Gardner Martin opened the car door, stepped down, and gave him a cordial and warm hug to Lumien.

Yo, the attitude changed in an instant, and Lumian hugged him back while slandering.

After two seconds of hugging, Gardner Martin let go of his arms and said with a smile, "From now on, we are true brothers."

"Real brothers? If you die, will I be able to inherit it?" Lumian, whose mental state has greatly improved and has successfully passed the difficult test, held back his ridicule and did not dare to say it at such a time.

"You're still my boss." He habitually shows loyalty, and in his opinion, although this kind of performance is indeed a bit exaggerated and does not make people feel too sincere, but it is not okay to have the same.

Gardner Martin laughed, "You can call me sir, when no one else is around."

"Sir," Lumian thought the title was a bit strange.

The Predator-Blooded Cross Society is a secret organization, not an army.

Gardner Martin didn't explain, and said with a slight smile, "Come to 11 Spring Street at eight o'clock tonight, and we'll hold your initiation ceremony."

With that, he patted Lumian on the shoulder, "Now let's get some rest."

Lumian hummed, said goodbye to the Savoyard boss, and made his way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, closing the curtains of room 207.

It was past six o'clock in the morning, and he sat down at the wooden table and began to write to the magician.

After a complete recount of last night's experience and the performance of Themipolos, he finally asked how to report the incident to Mr. K.

One by one, purely on Lumien's own, it was obviously impossible to avoid the strange and abnormal erosion in that abandoned building.

He must find a suitable reason to explain to Mr. K, and at the same time make him believe, without revealing himself that he has the seal of Mr. Fool and an angel in the realm of fate.

After neatly folding the letter, Lumian arranged the ritual and summoned the doll messenger in a golden water dress.

The Courier lowered his head, saw the letter in the form of a block, and nodded in satisfaction.

As she floated the letter, she said to Lumian, "Someone is still watching you."

Yes? I didn't notice it at all, this level of tracking, hiding and observation is very high, Lumian as a hunter, has a strong anti-tracking ability, and is also very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment, and he didn't even notice that those monitors were still there.

Mr. K's men? No, I can ask Miss Courier to remind me that I shouldn't be from the Aurora Society.

The monitor sent by Gardner Martin has not yet left, even though I have passed the test, suffered from that abnormal erosion, and indeed experienced the events of last night, after getting Gardner Martin's notice of membership, now is the stage where I am least vigilant and most prone to letting my guard down and exposing the problem.

It's really insidious, Lumian realized that he was still too young and cautious compared to Gardner Martin, if it weren't for the fact that he was playing a man who stayed up all night, suffered cruelly, and needed to rest.

Sleeping with the curtains closed was an inevitable development, and it had now aroused the suspicion of the monitors, and he was equally glad that the messenger of the magician lady seemed to be strong and would not be detected by the monitors.

After sending the doll messenger away, lying on the bed, and waiting for a while, Lumian received a reply: "As a secret organization with a history of two or three hundred years, the Predator-Blood Cross must not be so simple to let people join, but taking the initiative to let the new members accept the test of contamination is not consistent with what I originally knew."

"It seems that over the years, the Predator has indeed undergone some unpromising changes, you don't need to rush to figure out why this is happening, step by step, in a short period of time, to preserve yourself as the most important thing."

Semibolos offered to help and give warnings, on the one hand, he didn't want you to be polluted or die directly, which would affect him, and on the other hand, he should also be trying to change, wanting to gain your trust, and only reveal his true purpose at a critical moment.

"You need to always remember that the angels of the evil gods are in the true sense of the word

A madman, who will surely bring disaster to you and those around you, must always be vigilant, both to use him and to guard against him."

"Mr. K's side is easy to do, you can say that the honorable name was recited at the critical moment, and it was magically untainted."

"Don't worry that he will ask that being to confirm whether it is true or not, which is something that a devout person would not do, and even that being itself may not be sure whether he has answered your prayers."

This...... When Lumian saw the end, he was a little confused, and the gods themselves didn't know whether they had responded to a certain believer, which was also ridiculous.

In an instant, Lumian remembered what Madam Magician had said: it would be very dangerous to pray to Mr. Fool in a description other than a three-stage honorific name, and she did not promise that it would be the Great Being who would be answered.

It's hard to understand that this kind of situation involves the knowledge of the gods, and if you make a mistake, you can fall into a situation worse than death.

