After a few seconds, Franka forced a smile and said, "Leave him alone, he has his own occult party."

Janena bowed her head slightly, but said no more.

The two put on camouflage clothes, masks, and a small amount of cosmetics, and walked out of No. 3 White Coat Street to Market Avenue.

Take metro line 2, which connects the Suhitt steam train station in the market district and the Trier Nord train station in the cathedral district, to the 9th arrondissement, the famous opera district of the North Continent.

It's home to the world's largest and liveliest arcade, flanked by department stores and upscale shops, topped by a glass dome propped up by steel frames, with colorful paintings depicting sacred epics.

Let the sunlight shining through them be dyed with a bit of magnificence, in order to make up for the lack of light brought by the stained glass.

On the iron-black street lamp pole, the new kerosene lamp is always on, and the white light is dazzling.

This is called a gas lamp, and it uses the heat of its own ignition to turn kerosene into steam, which is sprayed on the surrounding hot gauze to create a bright white light.

In terms of lighting effect, this is many times stronger than the traditional gas street lamps and ordinary kerosene lamps at home, which comes from the transformation of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines.

Janena followed Franka into the public bathroom in the middle of the opera gallery, and each found a cubicle, changed clothes, and put on a simple makeup to hide her brilliance.

Then, along a nearby entrance, they went underground.

Unlike the other areas of Trier, the underground street, which corresponds to the arcade of the opera house above, is also bustling with people, with cafés, galleries, beer houses and small shops.

There was no dark, cold, and closed feeling at all, and it was only after walking out of here, underground Trier, that she returned to the appearance of Jane's impression.

As Assassins, both she and Franka possessed the ability to see things in the dark, but in order not to be seen by the participants of the occult gathering, they each carried a calcium carbide lamp, which cast a yellowish glow with a hint of blue in front of them.

Observing Franca's every move, Jana mimics the other party and puts on a silver-white metal mask that covers the upper half of her face.

Almost silently, he walked deeper into the ground along the slightly damp tunnel.

After walking for a while, Franka pointed to a fork in the road and said with a smile, "There is a haunted legend there."

"What legend?" Jane asked rather cooperatively.

"The people who said it was the opera house, and they often heard strange man's voices underground, so they asked several bounty hunters to investigate the cause, and as a result, they never returned."

"Didn't the official Extraordinary take care of it?" Jana asked in confusion.

"We investigated, but we didn't find anything, because this was a legend we made up."

Franka laughed.

Jane Na was even more confused: "Why do you go out of your way to make up such a legend, it's fun?"

Franka laughed, "Lest the Tririans who like to go underground disturb our party."

Janna felt that she understood the reason, and suddenly realized, "Scared them so that they don't dare to come to this area?"

"Nope." Franka shook her head.

"Let them focus on the area and ignore the surrounding places, in short, find something to do for the adventurous citizens of Trier and the university students."

Born and raised in Trier, Jana was dumbfounded.

He held for a few seconds before he said, "Damn, none of the people around me are like this."

"Everyone works very hard, but they like to go to places like bars and dance clubs to have a drink, sing and dance, or vent their emotions by insulting each other at the end of a busy day."

"Triers and Triers are not the same." Franka shook her head as she snorted.

As they spoke, they squeezed through a gap and into a new tunnel, arriving at a quarry cavity with a dark green moss.

The quarry was hollow, deep and dark, and Jana, who had never been exposed to any occult things, saw this scene, and her heart unconsciously beat faster, instinctively

I feel scared.

Frankayan greeted with a hand, "Do you need to be so cautious when you just send a skeleton over every time? Damn, still mask the skeleton, is there anything you can't see?"

[In view of the general environment,

The white skeleton, with its vocal cords on the metal, said in a rubbing voice, "I love it, adventurer, a quote from the series: this is a top hat."

After saying that, it looked at Jana, who was dark and did not burn any flames, "Who is she?"

"My friend, bring her to see her."

Franka replied very simply, and the skeleton didn't ask.

Kacha Kacha moved his neck, signaling that the two of them could enter the quarry hollow behind them.

Inside, Jane saw a number of people, all dressed in different disguises, sitting on rocks or standing in the corner, no one spoke, and it was extremely quiet.

After looking around, Janna suppressed her voice and asked Franca, "Just let me in?" It's too easy, too simple, isn't it? Don't you worry about trustworthiness, don't you worry about security?"

Franka chuckled, "I believe in him, and he believes in me."

"That's right." Jaina just nodded, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "How does that skeleton know it's you? Didn't you disguise yourself?"

"He has a special way of identifying people." Franka explained with a smile.

A quarter of an hour later, another group of people arrived, and by the time the iron-masked skeleton announced the official start of the fair, nearly twenty people had gathered in the cavern of the quarry.

