Some of the onlookers of Trier were curious and asked the people next to them why, and some were so excited that they continued to watch the excitement, so that Lumian couldn't tell who was appreciating the results of his prank, and who was simply looking for some fun.

This is the folk customs of Trier, and Lumian feels that it is impossible to determine who is the source of the heckling, ridiculed, and deliberately loud onlookers who are in the wrong direction, and who is the real passerby who is in the atmosphere to the fullest.

Although Lumian had expected this situation, he couldn't help but sigh:

"You Triers........

It's no wonder that the April Fools' group likes to meet here in private, it's like fish back in the water.

Lumian, who gave up observation, randomly selected a middle-aged man who was stained with rye bread with the blood left behind by a condemned prisoner, and waited until the other party ran towards an exit of the Roa General Execution Ground, and quietly followed.

After coming to a secluded alley with no barricades, Lumien took a few steps to the front, blocking the middle-aged man in a shabby linen shirt.

He raised his left palm, which was still wrapped in the strap, and asked in the posture of the gang members looking down on the ordinary people:

"What are you holding?"

The middle-aged man with short black hair and a thin face replied cringely:

"Yes, bread stained with the blood of the condemned prisoner."

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"What can this be used for?" Lumian acts like a curious, passing gangster.

The middle-aged man revealed obvious fear:

"Yes, it can heal."

"Who told you could be cured?" That's what Lumian wants to ask.

The middle-aged man replied a little dazedly:

"I heard from Guillaume in the next street, who said that he had a co-worker's child who got better by eating this kind of bread with human blood.

The child of a co-worker in the neighbor next street...... Lumian felt that this was no different from rumors, and it was not easy to find the source.

He looked at the middle-aged man holding the human blood bread in his hand, and asked thoughtfully:

"Someone in your family is sick too?

"Yes." The middle-aged man instantly became depressed, with a little pain.

He glanced at the human blood bread in his hand, and was full of hope again.

Lumian was silent for a few seconds and said:

"What did the doctor say?

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, looked at the human blood bread and said:

"He said it couldn't be cured, and I didn't have the money to treat it.......

Lumian didn't ask any more questions, but silently turned to the side, allowing the middle-aged man to walk around the barricade with blood-stained bread and through the secluded alley.

He slowly returned to the Ruwa General Execution Ground, and found that the "bazaar" had not yet dispersed, and many citizens took the opportunity to picnic, sing, and dance, and have a humble party.

Lumian cowered behind the trees on the edge of the rammed-earth plaza and sat in the shadows, silently watching the people come and go.

As the minutes ticked by, the "bazaar" in the execution ground gradually deserted, and the sun had sunk to the place where the sky and the earth met, and the surrounding environment became quite dark.

Lumian hid in the shadows, watching the townsfolk leave one by one, and found no suspicious targets.

When the darkness of the night really came, and the Roa General Execution Ground was empty, except for Crimson Yao, Lumian slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he saw a dark figure climb over the side fence and quickly sneak into the execution ground.

Lumian stopped, leaning deeper into the shadows of the trees.

The black shadow, tall and thin, wearing a top hat, went straight to the area where the condemned prisoner had just been shot, crouched down, stretched out his hands, and dug up the dirt that had penetrated some of the blood.

"This is also the person who believes that the blood of the condemned prisoner can be used to heal the sick? This movement, this speed, is like an extraordinary.....

Lumian watched silently as the dark shadow busy.

It wasn't long before a tall, thin black figure in a top hat stood up holding a pile of blood-stained dirt.

He did not leave the execution ground of Roa immediately, but went deeper into the gallows.

The dark shadow buried the blood-stained dirt under the gallows, and with the help of the crimson moonlight, it could distinguish the plants growing there, as if searching for something.

In the town of Chayol, inside a café in a red house with a brightly colored mushroom roof.

Brown-haired, brown-eyed and dressed in a hunting outfit, Franca asked for beef in coarse salt wine, french fries, Vrsack egg cakes, and quail bisque with a few slices of ham for dinner.

She had a good conversation with the ladies this afternoon, and felt the longing and desire in their eyes.

At the same time, she felt that someone was watching her, so she stayed until the evening.

By the time Franka had almost finished her dinner, a woman came down to the second floor.

That was the "witch" who followed Franka last time, and today she naturally wore long orange-red hair like a waterfall, wearing a white men's shirt, brown bib pants and dark brown boots, showing a perfectly proportioned figure, delicate and clean appearance, and a pure temperament with a bit of wildness.

Without any hesitation, the woman, who appeared to be a member of the Witch Sect, walked straight to Franka, pulled out a chair, and sat down across from her.

