The door of the old gray house is hidden and can be opened without a key.

It was a mess, and debris was thrown everywhere, as if someone had robbed it.

Valentine looked around and said:

"Someone has removed valuable items from here."

He saw that several rooms on the first floor were open and empty, and the floor showed signs of heavy boxes crushing.

"It's too late for us to arrive, and the client's companion should have noticed the anomaly and moved ahead of schedule."

Imre, the half-breed, let out a sigh of relief.

The "Purifiers" scattered and began to search the small space.

It didn't take long for Angoulême to pick up a few pieces of white paper that had fallen on the edge of the staircase, hold them up, and take a closer look at the sunlight.

Then, he pulled out one of them and scribbled it quickly with the half of the pencil he had with him.

Some traces gradually came to the fore, outlined into several complete words:

"Albert. Goncourt...... Underground ...... Riot ....... time ......"

"Albert. Goncourt: Imre looked at the paper in the deacon's hand and frowned unconsciously.

Albert. Goncourt was the mastermind of the Trier uprising six years earlier, one of the leaders of the Charcoal Party, and the largest rebel group.

Angoulême did not speak, motioning for the team to continue their work.

After completing the search on the first and second floors, they went up the stairs to the low cellar.

At the end of the cellar there is a door made of black iron with a brass cylinder.

Angoulême patted the gray-white humanoid machine that was following him, and it was taken from Celia. Bello's brass key rests on his right hand.

Immediately afterward, Angoulême twisted several knobs on the humanoid robot.

More white mist erupted from the high-energy phlogiston backpack behind the off-white robot, which drove the dull machine forward step by step, inserting the brass key into the cylinder at a preset height.

Seeing such a scene, the mixed-race Imre said with heartfelt emotion:

"Deacon, you are truly the Inquisition, nay, the whole church, the one who loves to create things with machinery the most."

Angoulême glanced at his usually somewhat casual subordinate and said:

"I don't mind if it's from the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, I just care if it's good or not.

"If the robot is broken, you just need to repair it, or replace it, if you break it, I have to approve the pension, and I have to face the cries of your relatives and friends."

Several of the "Purifiers" could hear the love hidden in the deacon's words, and they all smiled and looked at the gray-white humanoid machine.

That is, this thing can only be used to carry things and hammer nails at present, barely able to walk and run, and cannot do any delicate or mind-based operations, and the sustainability is not enough, otherwise they can save a lot of trouble.

With a click, the robot twisted the brass-colored key and pushed open the heavy iron-black door.

A thin mist suddenly rushed to the door, constantly distorting the shapes, highlighting one after another faces that seemed to be real and rubbing.

Those faces were made up of a white mist, full of resentment and bitterness.

They frantically gnawed and cursed the humanoid mechanical creature that opened the door, but the other party remained unmoved.

Brilliant sunlight fell one after another, quickly clearing the fog behind the Black Iron Gate.

As the fog disappeared, the specific appearance of it appeared in the eyes of Valentine and the others.

It was a small sacrificial ground, with a half-height platform made of gray and black stones in the middle.

After repeatedly confirming that there were no hidden dangers, Angoulême walked in with the robot.

He saw that the top of the gray-black altar was supposed to be inlaid with something, but it had now been removed, leaving only a shallow, narrow mark.

"A ring?" Angoulême muttered a guess.

...........

Market District, 3 White Coat Street, in front of Apartment 601.

In the bright sunshine, Franca, wearing a delicate shirt with a large number of lace flowers on the collar and cuffs, and her favorite off-white breeches, stepped on a pair of slippers, and looked at Lumian and said:

"Why are you here again?"

Without waiting for Lumian to respond, she raised her hand and said:

"If you become a Muggle, you're welcome!"

Lumian forced his way into the room, glanced left and right, and said:

"I've got something for you."

"What's the matter?" Franka was inexplicably a little timid, "Can't you wait for the party?" There should be one next week. ”

Lumian laughed:

"Do you want to go to Xia Yo and go to that Red House Cafe?"

"The café of the Red House, where women's parties are often held?" Franka asked, stunned.

Yo, I remembered it all of a sudden, and I usually don't talk about it less, right? Lumian responded with a smile:

"Yes."

Franka shook her head:

"Forget it, just think about it, there's no need to really go, that's too depraved, I have to control myself, I can't indulge in desires, I can't completely indulge myself."

Speaking of this, she looked at Lumian and said in a critical tone:

"You don't want to disguise yourself as a woman and get into a fun party and experience it, right?"

Lumian taunted back:

"Do you really think I'm going to do that?

