Ring of Fate

Chapter 1099 Monitoring
Nissia's heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface.

When she slipped out, she was prepared for a similar situation.

She patted her chest and said in a complaining tone:
"Do you want to scare me to death? You just said something out of the blue!"

After being "calm" for a few seconds, Nicea answered Gruet's question with an indifferent look on her face:
"I couldn't sleep, felt a little stuffy, so I went to the terrace to get some fresh air."

Without giving Gruet a chance to ask further questions, she pursed her lips, showing her repression:
"You said, Louis wouldn't really have an accident, right?"

This is the leader of the Emperor's Party. His mysterious disappearance is bound to bring anxiety, tension and pressure to his subordinates. It is normal for them to suffer from insomnia.

Gruet stared at Nicea for a few seconds, then softened his expression and said:

“Who knows?
“Maybe in two days, he will suddenly appear.”

…………

Inside the luxurious villa, in Franca's studio, mirrors were floating in front of Lumian and the others, and each mirror reflected a different scene.

Several of the mirrors showed Nissaia and Gruet talking from different angles.

When she projected the mirror world over, Franka conveniently marked all the mirrored objects in the house.

This was to ensure the safety of his only subordinate and to ensure that she would not be exposed and attacked by stealing the Gustav family brooch and Tudor gold coins.

Subsequent developments proved Franca's wisdom and intuition - Gruet did notice that Nicea quietly left the room.

While the two were talking, Franka was ready to project her power over with the help of the mirror world.

After a while, Franka's expression suddenly became a little strange:
No, why did you suddenly kiss each other?

So many people are watching!
Her purpose was just to add an extra layer of insurance for Nicea's safety, but she didn't expect that Nicea, who had ulterior motives, and Gruet, who was beginning to doubt Nicea, kissed each other while chatting!

Is this going to be a scene not suitable for children?
If Franca was the only one watching the "surveillance", she would think that this kind of thing was unexpected but reasonable, no big deal, and quite fun, with the pleasure of prying into other people's privacy. But now, Janna was sitting next to her, and Anthony and Ludwig, who was having a midnight snack, were sitting diagonally behind her.

She started to feel embarrassed.

At this time, Anthony, who was concentrating on watching the mirror scene, said:

"Both parties' body language showed a certain resistance, and the kiss was deceptive and perfunctory."

Professional... Franka muttered in her heart.

As Antony expected, Nicea and Gruet kissed for a while, said good night to each other again, and went back to bed.

Franka breathed a sigh of relief and said to her companions:
“Just leave one person to watch the surveillance, you can rest now.

"Janna, come and take over from me in an hour and a half. Lumian, take over from Janna in three hours. Anthony, there's no need for you and Ludwig to stay up late."

To watch "Surveillance", you must have the support of a demigod witch.

Moreover, if any accident really happens, only the witches can project or shuttle over in the first time to provide help.

"Okay." Anthony didn't insist. After Ludwig finished his midnight snack, he took him out of the room.

After Lumian and Janna gave Franca some instructions, they went back to rest.

Franka completely relaxed and watched the surveillance video leisurely.

As time slowly passed, she leaned against a pile of pillows and flipped through a novel. Suddenly, she had a premonition, raised her head, and cast her gaze towards one of the "surveillance" mirrors:
Gruet got out of bed silently, walked around to the desk and opened the secret compartment.

After confirming that the Gustav family brooch and Tudor gold coin were still there, this core member of the Emperor's Party went to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and made the toilet flush.

Seeing Gruet come out of the bathroom and lie back on the bed, Franca curled her lips and said:
"That's it?"

She thought the other party would suddenly attack and kill Nicea, or use the brooch and one of the gold coins to contact Louis Gustave, or someone else.

As a result, Gruehan's share disappointed her.

In this way, as we took turns monitoring, the sky gradually brightened and bright sunshine sprinkled down from the sky.

Franka, who had changed into a lace flowered blouse and off-white loose trousers, covered her mouth with her hand and yawned as she walked into the studio, asking Lumian who was watching the "surveillance" carefully:
"Nothing unusual, right?"

“A little bit.” Lumian stood up on one leg and stretched the other leg naturally, leaning his back against the pile of pillows.

"What's unusual?" Franca suddenly became alert.

Lumian smiled and said:
"After waking up in the same bed with the 'Witch of Pleasure', Gruet didn't even do a morning exercise. This shows that his attention is not here at all. He has something hidden in his mind and might do something later."

