Gardner Martin's butler, Faustino, did not leave after taking Lumien into the room, but opened his arms and said with a smile, "Welcome, new brother."

"You're also a member of the Predator Cross." Lumian was a little surprised at first, but then took it for granted.

The butler is the eyes, ears, hands and feet of the master, and Gardner Martin is unlikely to hide many secret things from the steward, so either develop the butler into a member of the Predator Cross or find a member of the Predator Cross to be a steward.

Lumian's gaze swept over Faustino's slightly gray sideburns, relatively sunken eye sockets, and light blue eyes, and hugged him back, "Thank you."

Faustino, who was more serious and dressed like a butler, walked up to the table, pulled out a chair on the west side, and said to Lumien, "You sit here."

Lumian bowed his head lightly and sat down relaxed, as if he were back in his own home.

Of course, thanks to Aurel's teachings, he did not have the habit of raising his legs, stacking the two ***s, and resting them on the edge of the table.

Faustino sat down next to Lumien, and Janna explained, "Wait a few more brothers to come."

A quarter of an hour later, the rest of the Predator arrived, and Lumien hugged them one by one after being introduced by Faustino.

They are: Vincent Lorraine, who represented Gardner Martin in the Reese *** head run, who was under 30 years old without glasses, had the usual black hair and blue eyes of Intis, and had a sven appearance, a thin build, and neatly combed hair, not much different from the usual company employee.

Lumian intuitively thought that he was not an extraordinary person in the Hunter's Path, and felt a little confused about this, how did he get through the vigil one by one?

Parsifal, who helps Gardner Martin manage the yard and the freight company, looks like a middle-aged man everywhere, with brown hair that is neither long nor short, slightly messy, and when his brown eyes are smiling, he will look quite friendly, and once he is not emotional, he will make people feel very cold and afraid to approach.

Albus, who is not in charge of specific affairs, seems to be walking in the dark, his hair seems to be dyed a little red, his brown eyebrows and eyes are very sharp, and he is a good-looking young man who seems to be unlikeable.

There was also an acquaintance of Lumien, the Savoyard Bloody Palm Blake, the manager of the honest market, in his thirties, dressed in formal clothes, with brown hair and blue eyes, a round face, and a warm smile on his face, always smoking a cigar without pleasure or slowness.

Lumien had always suspected that there was an official member of the Iron Cross within the Savoyard Party, representing Gardner Martin's will, secretly monitoring the movements of the market district and the Savoyard Party, but he did not expect that it was the bloody palm Blake with a weak presence.

He had thought it was Baron Briniere or Christo the Mouse.

He thinks the latter may have been an observer in the last trade, and now that he looks at Blake, Lumien thinks he has a bit of a temperament like Gardner Martin.

Including Faustino and himself, the number of members of the Predator-Blooded Cross in the presence reached six.

Lumian used to have always slandered whether it would be too much for the Savoyard Party, such a regional gang, to have five or six extraordinary people, but now he took it for granted.

As a secret organization with a history of two or three hundred years, it is normal for the Iron Cross to have such a background, even if it is only a peripheral branch, it will enjoy a lot of resources.

After greeting each other, the butler Faustino introduced Lumien to the things on the table.

"In the following rituals, the wine glass is our weapon, which can also be used as a cannon, red wine is an ordinary explosive, white wine is a powerful explosive, food is a material, and knives and forks are a sharp sword."

Lumian listened quietly, and the more he listened, the more he felt that there was something wrong with the brains of these people, and it was too self-conscious.

Or rather, what is the occult meaning of this, and when Faustino finished speaking, Gardner Martin, who had changed into a tuxedo, walked into the room.

He wore an Iron Cross with red gems on his chest, and stood to the east of the long table, with the six seated on the west

Relative to each other.

With a sweep of the floor, the five members other than Lumien got up at the same time, very neat.

Yo, Lumian let out a sigh of emotion in his heart as he stood up.

"Good evening, sir." Faustino, Blake, and the others bowed in no particular order, and Lumian slowed down a little.

Gardner Martin pressed down on his right hand, motioned for everyone to sit down, and then said with a smile, "When the overseer comes, we will officially start the ceremony, and Charles I will tell you first, what the core layer you want to join represents."

Gardner Martin looked into Lumien's eyes, and his tone gradually became serious, "We all belong to a secret organization, a hidden organization with a history of hundreds of years, and it is called the Iron Cross."