Could it be the same with Aurel? The more Lumien thought about it, the more he thought about it.

In the past few days, he has carefully combed through Aurore's witchcraft notes, excerpted all the contents of the two time periods circled by Ms. Justice, and started a more detailed study, and planned to show it to Ms. Hela, the vice president of the Curly Baboon Research Society, when he has the opportunity.

Franka had already read the corresponding content, and found no suspicious details, those that were not very ordinary occult knowledge, or ordinary spells, and they had to be performed by a wizard or an extraordinary person in the corresponding field, and the two of them could not practice it.

The only thing she and Lumian find problematic is that since the beginning of this year, Aurel's witchcraft notes have added a lot of ritual knowledge involving sacrifices and secret agreements, which are all obtained from the Curly Baboon Research Society, but do not point to any evil gods or hidden existences, which belong to the more basic type of application.

A crimson flame rose and burned the letter in Lumien's hand, and he lay down, pretending to sleep, but in reality he let his thoughts wander, considering the question of the witchcraft notes and what to do next.

One of the most important things for him was that it was almost the end of the month given by the Art of Prophecy.

The parish priest Guillaume Bennet will appear somewhere in the Red Princess district, in the hills, at the entrance of the Abbey of the Deep Valley, dressed as a typical bounty hunter, and even has two whiskers on himself, and Franca, pretending to be a man, presses it, and the half-height silk top hat on his head sighs to Jane beside him, "There is really no clue at all."

Jana wore a white shirt, brown shoulders, dark trousers, a pair of calf-reaching black boots, and a brown thread-woven beret.

She looked at the iron-black buildings with their unique shapes, heavy use of steel components, and the huge chimneys shaped like spires, and she always had the feeling that she had come not from the monastery of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, but at a special factory.

At this moment, the chimneys were spewing white smoke, accompanied by a loud roar of machinery.

"Mainly the monks, who don't want to come into contact with outsiders."

Janena replied rather frustratedly.

For the past few days, they, like other bounty hunters and private investigators, have only been allowed to enter the first courtyard floor, and can only question new janitors and a few other servants.

The ascetic monks merely provided a list of confessions from the corresponding people.

Franka retracted her gaze, clicked her mouth and said, "This matter must not be easy, otherwise the official extraordinary person would have investigated the truth a long time ago, since there is no clue in the monastery, then let's go around and take a look."

"Okay." Jane Na is inexperienced in how to investigate similar things, and is still in the stage of imitating and learning from Franca.

The two walked around the monastery in the valley, and walked around it, not bumping into some of the investigators who had been attracted by the high bounty.

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, they saw the walls of the mountain that had appeared, and where new trees had grown.

There is a cave on the side of the mountain wall, which is closed by a heavy wooden door, and next to it there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain

A man in his forties.

He flipped through old newspapers that serialized funny cartoons, making happy noises from time to time, and a string of brass-colored keys dangled from his waist.

"What is this place?" Franka walked over and said in a deliberately hoarse voice.

The plainly dressed, even slightly tattered middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Franca's face, and frowned imperceptibly.

His gaze quickly shifted to Jana, and his expression relaxed, "This is the entrance to the Deep Valley Quarry, and I'm the janitor."

"Why is there a door, and it's locked?" Jane had seen real quarries to the south of the market district.

"This place is abandoned, and it could collapse at any moment, and those who are brave enough to pull the tiger's tail cannot be allowed in." The janitor of the Deep Valley Quarry explained with a smile.

"There's no connection to underground Trier?" Franka asked.

The quarry janitor shook his head, "It's all about to collapse completely, how can you even do it?" I'm going to lose my job."

After speaking, he looked at Jana and said with a flattering smile: "Do you want to take over the business, I will give you money, and I will do it once."

You Triers, Franka shook her head, and Jaina rejected it with a catchphrase.

At 8 p.m., at 11 Fountain Street, Lumien was led by Gardner Martin's butler, Faustino, through the lawn and the hall to a windowless room.

There is a dining table here, but the surrounding layout does not look like a restaurant in this kind of villa, it is very simple, even empty.

Lumian briefly glanced around and saw three rows of things on the table, the first row of various cutlery, the second row of cups and bottles, and the third row of prepared dishes and unlit candles.

They are all strictly symmetrical, forming three parallel straight lines.