Inside the drizzling wet filtration execution ground, Lumian watched the crimson flames grow smaller in front of his eyes, and watched as a little bit of clear, colorless slime oozed from the corpse, which surrounded the blackened and cracked "I have a friend", trying to burrow into the head from the empty eye sockets and merge with some kind of organ.

Crimson fire ravens condensed around Lumian, scrambling to get past the slime head to tail, scrambling past the blood-colored eyes.

Thundered!

"I have a friend" had his head burst open from the inside out, shattering and spilling gray-white gum everywhere.

The clear, colorless mucus loses its bindings and can only coagulate on its own, eventually forming a viscous gelatinous mass.

The gelatinous substance fell under the stake, and from a distance, it looked like a mirror that could not be fixed and could reflect everything around it.

Lumian walked over, and in the scorching air and flowing flames, leaned down to pick up the colorless gelatin, which was supposed to be the extraordinary property of the "hypnotist".

He stared away and noticed that deep in the gum were tiny, transparent bubbles that reflected the sunlight from different angles and took on different colors.

Putting away the extraordinary traits, Lumian turned around and left the stake.

Behind him, the remaining flames were still burning, tearing at the charred corpse.

In a flicker of light, Lumian's figure disappeared into the Roy Execution Complex.

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Market District, 3 White Coat Street, inside apartment 601.

Lumian, who had changed back to his original appearance with the help of the "lie" ear clip, rubbed the corners of his forehead and said to Franka: "It's been dealt with, and it's very suitable for the burning at the stake for someone like him."

"It's a pity, he believes in Tianzun, even if he doesn't do anything, it's a hidden danger, it's a hidden explosive bag, otherwise I will let him live in a state where the frontal lobes of his brain are amputated and his eyes are blind."

"That's good." Franka breathed a sigh of relief.

She actually has some regrets, if it weren't for the fact that "I have a friend" who used to be crazy and believed in the "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" that was suspected of causing their group of people to cross, she really wanted to understand his spirit and make the "audience" path sequence 9 to sequence 6 or even sequence"

The recipe for the medicine was asked, but after weighing it repeatedly, she gave up on this dangerous plan.

Lumian glanced at the open door of the guest bedroom: "Where's Jana?"

"I'm going to the old pigeon cage." Franka scoffed at Lumian, "She's a lot more careful when it comes to digesting potions than you do. ”

Lumian replied thoughtfully: "After venting the fire in my heart, and using the flame to actually fight and complete the execution, my 'Pyroman' potion has also been digested a lot, and at this pace, if I can summarize the new rules of play, it should be completely digested in two months." ”

He didn't continue the conversation, instead saying, "I have a friend's extraordinary traits that I'm going to hand over to Ms. Magician, and without her and the Tarot Society this time, we will either not find our target, or we will lose control in the first attack." ”

"No problem." Franka didn't mind at all, "This extraordinary characteristic of the cult god believer, I don't dare to hold it in my hands without being dealt with by a high-ranking person." Don't think you owe me anything, deal with the needs of 'I have a friend' and the same 'Curly Baboon Workshop'.

Lumian was no longer polite, and saw Franca return to the bedroom, changing into a white shirt embellished with lace flowers and slim beige trousers, looking ready to go out.

"Where are you going?" He asked casually.

Franca replied angrily: "I've been busy with all kinds of things you've made every day during this time, and I don't have time to have fun, and now it's finally over, I have to enjoy it, right?" I advise you to settle down these days! ”

Lumian amused as she watched as the "Witch of Pleasure" put on her boots and open the door.

In the sound of the door closing, he who was going to go back to the Golden Rooster Hotel to write a letter to the "magician" lady, he simply found a pen and paper on the spot, went to the dining table, and wrote down all the information explained by "I have a friend".

Then, he neatly folded the paper and pressed the extraordinary properties of the "hypnotist" from "I have a friend" on it.

As the Doll Courier was summoned, Lumian waited patiently.

It wasn't long before the "Doll" messenger brought back the clear mass of gum and folded squares of paper.

In her reply, Ms. Magician wrote: "This is the public task of the Tarot Society, there is no need to pay us, you can take it yourself, I have already removed the part of the pollution that can be removed."

"We will mobilize various resources to find the whereabouts of the remaining five 'April Fools' members, but there is currently a lack of effective entry points, and the few pranks mentioned in the intelligence have been too long."

Lumien read in silence, letting the crimson flames engulf the paper in his hand.

He would love to "teleport" directly to the two places of Gaya Province in Fenerport and West Bailang in the southern continent to personally search for the "Bard" and other problematic "April Fools" team members, but he also knew that this would be of no use at all, and without sufficient intelligence or clues, it would be no less than fishing out of a fallen silver needle in the sea.

