Lumian didn't immediately touch the silver-white mask, opened the letterhead, and read the beautiful font that was different from that of the "magician" lady:

"It's the promised reward.

"Lie:

"It allows you to change your appearance realistically, adjust your body within a certain range, and change your height.

"At the same time, it allows you to manipulate fire, deflect damage, and have good danger instincts to improve your balance and agility like a magician.

"It can be changed at will, it can be any way you want it to look.

"When you wear it, your emotions are amplified, and you have to know how to control yourself, otherwise there will be no small problems.

"Also, keep in mind that:

"Don't get lost in lies."

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"You can carry it with you without being affected?" After reading the contents of the letter, Lumian's first reaction was not to be pleased that the effect of the "lie" met his needs, but to marvel at the negative effects of this magical item that were weaker than he thought.

It must be worn to be emotionally amplified!

In other words, Lumian can carry it in a bag or wallet and other containers without any side effects.

Compared with "lies", "decent" has to sink in spirits, and it is quite troublesome to take and keep them, and as long as "torture" is carried, it will inevitably be affected.

After sighing, Lumian couldn't help laughing at himself: Lumian didn't immediately touch the silver-white mask, opened the letter, and read the beautiful font that was different from that of the "magician" lady:

"It's the promised reward.

"Lie:

"It allows you to change your appearance realistically, adjust your body within a certain range, and change your height.

"At the same time, it allows you to manipulate fire, deflect damage, and have good danger instincts to improve your balance and agility like a magician.

"It can be changed at will, it can be any way you want it to look.

"When you wear it, your emotions are amplified, and you have to know how to control yourself, otherwise there will be no small problems.

"Also, keep in mind that:

"Don't get lost in lies."

"You can carry it with you without being affected?" After reading the contents of the letter, Lumian's first reaction was not to be pleased that the effect of the "lie" met his needs, but to marvel at the negative effects of this magical item that were weaker than he thought.

It must be worn to be emotionally amplified!

In other words, Lumian can carry it in a bag or wallet and other containers without any side effects.

Compared with "lies", "decent" has to sink in spirits, and it is quite troublesome to take and keep them, and as long as "torture" is carried, it will inevitably be affected.

After sighing, Lumian couldn't help but laugh at himself: Lumian dragged his baggy pants and a tight shirt, walked out of room 207, walked into the bathroom, and looked at the mirror there.

In the mirror, a beautiful girl is reflected, with long, thick blonde hair, light blue eyes, a tall and delicate nose, and red lips that are not thick or thin, as bright as the morning sun.

The details of her facial features and the lines of her face are still being fine-tuned, and it took dozens of seconds to completely finalize them.

Lumian looked at the girl in the mirror in a daze, her eyes gradually softened, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

After a few seconds, he chuckled under his breath:

"Long time no see, Aurore."

Returning from Springs Street, Franka opened the door to Apartment 601 with a light footstep.

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What caught her eye was a face that was exactly the same as herself:

A flaxen-colored ponytail, bright, smiling lake-colored eyes, brown eyebrows that fly into the sideburns, and rosy thin lips.....

Franca's spirit tensed up and blurted out:

"Who are you and why are you pretending to be me?"

The Franka also pointed at her:

"Who are you and why are you pretending to be me?"

Franka laughed angrily, and wrapped the layers of "spider silk" that had been quietly released when she had just spoken towards the counterfeit product.

With a sudden, a crimson flame burst out, igniting the invisible silk threads around it.

Franka suddenly came to her senses, pointed to the fake Franka and said:

"Okay, you six-eared macaque, you came to pretend to be me!"

The fake Franca's face squirmed and changed back to Lumian's form.

His body was raised a lot.

After removing the "lie" as an earring, Lumian asked curiously:

"What is a macaque with six ears?"

Franka tried to hide it, but then she remembered that Lumian knew everything she should know, and there was no need to hide this little detail.

She then replied:

"There are many myths and legends in my and my sister's homeland, and the six-eared macaque is one of them, which can hear all your secrets and become exactly like you."

Without waiting for Lumian to respond, Franca asked excitedly:

"You've got a magical item that can change your appearance and figure?"

"Didn't you see I was hurt?" Lumian lifted his left palm, which was wrapped in several white bandages, "I took the commission of the 'Justice' lady to help her go to the fourth floor of the catacombs to get an item, and the reward is this, 'Lies'. ”

As he spoke, Lumian's right hand tossed the magical object in the shape of an earring.

