After listening to Lumian's words, Franka blurted out, "! What does it have to do with those guys?"

"What the hell does Yuguatuatuis want to do?"

"I don't understand the point of causing such an explosion at a chemical plant...... Maybe it's just a coincidence, Bono. Goodwell and Huger. Artois has a pretty good relationship, and it's normal to visit your home, but it just so happened that there was an explosion at the chemical plant today......" Lumien said thoughtfully.

You can't take every coincidence in life lightly, but you can't take every coincidence as a problem either.

Franka nodded slightly, "Indeed."

"But I must remind you that the explosion at the chemical plant is not for nothing, it may have brought quite a few deaths, and this is very important for many evil rituals, and the living are always the third best sacrifice."

"Can this be a ritual too?" Lumien was stunned.

Franka corrected, "Part of the ritual, killing the sacrifice with a knife and killing the sacrifice with a chemical plant explosion, there is no essential difference between the deity that the celebrant wants to invoke, your understanding of ritual magic is still too one-sided, of course, some rituals may require a similar explosion to be effective."

This is like in the "art of substitution", before the ceremony, let the "stand-in" live as the replaced person for a long time? Lumian probably understood.

Franka then sighed: "This is just a guess on my part, not true, maybe the coincidence you said is the correct answer, but in any case, it is necessary for us to remind the official extraordinary, pay attention to the traces of the ritual, and pay attention to the role played by the councilor's office in this disaster."

"Damn, if that's not Congressman, I'm going to get him back tonight, hang him from the ceiling, whip him, and ask him what he wants to do and what it has to do with those cultists.

"Well, in the explosion just now, I don't know how many people lost their parents, husbands, wives, siblings or children, and I don't know how many people prayed, worried and suffered for their injured loved ones."

"Like Jana." Lumian said.

Franka was stunned for a second: "What did you say?"

"Jana's mom works at the Goodwell chemical plant, you don't know?" Lumien asked rhetorically.

Franka was stunned for a moment, then asked with concern, "How is her mother doing now?"

Lumian briefly recounted how he accompanied Jane to Rue Saint-Ger to find Elody, and used the remaining healing potions to save Elodie from the brink of death.

Franka breathed a sigh of relief, then said in pain, "Why wasn't I there!" How could I not be there!"

The corners of Lumian's mouth twitched, and he said calmly: "You still have a chance now, Jaanna is worried about the follow-up treatment costs."

"I'll go to the Holy Palace Hospital right away!" Franca's eyes lit up and she was about to rush out of the apartment.

Lumian hurriedly called out to her, "Don't forget to bring the Stinger Gang healing potions, I'm afraid the situation will recur."

Just like Mr. Ruhr.

Without waiting for Franca's response, he added, "Also, help Jaanna bring the dress she wore in the morning."

"Hmm...... I'd like to borrow 4,000 Felkin from you and use half of the 'Harvest Sacrifice' as collateral, I've already gathered all the supporting materials for the 'Burner' potion. ”

"So fast?" Franka looked shocked, "I haven't even started looking for you yet!"

Lumian laughed, "I met the boss at the door of the councilor's office last night, and told him that I was about to be promoted, that I had advanced a sum of money, and asked him to help me keep an eye out for the auxiliary materials for the 'Arsonist' potion."

The more Franka listened, the more complicated her expression became: "You kid has more eyes than I imagined...... Confessing to Gardner in this matter is indeed the best course of action.

"Can't you think about me, though? Do you know, I also want to use Gardner to help you collect the auxiliary materials for the 'Arsonist's potion, he is the Sequence 6 'Conspirator' or Sequence 5 of the 'Hunter' path, and there is a group of 'Hunters' by his side, there will be no shortage of similar things, fortunately, fortunately, I haven't looked for him for the past two days, otherwise he will definitely suspect that I have an affair with you. ”

Lumian had always thought that Franka would search for materials through the Curly Baboon Research Society, but she did not expect that she planned to go to Gardner based on the principle of proximity and convenience. Martin helped, almost causing the private relationship between the two to be exposed.

Franka returned to the room, took out a bill worth 4,000 Filkins out of nowhere, handed it to Lumian and solemnly told him: "After getting the main materials, don't rush to mix potions, you must ensure that your state can withstand the impact of promotion, otherwise it is better to postpone for a while, the main materials are much more convenient to keep than potions."

"I know very well." Lumian replied calmly.

He thought for a moment and said, "You'd better contact the official first and then go to find Jana, the explosion didn't take long to happen, maybe there are still some clues left."

"Hmm." Franka agreed.

Before Lumian was about to leave, he asked curiously: "The living person is the third best sacrifice, so what is the difference between the second best and the first best?"