You can't expect good luck from the little boy who eats ice cream every time, right?

You can only wait until the "Tarot Society" finds effective clues...... Now they can track down the publishers of the local book "The Secret Records of Russell the Great", if only they had seen the real author of the "Bard...... Lumian was a little lost and a little relaxed for a moment.

The extraordinary properties of the "hypnotist" he planned to take his time, while looking for the right craftsman, while waiting for Anthony. Red investigates General Philip's widow.

If the "psychiatrist" can make a difference and finally cure his psychological problems, then Lumian will not mind selling him the extraordinary properties of the "hypnotist" in exchange for equal money with Franca.

If the right craftsman is found before then, Lumian will characterize the magical items he has made as a public thing, and both Franka and Janna can use them at will.

After putting the extraordinary properties of the "hypnotist" into the pocket of his clothes, Lumien exhaled and leaned back against the back of the dining chair.

Only then did he hear the rumbling of his stomach and feel the familiar hunger.

Since he woke up at six o'clock in the morning, he had been so busy with interrogations, executions, and letters that he had completely forgotten that he still needed breakfast.

"Really, leave me here alone as if it were my home......" Lumian grunted and got up and walked into the kitchen of the apartment, intending to see if there was anything to eat, and deal with it casually.

With a glance, he saw a few potatoes.

Lumien was stunned for a few seconds, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put on the apron hanging beside him, and expertly peeled the potatoes, washed them, and made them into thin strips.

Then, according to the process, he lit the fire, heated the pan, poured oil, stir-fried until fragrant, put in the shredded potatoes and stir-fried continuously, and added the corresponding condiments to start the pot.

After finishing such a dish, Lumien toasted two more slices of toast and poured a glass of milk.

He sat down at the table, sandwiched the shredded potatoes between two slices of toast, and slowly nibbled into them, taking a sip of milk from time to time.

Outside the window, the drizzle dissipates and the sun shines.

For the next week, Lumien was not busy, calmly waiting for the mental wounds left by the last two battles to recover, and looking for every opportunity to play the "arsonist" and slowly digest the potion.

In the process, he also took the time to report to Mr. K on his recent work and the newly discovered evil god organization.

The members of the Savoyard in the Breeze Ballroom were all surprised that the leader had appeared for five or six days in a row, and each time he stayed for a long time, and compared to the fact that he had not found anyone at all before, it was as if he had changed a fake.

Charlie was equally surprised that Charles would go to the basement bar every night to drink, tease this and laugh at that, and he himself was undoubtedly the biggest victim.

Just when Franca's joy was a little empty and she wanted to go to the Red House Cafe in Chaillo again, hinting at Browns. Sauron didn't forget to examine himself, as Hela's, skeletal head made of sterling silver, sent notices of special gatherings to Apartment 601 at 3 White Coat Street and Lumian's abandoned safe house on White Coat Street.

Lumian hadn't been to the safe house for a while, and he wouldn't have known about it if Franca hadn't asked him about it when she received the letter.

Many members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" are like this, and there is a place to send and receive letters, but I don't live there, but I just visit them regularly, so as not to be directly found by "Hela".

In this kind of detail, they still have a certain sense of security.

Lumian went to the abandoned safe house on White Coat Street, unfolded the letterhead, and saw that it read:

'Muggle':

"At 10 o'clock tonight, there is a special gathering, and we need to discuss a very important matter related to everyone's safety.

At night, three minutes to ten o'clock, Lumian was in the safe house on Nightingale Street reciting the incantation that contained hidden powers.

He then felt himself fall into a state of resemblance of slumber, leaving the impression that his body was being erased by an eraser.

I don't know how long it took, but he regained his consciousness and came to the ancient palace surrounded by the misty town again.

At this time, hundreds of members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" had arrived, and one after another figures were still speeding through the scene of the large-scale masquerade, and Lumien, who had turned into Oroel with "lies" and wore a wizard's black robe and a half-face mask, came to the "Academy" group.

He looked out and didn't see the member nicknamed "Pettigrew".

Wearing a black butterfly mask, a bow-tie shirt, and a long dark coat, the "Professor" stood next to a medium-sized, lean man with a brown and yellow brown paper document bag over his head.

It was her husband "associate professor".

The professor looked at Lumian and asked curiously:

"Do you know what's going on, why a special party?"

The corners of Lumian's mouth, who played the role of "Muggle" Aurel, curled slightly, and he sighed: "Because there is a traitor."

The phrase was repeated by members of the "Academy" group, such as "Traitor...... and "Professor".

At this moment, the chairman Gandalf, who was dressed in a simple robe and hooded and looked like a half-giant, and the vice president Hela, who was dressed as a black widow and covered with a veil, walked to the huge stone chair in the depths of the ancient palace at the same time.