"What do you think, Ms. Jana?" Lumian smiled and responded to her with the words Jana had just said.

"Damn," Jaina lifted her hand, turned around hatefully, and returned to the first floor. Lumien thought for a few seconds, knocked on the table in front of him, and said to Luis and Sakota, "Give me a glass of fennel vermouth."

As the "protector" of the Breeze Ballroom, he eats and drinks here without costing money.

He didn't want to save even more when he thought that most of the ballroom's profits would have to be given to the boss and used to buy off the officers.

No matter how bitter you are, you can't be bitter yourself, try to wronged the boss!

Lumian drank two glasses of bitter and psychedelic green liquid, and stayed in the Breeze Ballroom until almost midnight.

He stood up and said to Luis and Sakota, "I'm going to sleep, you wait until the ballroom closes and you'll go back yourself." If someone makes trouble, throw it out, and if you can't beat it, gather everyone together, dare to shoot, rest assured, I will be responsible for what happens. "The half thing he didn't say was: If I can't take responsibility, then let the boss worry about it.

- The Breeze Ballroom is open until 2 a.m. and opens from 10:30 a.m. to 11 a.m.

"Yes, sir." Sakota and Luis replied in unison.

Back in the bedroom, Lumien stayed another quarter of an hour before picking up the brown suitcase containing Aurore's witchcraft notes, squeezing out the window and jumping from the second floor.

He landed steadily, walked through the shadows, turned from Market Avenue to White Coat Street, and entered the safe house he had rented before.

After hiding his notes and repelling the worms with some sulfur, Lumian left the room and turned into the alley behind White Coat Street, intending to go around to the Golden Rooster Hotel, where he would sleep tonight.

After walking a dozen steps, he saw garbage piled up next to a barricade. Scavengers and cleaners won't come until tomorrow morning, when it's a haven for rats, cockroaches, flies and stray dogs.

Seeing rats and stray dogs, Lumien remembered something: there was an unconfirmed use for one of the three metal vials he had obtained from the Perverted Hedsey.

Just give it a try...... Lumian nodded invisibly.

With his outstanding skills, extraordinary reflexes, agile movements, and strong observation skills, he quickly stepped on a mouse with gray hair, then crouched down, took out the slightly heavy metal vial, and poured some of the unscented and colorless liquid into the mouth of the "prey".

The rat squeaked quickly, but other than that, nothing was out of the ordinary.

"In that perverted style, I thought it was an aphrodisiac potion, but it doesn't look like it now...... Also, that pervert has the extraordinary ability to arouse desire, and there is no need to have an extra bottle of potion with a repeating effect......" Lumian let go of his right foot and watched the mouse flee to the other mice, making it here, squeezing there, squeaking and squeaking, but nothing else.

Odd...... Lumian looked at it for a long time and still couldn't make a judgment.

Suddenly, a voice as clear as water sounded behind him: "What are you doing?"

Lumian turned around and saw Franca, the "Red Boots", coming out of the shadows at the end of the alley.

She still wore red boots, off-white breeches, a blouse with a black and white tartan blouse, and her flaxen-colored hair was simply tied up.

Why are you here? Lumian was going to ask, but immediately remembered that Franca lived at 3 White Coat Street.

He replied calmly, "Do an experiment."

"What experiment?" "Red Boots" Franka walked over curiously.

Her bright lake-colored eyes swept over the group of rats, and she laughed, "Your sister taught you to use rats as experiments?"

"You mean guinea pigs?" Lumian felt very easy to communicate with Franca, and many words did not need to be explained.

Instead, he said, "Didn't Jane tell you that I got three metal vials after I killed that pervert?

One of them contained a gas that could make people unconscious, and it ran out when he killed "Hammer" Aite, and one was the irritating gas it matched, and there were quite a few.

"The other bottle is liquid, I don't know what it does, try these rats."

Franka gave a look of realization, "It turned out to be something left over from that pervert."

She immediately asked expectantly, "Could it be an aphrodisiac potion?"

How do you have an idea with me, ma'am? Lumian gestured to the still squeaking rat with a little amusement, "It doesn't look like it."

"You seem a little disappointed, huh?"

Franka didn't hide her emotions and sighed, "yes, it's an aphrodisiac potion, how interesting it would be."

"If it's really an aphrodisiac potion, what do you want to use it for?" Lumian suddenly had a slight suspicion that Franka wanted to do something to Jana.

Franka glanced at him, "Damn, are you slandering me in your heart, thinking that I have no moral bottom line?" I hope it's an aphrodisiac potion, mainly to try what it's like, how good the effect is, I'll drink a little bit, I'll let Gardner drink a little, and those mistresses of his can also drink it, do you know what flirting is, what is sex? "......" Lumian was speechless for a moment before he said after a few seconds, "You Triers are having such a good time."

"I'm not from Trier." Franka retorted, "But I agree with what you said."

She glanced sideways at the metal vial in Lumian's hand, "Can I help you see what it does?"

"You're not afraid of danger?" Lumien was slightly stunned.

You know, it's not clear if this liquid is a chronic poison or a curse vector!

Franka laughed, "You really need to make up for your occult knowledge." I'm going to use divination, and "witches" also have a lot of divination ability

Force. "Aurore's witchcraft notes don't mention it, only that the witch's potions cause sex change, and it is assumed that every witch is good at spells...... Well, those who are good at spells should not be weak in divination...... Lumian took the vial to Franca.

Franka walked to the edge of the alley and stopped behind a five-story house.

She stretched out her right hand and wiped it back and forth on the darkened glass window.

At the same time, she whispered something in Hermes, and even with Lumien's hearing, she could only faintly hear a few words: "spiritual......

"Inquiry"......

Answer......

After a few seconds, the glass window became dark and deep, as if it could lead to an unknown and mysterious world.

Franca took a step back, held up the metal vial, and said in Intis, "What does the liquid in it do?"

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"Very cautious." Franka nodded approvingly, "Your sister is very lucky to have a brother like you, I used to have a younger brother, arrogant, showy, and incompetent, I want to teach him a lesson every day......

As she spoke, Franka fell silent, looking down at her red boots.

There used to be, meaning there is no now? Lumian was keenly aware of what Franca didn't want to express, and immediately understood why the other party's mood was suddenly low.

After a few seconds, Franka smiled again: "Your sister should trust you too, otherwise she wouldn't tell you about our organization, although we didn't specifically emphasize that we can't tell our family about the workshop, but almost no one has revealed it, after all, ......

Franka was silent again, her smile bitter.

After all, what? Although Lumien was puzzled, he did not ask, and briefly explained the reason why Horore did this: "We were in the midst of a catastrophe, and we didn't know who would die and who would survive, so my sister told me some secret things that I hoped would come in handy in the future."

"Understood." Franka nodded, adjusted her mood, and said with a smile, "I thought you came to White Coat Street to find me, and I can't wait to catch up on the occult."

"It's too late." Lumien was already feeling tired.

Franka chuckled, "I'm not going to do anything to you, to do that kind of thing with someone who knows their own gender, it's too crazy, it's too shameful."

Is it? I'm afraid that after you get used to it, you will find it more exciting to have a sense of shame...... Lumien suspects that Franka, who can be persuaded by "life is too short, why not try", will do more unexpected things.

Saying goodbye to the witch, he returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

Until Saturday, nothing happened in the Candid-People Market area.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Lumien went to 19 Sher Street in the Boulevard district again and met Mr. K, who was in the basement.

Mr. K pointed to the three waiters holding the silver plate behind him and said, "There are three magical items in total, and the price is between 15,000 and 20,000 Filgin, you can choose for yourself."