"The second best is a creature with extraordinary characteristics, and the first is a ......," Franka smiled, demigods.

……

Noll District, 6th floor of the Holy Palace Hospital.

When Jane returned to the hospital room from the bathroom, she saw her brother Julian helping her mother Elodie to shove the corners into it.

Elodie was still unconscious, but her complexion had changed for the better.

Julian stood up, pulled his sister aside, and whispered, "Celia, you don't have to worry about the follow-up treatment costs, I'll figure it out, you continue to learn your drama in the old pigeon cage."

Jana's heart warmed, and she asked, "Did the doctor tell you?"

"Well, I just said that." Julian nodded heavily.

Jane Na pursed her mouth and said: "You don't have to worry, my friends have promised to lend me money, which can be repaid in three years, only with a very low interest, and I will save a little bit of the income of the underground singer and you as a worker, it should be enough, and it will not affect our respective apprentices."

Julian was silent for a few seconds and said, "That Charles?"

"Yes, he's one of them, but there's another friend, well, the 'Red Boots' Franka, whom I mentioned last night."

Jaina felt that she had to explain the matter clearly, or she feared that her brother would go to extremes.

She remembers that the year before, Julian wanted to sell himself behind his mother's back to the Byron Pass Import and Export Company to become a mercenary to pay off all his debts, and send his sister to the theater as an acting apprentice, but fortunately he was later stopped.

Julian was about to say something when he saw a tall, slender woman appear at the door of the ward.

She wore a women's shirt, light-colored breeches, a white plaid tweed top on a black background, and red boots, her long flaxen hair was simply tied into a ponytail, her eyebrows flew into her sideburns, and her eyes were bright and bright, and she had a charm that made people can't take their eyes off it.

Janena greeted her happily, "Franca."

......

White Coat Street, inside the safe house.

Lumian, who had bought the Holy Star Lily and was distilling the hydrosol, sat down and waited for the "magician" lady to reply.

The blood of the fire salamander, magma pyroxene powder, and red-crowned impatiens grass powder were lined up on the desk in front of him.

When the Holy Star Lily Hydrosol was about to be prepared, the "doll" with delicate but slightly weird little arms in a pale gold dress appeared on the windowsill.

It put down a metal biscuit box, sniffled, and said, "Next time summon me to use this hydrosol."

"Okay." The other party's request was too weird, and Lumian didn't react for a while, so he could only answer instinctively.

Soon, the "puppet" messenger disappeared from his eyes, and Lumian opened the lid of the bright silver cookie box to see the small, crimson "heart" burning silently.

Without hesitation, he took the prepared beer mug and shook it into the extraordinary properties of the "Arsonist".

Immediately afterward, Lumian poured the vial of more than 50 milliliters of fire salamander blood into the cup.

A sizzling sound suddenly sounded, and the crimson liquid evaporated a lot, turning into a blood mist, lingering around the "heart".

The extraordinary characteristics of the "arsonist" are much softer than just now, and the surface is like a lake, with layers of ripples.

As Lumian put magma pyroxene powder, red-crowned impatiens powder, and star lily hydrosol into the beer mug as required by the potion recipe, the blood mist that lingered around the "heart" shrank sharply inward, causing a lot of yellowish liquid with red bubbles to appear there.

It was the "Fireman" potion, and it caught Lumien's eyes.

Lumian didn't rush to eat, but closed his eyes.

His mind conjured up the body of the madman Flemish hanging from the window frame and the blank piece of paper with the other's suicide note, Mr. Ruhr dying of festering all over his body, Mrs. Michel who drank and sang ballads and finally hanged herself in the morning light, and the cries of the whistle square.

He then saw his stubborn and stubborn self when he was wandering, he saw himself who still did not give up under the blows again and again, saw another ending of himself, and saw the pathos, unwillingness, powerlessness and depression that he tried to pursue hope but was buried by darkness.

The ridicule of fate sounded in his ears, and the fire he tried so hard to suppress in his heart surged up, burning more and more intensely: if this is my inevitable end;

If this is the fate of the dust;

If the effort is not rewarded, if hope can never be reached;

Then I will fight with my life to change all this!

Even if there is no light and no hope is lost, I will fight until I die!

Fuck you councillors!

Fuck you Guillaume. Bene!

Fuck you evil god faith!

Fuck you Termi Bolos!

Fuck your fate!

Lumian opened his eyes and summed up his last rule of playing the "provocateur": provocation is a symbol of indomitability!

He didn't need it to help himself digest, and with the fire burning in his chest, he picked up his beer glass and gulped the liquid inside.

It was like a high-temperature flame that burned from his mouth to his esophagus, to his stomach, and to his heart.