Lumian didn't deliberately show surprise or astonishment, after all, there was a more ordinary-sounding name.

The dark red-haired young man sitting on the edge of the dining table didn't think about it, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but was glared back by Gardner Martin.

The prefect of the Predator of the Order of the Iron Cross returned his gaze to Lumian's face: "Nearly three hundred years ago, several great people united to establish the Predator Society, they believed that the gods were only more powerful and extraordinary, and in any way, even the weakest and most extraordinary were fundamentally different from ordinary people, and our philosophy was that no matter how they obtained extraordinary power, they should be recognized, and they should be given corresponding status and treatment, above ordinary people, But the two great churches and the government are only willing to recognize the extraordinary ones they have cultivated, and stipulate that the supernatural powers should not be exposed to ordinary people as much as possible."

"This is an act that goes against nature and the trend of history, and we must change it, which also means that we have to make trouble with the government and the two major churches, but you don't have to be afraid, we are strong enough to have a real fighting god."

"In the future, if the two major churches are willing to make the transcendent manifest and are willing to recognize the status of the wild and extraordinary, it is not that we cannot cooperate with them, in short, the ultimate goal is to overthrow the government and establish a state where the extraordinary will serve as administrators at all levels."

Lumian interprets Gardner Martin's words from his own perspective.

Gardner Martin's gaze swept over the six Predator members sitting across from him, and he smiled again: "The strength of our Predator Cross is mainly concentrated in Intis, more than a third of which are in Trier, and you can also see that in the market area alone, we have so many strengths, not weak brothers, and even more extraordinary people who accept our domination."

"I am the Commander, responsible for leading you and handling all the affairs of the Market District, and above me, there are several branch leaders, who can also be called Deputy Legion Commanders, and each of them is a true and powerful demigod.

"Above the branch leader is the general president of our Predator Cross, also known as the Legion Leader, who is mysterious and terrifying."

"Below me are the non-commissioned officers, and when we have more than ten brothers in the market area, I will appoint two non-commissioned officers to help me manage them, so that the non-commissioned officers can get more resources and more powerful help."

Is this playing an army game? Lumian began his guess by the names of the different tiers of the Predator-Blooded Cross.

Gardner Martin glanced at the door and said, "In addition to these, we have a supervisor, and each supervisor acts independently, patrolling the jurisdiction of different governors."

"In the future, if something goes wrong and I show something abnormal, you must find the supervisor as soon as possible and report the situation to him, and in the same way, if you find out that the supervisor has done something abnormal, tell me immediately."

At this, Gardner Martin smiled a little playfully and said to Lumian, "Charles, I'll introduce you to the supervisor in charge of the market district, Olsen."

Lumian followed Gardner Martin's finger slightly puzzled and looked at the door.

In the next second, a tall and thin man wearing a blue vest and a black suit walked in outside.

The man had short brown hair, brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and a thick, messy beard, like a much hungry bear.

Lumian's childlike hole instantly enlarged, and he recognized the supervisor. Who exactly is Olsen.

He's the trader, in the underground, with Lumien, Christo, West

The trader you met.

Lumian remembered him as a monster, with only his head and a blood-stained spine being chased by another headless monster, both of which were very dangerous, but now, he was on the surface and appeared in Gardner Martin's house.

Lumian couldn't help but look at Olsen's hands, and saw the pale skin and the small suitcase being carried, did he have a body again? He's one with that headless monster?

Lumian looked at Olsen whimsically and walked over to Gardner Martin's side.

He began to suspect that the two monsters he encountered when he completed the transaction were phantoms created by Olsen, and that he was not anomalous in his own right.

Since the transaction is a test, it is not surprising that the monster is fake, but it is too real.

Lumien watched suspiciously, as Gardner Martin and Olsen each took a goblet, and said to everyone present, "Reload the explosives."

Albus, Parsifal, and other members of the Predator-Blood Cross placed a goblet in front of them and poured an attractive red wine into it.

This is a charge for explosives, huh? Lumien remembers that Faustino said that a wine glass is a weapon or a cannon, and wine is an explosive.

When he had filled the cannon with explosives, Gardner Martin said in a loud voice, "Stand up, take your weapon in your right hand."

In the next second, everyone stood up and put their right hand on a goblet filled with a lot of red wine.

"Raise your arms." Gardner Martin gave a new order.

At the same time, he raised his glass to his chest.

Lumian sighed in surprise as he mimicked the actions of the members around him.