listen, and we look. Both are equally easy to touch things that shouldn't be touched, and can die for unknown reasons at any time..." Nikila pulled out a brown scroll made of leather from the row of hidden pockets inside his black woolen coat and whispered a Hermes word—"Myopia."

The scroll then burned with pitch-black flames and quickly turned into ashes.

The mysterious deep purple in Nikila's eyes then sank into the depths of his pitch-black pupils.

After doing this, Nikila took out the key and opened the door.

He had already confirmed that the entire apartment and the streets on both sides had no suspicious persons, let alone enemies ambushing in the shadows, and there were no traces showing abnormalities.

After entering the living room and closing the door behind him, Nikila unbuttoned the top buttons of his woolen coat and white shirt, sat on the sofa relaxedly, and placed his arms on both sides.

Franca, behind the full-length mirror, saw this scene, and taking advantage of Nikila leaning forward to pick up the bottle of beer on the coffee table, she reached out her right palm, let it extend slightly out of the mirror surface, and pressed it tightly against the glass layer.

After Nikila sat back on the sofa, Franca immediately withdrew her right palm.

Gulp, gulp, Nikila drank beer while reading the newspapers he had just brought back, no different from those ordinary small clerks.

Time passed minute by minute. Jenna and Anthony saw that three minutes had passed, so they left the cafe, turned into a nearby quiet alley, and completed the preparations for hiding in the shadows and psychological invisibility.

They quickly sneaked back to the target apartment and hid in the predetermined positions respectively.

At this time, Nikila was still reading the newspaper, not yet considering whether to go out to find a restaurant to eat or just make something.

Suddenly, Nikila felt his throat a little dry and itchy, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

He coughed and subconsciously thought:

"I've drunk half a bottle of beer, how could my throat be so dry and itchy?"

Just as such a thought flashed, Nikila couldn't help but cough again.

He immediately had intense unease.

This is not right!

Just as Nikila was instantly alert, Jenna, who heard the target cough twice through the wall, emerged from the shadows without hesitation, and while wearing a hood, inserted the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" into her heart backhanded.

Her flaxen long hair seemed to have grown a little, her contour lines became more beautiful, and her facial features were even more stunning.

The previous Jenna, beauty was to highlight female charm, a manifestation of female charm, but now, her beauty seemed to have become a more independent concept, seductive because of beauty.

Through the door, she let the shadows under Nikila's feet and the darkness around him condense into illusory but solid pitch-black chains, winding toward the target one by one.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 822 =====