"Serious business!"

He recounted another failure of the "Rose School" and his own worries:

"The Blessed Society' has been reaching out to the members of the 'Present Society' and the 'Narcissus Society', that is, the participants of the Red House Women's Joy Party, and wants to develop them into believers in the 'Mother Tree of Desire'.

"If we follow this line, we may be able to find out the core members of the hidden 'Blessing Society', and at least kill Maipu. Meyer and know Susanna. The ones that Mattis probably planned. ”

"Moreover, this can't be left to the official extraordinary, as soon as you ask something, you will be exposed." Franka bowed her head slightly.

She then said with a serious and serious face:

"Since it's business, it must go."

After speaking, she was in high spirits and asked with high spirits:

"When to go? Do you know the time of the party and the conditions of the invitation?"

"That's what you're doing today, where you go to the Red House Café for an hour or two of coffee, subtly show off your femininity, see if you attract same-sex pick-ups, or, observe the guests there, find out the women who are suspected to be party participants, take the initiative to talk, make connections, and lay the groundwork for further understanding." Although Lumian is anxious,

But I still know that this kind of thing must not be rushed, and it must be done step by step according to a certain process.

Franka nodded heavily:

"No problem."

Lumian took out the "lie" in the shape of a silver and white necklace, handed it to Franka, and said:

"You use it to change the color of your hair and pupils, fine-tune your facial features, in short, you can't use your real appearance, in case Maipu. Is Myer hiding in the shadows? You can instantly recognise you, the current owner of the old pigeon cage theatre!"

As soon as Franka put on the "lie", she couldn't wait to say:

"Let's go now!"

The corners of Lumian's mouth curled:

"I forgot to tell you that the negative effect of this magical item is to amplify the emotions of the wearer."

"Uh......" Franka paused for a moment, "no wonder I'm getting eager!"

Lumian added with a smile:

"Emotions that are not there in the first place will not be amplified."

".......," Franka said through gritted teeth, "the emotion that I want to punch you is amplified." ”

Lumian stopped laughing and carefully explained the role and precautions of "lies".

Franka walked to the full-length mirror and watched her hair quickly turn black, her pupils were dark brown, her skin became more delicate, and her lines were softer.

Compared with the original flamboyant beauty, she is now a little more calm and more mature, and her facial features tend to be delicate, and the whole has an indescribable charm.

Franka stared at the figure in the mirror in a daze, and did not speak for a long time.

"It's not like what you really look like, but it's beautiful and attractive enough." Lumian commented pertinently.

He originally wanted to say that he had the charm of a witch, but he still chose not to stimulate Franca.

Franka snapped back to her senses, silently changed into a pair of non-red boots, and walked to the door.

After entering the corridor, she really woke up and glanced at Lumien beside her:

"You gave me the 'lie', how did you disguise yourself as a woman, relying on that transfiguration?

"Who said I was going to disguise myself as a woman?" Lumian replied amusedly.

He led Franka to the new safe house on Nightingale Street, where he took out a brownish-yellow ceremonial dog skin and wrapped it around himself.

Immediately afterwards he whispered in Hermes, "Dog!"

A faint glow rose from the ritual dog's skin, enveloping Lumian completely.

In an instant, there was a big dog with brown and yellow fur in the room.

The black-haired and brown-eyed Franka was a little stunned.

She finally understood how Lumian was going to monitor the situation at the Red House Cafe!

After a moment, Franka asked curiously:

"What's it like to be a big dog?

"Don't you really have a little psychological burden?"

The big dog with brown and yellow fur glanced at Franca and opened his mouth: "Wang!"

Are you stupid to think that dogs can talk and answer your questions?

With a "tsk", Franca hired a horse-drawn carriage with the big brown and yellow dog that Lumien had turned into and headed to the town of Chayo, just west of the Ravigny Pier.

Along the way, Lumian tried to bite the guy several times, because every now and then she curiously touched the big dog's fur, belly, and head, trying to find out what was different from the real dog.

A little more than an hour later, the four-wheeled, two-seater carriage stopped outside the town of Chaylot.

While Franca pays for the 2 Ferkin, Lumian jumps off on his own, pretending to be a strange dog who has nothing to do with him, and searches for the Red House Cafe in the grape-smelling streets.

Soon he arrived at the house near the forest of Odomlogne.

It's not exactly red, just a flamboyant, mushroom-covered red roof, and the main body of the building is off-white, with bold graffiti on the walls.

Lumian found a place near the door of the Red House café and sat down and watched Franca walk in as a black-haired beauty.