With experience and curiosity, Jane watched the transactions from the sidelines, whispering a few words to Franka from time to time.

Mastering a lot of new terms, she was inevitably alarmed by the price of potion recipes, magical items, extraordinary weapons, and various materials in the process.

Even the cheapest ones, she had to be underground singers, and it took a whole week to earn enough, as for the expensive ones, she felt that she had no hope in her life, and the second third of the trade fair was mainly commissioned.

Before she knew it, Jana sat up straight, wanting to see if she could do it and make a lot of money.

A man in a black robe, showing the image of a wizard in various horror stories, said in a deliberately sharp voice, "I have a mission worth 20,000 Feldin."

20,000 Filkin? Everyone present turned their eyes to the client.

The same is true of Jane, who has never seen such a large sum of money before before in her activities.

The man glanced left and right and said, "The janitor of the Deep Valley Monastery in the Hill District has been missing for three days, I hope you can help me find him or his body, I can't identify the authenticity of the clue, so only the person who brought him or his body back to the Deep Valley Monastery can get the 20,000 Filkin, of course, you can also choose to bring it here."

Fukaya Monastery belongs to the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, and gathers many people who are interested in the study of machines and steam.

Ascetics (monks) who do not marry, have children, or preach.

It is located in the 19th arrondissement of the hills, and to the west is the cathedral district where the Church of Steam and the Mechanics, the Archbishop's Cathedral and the Northern Railway Station of Trier are located.

To the east is the 20th arrondissement, which is the cemetery area.

Seeing that no one responded, the man continued: "The official investigation has been made, and there is no gain, each of you can take this commission, go in the name of a bounty hunter, and investigate at the Deep Valley Monastery, don't worry about being suspected, I will post notices about this matter in bars, dance halls, and beer halls in various districts next."

You can try it, anyway, if you can't investigate it, you won't lose anything, at most you will waste some time to make money.

Janena was quite excited, looking sideways at Franca, Franka also nodded, thinking that this task could be accepted, on the one hand, she was curious, and on the other hand, she felt that she could bring some experience to Jane.

lest she will only do assassination at the cost of her life, and she really smells it

The dangerous aura, in addition to discovering the anomaly, they can also exit in time, of course, the bounty is high enough, which is also one of the reasons.

After a brief silence, the participants of the party began to ask questions, one after the other, hoping to have enough information before the formal investigation.

The client replied briefly, only to inform everyone that the missing convent janitor was Pinker, in his early fifties, a resident of the nearby town of Deep Valley, a devout believer in the gods of steam and machines, and never married.

He has a fanatical penchant for machinery, which is why he goes to the Abbey of the Deep Valley and works as a janitor when he has his own fields, and he goes home once a week, one day at a time, but does not disappear from home.

That night, while the research-obsessed monks were in the courtyard, testing a steam artifact, they saw Pinker, who was at the door of the janitor's hut, watching with great interest.

Unbeknownst to him, he was found missing the next morning.

Janna took this information seriously, just like she usually learns to act, and not long after, this occult gathering ended, and the participants left in batches in tacit understanding.

A few evenings later, Lumian sat at the bar in the Breeze Ballroom, sipping his favorite absinthe while watching Jaanna sing and dance.

At this time, Louis came over and leaned into his ear and said, "Boss, the boss is here, waiting for you at the café on the second floor."

"The Boss came over in person?" Lumian was slightly taken aback, and he didn't say anything more.

Gollum drank the remaining green liquid and got up and walked to the staircase.

At this time, Gardner Martin was standing by the window, not dressed in formal clothes, wearing a dark brown jacket and a wide-brimmed round hat of the same color, as if he had just come from the dock or the yard.

With reddish brown eyes, he looked at Lumian for a second, then motioned for everyone else to leave.

Soon only Gardner Martin and Lumien were left in the café.

The Savoyard boss smiled and said, "I must have expressed my appreciation for you more than once, right?"

"Yes, thank you, Boss." Lumian nodded.

Gardner Martin's expression gradually became serious: "Are you interested in joining my circle? This gives you access to more extraordinary, more power, and more resources."

That's it? Lumian didn't hide his doubts: "What is the cost?"

Gardner Martin smiled again, "The price is that you may encounter more dangers, and you must follow orders to complete some tasks, but as long as you do well, you will definitely be able to improve quickly, and maybe in a few years, you will be able to sit in my position."

Lumian deliberately hesitated and pondered for a while before saying, "I don't have a problem."

Gardner Martin nodded, "Before that, you need to take a test, you now go to 13 Market Avenue and stay there until the sun rises."

13 Market Avenue? Lumien frowned, trying to remember, and at last, he remembered somewhere: the most dangerous place in the market district, considered by the secret man of Ostatrul.

It was the building that had burned down and never been demolished.