Franka deliberately looked at the "witch's" face and figure with a masculine gaze, smiling as she sat down, waiting for her to speak.

"Why are you here again?" The orange-red-haired "witch" looked at Franka with a scrutinizing gaze.

Franka smiled slightly:

"Chaillot is my favorite wine, and the scenery and atmosphere are also very good."

Seeing that the orange-red long-haired "witch" looked disbelieving, Franca added with a smile:

"And, I've heard.....

She lowered her voice and said in a warm tone;

There is a women's party here. ”

The eyes of the "witch" with long orange and red hair suddenly weakened:

"Who did you listen to?

Franka looked at the face of the "witch" opposite and said deliberately:

"I met an erotomaniac who wanted to sneak up on me, and I solved him, and he said that he was a peripheral member of an organization called 'Blessings', and the core members of this organization are women who like the same sex, and they are trying to find a way to reach the participants of the women's party at the Red House Café, and intend to recruit them to join."

Franka wasn't sure if the Witch Cult had cooperated with the Blessing Society, after all, it was not impossible for organizations that believed in evil gods to unite to a certain extent, just like Hugue. Artois has many cult believers, so she deliberately "confesses" to observe the reactions of the people on the other side.

As she spoke, she prepared for a surprise attack.

The expression of the "witch" with long orange and red hair changed slightly, and it was obviously a little more solemn.

The hostility and defensiveness in her gaze were partly missing, but there was undisguised rejection.

Yo, this is to treat the participants of the women's party as their lovers, and I don't want to be involved with me, who may have been a man? Franca unconsciously imitated Lumian's tone and teased in her heart.

She preliminarily determined that the other party had not heard of the "Blessing Society" before, but she had noticed some signs.

The "witch" on the opposite side fell into memory, as if looking for a possible problem.

After more than ten seconds, she subconsciously stroked her long orange-red hair that was falling, and asked vigilantly:

"Are you here to track down the Blessed Society, or do you want to join the party?"

Franka laughed, drawing the instinctive attention of the customers around her, giving them a look of amazement.

"Both." Franka looked at the "witch's" orange-red eyes and said, "In comparison, I would rather participate in a happy party, how can people like us resist such a party, don't you say?" ”

She pointed out that she had discovered that the other party was also a "witch", and that she was suspected of being a male "assassin".

Franka is also implying that she is originally a man, so as not to make a sudden move.

The "witch" dressed as a man was obviously resistant, but she was attracted by Franca's appearance and temperament, and was silent and did not answer.

Franka leaned forward slightly and asked in a more masculine tone:

"What should I call you?

The "witch" hesitated for a moment, then replied sullenly:

"Browns. Sauron, what about you? ”

Sauron ...... Another Sauron's? Franka Horan thought of Lumian's recent "Iron Cross" mission to reach out to the people of the Sauron family.

She didn't hide her real name and said with a smile:

"Franca. Rowland.

Browns. Sauron breathed silently and said:

"Our party takes everyone's privacy and security very seriously, and we can't let anyone in question join, and if you really want it, you have to be vetted by us."

Franka didn't care at all, playing with the buttons of her shirt, and asked with a smile:

"So, where do you start the review?

Prison area, Ruwa General Execution Ground.

In the crimson moonlight, a tall, lanky figure in a top hat dug up handfuls of weeds from the ground corresponding to the gallows.

The roots of those weeds shimmered a blood-red color, and they looked very eerie in the moonlight.

The tall and thin figure has a very straight nose, white skin, neatly combed black medium and long hair, eyes are rare red, and the appearance is handsome with a sense of femininity.

A tall thin figure in a white shirt, a red bow tie, and a black suit looked at the strange weeds in his hands with delight, and was about to stand up and leave the execution ground.

At this moment, a slightly curious male voice sounded in his ears:

"What are you digging for?

The tall and thin figure crouching under the gallows looked up in amazement, and found that there was a figure in front of him who was looking at him condescendingly.

The figure had blonde hair, blue eyes like a lake, and a white shirt with a black vest, looking young and fresh.

Why was he able to get close to me without telling my senses? I didn't smell anything, I didn't notice any movement! The tall and thin figure was both frightened and frightened.

PS: Ask for a double monthly pass at the beginning of the month~

PS2: I found the sun and moon in the pot today, and the big guy in his sleeve voted a lot and rewarded the Silver Alliance, and the warm sun boss

I voted for 30,000 votes, and thank you for your votes, I can only add more, but my aunt is also on holiday during the holiday, and I have to help with the baby, and the two more every day are very reluctant, so I put it on the day of the seventh~