"That's right." Franka guessed yesterday that Lumian's visit to the catacombs was probably arranged by the "Tarot Society", so she didn't ask Jana in front of her.

She inquired curiously:

"What's that?"

Lumian thought about it for a while, and found that neither the "magician" lady, the "justice" lady, nor the "hela" lady asked for her confidentiality, so she replied directly:

The spring of the Samaritan Woman's Spring."

"Is there really a 'Samaritan Woman's Spring'?" Franka was startled.

She had also read Trier's chaotic occult magazines and heard of the Samaritan Women's Spring

Smelled, I also went to the catacombs and specifically found the one named by the administrators, but I didn't find anything magical.

"Yes." Lumian pondered, "In the depths of the catacombs, it has something to do with the Quaternary Trier. ”

"Is it magical?" Franca's eyes lit up as she asked.

Lumian glanced at her:

"Magical, but only for the extraordinary of the 'Collector', 'Warrior' and 'Sleepless' paths, if you want to give it a try, there is only one result, and that is to forget who you used to be, forget the hometown you have been talking about, and become a real Trier Witch from now on."

Franka shuddered, and subconsciously shook her head:

"What's the difference between that and dead?"

She no longer asked about the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" and said with great interest:

"Can you be a Muggle? Let me see. ”

Lumian looked at Franca for a few seconds, and finally put on the silver-white earrings again.

Soon, Auror, dressed in a white shirt, black waistcoat, and simple trousers, appeared in front of Franca.

"Wow!" Franka exclaimed, "More beautiful than I thought!"

"Is that the point?" Lumian asked rhetorically in Aurore's voice.

Franca smiled embarrassedly:

"I don't know how much worse it is than a real Muggle, but we all disguise ourselves when we meet, and that's enough."

Lumian reverted back to his original form, and while removing the "Lies" earrings, he said:

"I have already written to Ms. 'Hela' and she said that she will let me know when the next meeting is and she will take me there."

Franka retracted her gaze with a little disappointment:

"Then I don't have to worry about it, well, I'll tell you about the different ways of meeting and the characteristics of the members of the Society......."

It wasn't until noon that Franka finished her "make-up lesson".

Seeing that Lumian was about to leave, she hesitated and said:

"Well, can you, can you be like me again?"

Lumian frowned in confusion and did not refuse.

It didn't take long for him to turn into another Franca, with a reference.

Franka stared at her face, seemingly a little intoxicated.

Suddenly, she reached out her right hand and touched Lumien's cheek.

"Hey!" Lumian took a step back.

Franka sobered up and sneered:

"The feeling of a real person is just different from that of a mirror.

"Still, I think you're a little bit off, but not a little bit worse."

"Missing the charm of women?" Lumian thought for a second and asked with a smile.

"Possibly." Franca let out a sigh and watched as Lumian walked to the door.

As soon as Lumien opened the door, he heard the "Witch of Pleasure" shouting from behind:

"Damn, were you just scolding me in a subtle way?

"What a feminine charm!"

In the Breeze Ballroom, as soon as Lumian sat down, Sakota approached with a wanted warrant and said:

"Those black dogs have been asking around with it for the past two days."

Lumian glanced at it and realized that it was his own wanted warrant.

He smiled indifferently:

"It's okay, let them find it."

Sakota didn't say much, instead reminding Lumian:

"The boss asked you to go to Quanshui Street today."

What's the matter? Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

It was almost evening when he arrived at 11 Quanshui Street in the parish of remembrance.

The lawn appears to have been destroyed, and the hall filled with weapons and armor is even more damaged.

Meet Gardner. After Martin, Lumian did not hide his doubts:

"Did something happen?"

Gardner seemed to have a radiant glow on his face. Martin smiled slightly:

"In the follow-up to the last 'werewolf' incident, they made a sneak attack, but they were repulsed and suffered a loss."

The "Rose School" finally stepped into the trap of the boss? Lumian meets Gardner. Martin didn't want to say more, and instead asked:

"Boss, what's the matter with me?"

Gardner. Martin pulled out a delicate invitation:

"Count Puiver has invited you to his Swan Swan Castle this weekend for a salon."

Red Swan Castle? Lumian frowned slightly.