"That makes sense." Franka was very clear about the charm of the "Witch of Joy".

She sat down next to Lumian, thinking back:
"I have also marked the metal buttons on some of Gruet's clothes. If we are lucky, we should be able to see where he is going and what he is doing."

“Luck? My luck must be good.” Lumian smiled and patted his “traveler’s bag”, which contained the “Book of Post-Apocalypse”.

This "0" level sealed item was ultimately not used. After having breakfast, Gruet changed into a suit with two mirror-like metal buttons on it that were marked by Franca.

The "surveillance" screen suddenly changed, mainly showing the scene in front of Gruet, which was shaking.

In the following time, Gruet kissed Nicea goodbye and took a two-wheeled, two-seat carriage to Area 4, which was a street in the prison area.

He walked to a dark red door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened of its own accord.

As soon as Gruet passed through the door, the "surveillance" screen suddenly became blurred, showing a large amount of white noise.

The noise only lasted for two seconds before disappearing. The mirrors in front of Lumian and Franca no longer displayed any images.

"Discovered? Or is it that the house itself has anomalies that affect the mirror world?" Franca turned her head to look at Lumian.

"Wait a little longer." Lumian said calmly.

About three or four minutes later, the image appeared on the mirror again and Gruet left the house.

Franka nodded thoughtfully.

Gruet had spent the morning visiting a number of military camps in the Erato area as deputy manager of an arsenal, and returned to his office at lunchtime.

Lumian, who had taken his turn to rest, stood up:

“There’s nothing worth seeing.”

"Yeah." Franka stood up.

She glanced at Lumian, and suddenly looked puzzled:

"Why do I feel like you're a little shorter?"

"I have digested the Weather Warlock potion to a certain extent. My condition has completely stabilized and I have better control over my body. I can control my height to around 1 meters. As the digestion progresses, I can continue to compress it. Once the potion is completely digested, I should be able to maintain my height of 95 meters. In battle, even if I don't reveal the form of a mythical creature, I can expand to 1 meters, like a little giant." Lumian replied in a good mood.

"You've digested it so quickly?" Franca asked in surprise.

Lumian smiled and said:
"Because I found the key to playing the role of a 'weather wizard', I discovered a tribe in the primitive jungle of the southern continent a few days ago that maintained the tradition of blood sacrifice. I brought them different extreme weather conditions. After persisting for three days, they were overwhelmed by fear and surrendered to me, completely giving up the habit of blood sacrifice.

"This allowed me to summarize a set of rules for acting, which helped me digest the potion to a greater extent."

Franka thought for a few seconds and asked curiously:

"The purpose of manipulating the weather is to bring disaster and make the target surrender?"

This is consistent with the intrinsic meaning of the "Hunter" approach.

“Almost.” Lumian glanced at the floating mirrors and said with a smile, “It’s time to visit the house with the anomaly.”

"You go?" Franka frowned. "Just leave it to the Witch Cult or the official Beyonder. Whatever you do now, I feel like there might be a trap ahead."

Lumian smiled and said:
"This is above ground, not underground, under the watchful eyes of Mr. Fool and the gods.

"If I don't even dare to deal with unusual events like this, how can I play the role of 'Iron Knight'?"

"That's right." Franka said "hmm".

She hesitated for two seconds and said:
"Then take Janna with you."

Lumian smiled and invited Franca:
"You too."

"Okay..." Franka agreed.

…………

At the door of the house at 20 St. Fred's Street in the prison area.

Wearing a half-high silk hat, a white shirt, a black vest and trousers, Lumian opened the dark red door.

He walked in and didn't notice anything unusual.

Franka and Janna, who were outside the door, saw what was happening inside through the makeup mirror in his hand:
The sofas, cabinets, etc. are covered with white cloth to prevent dust accumulation, and the floor is swept very clean.

"No problem, no interference." Janna also passed through the door and said to Lumian.

Lumian looked around and said:

“No one has lived here for a long time, but there are maids who come to clean regularly.”

This is the extraction and restoration of environmental information by the "Weather Wizard".

As Lumian finished speaking, Franca, who had also entered the house, saw a figure slowly walking down the stairs.

The figure was so thin that it looked like he would fall down if the wind blew.

His hair was mostly gray, indicating that he was old. His brown beard looked as if it had not been trimmed for a long time, and he was wearing a wrinkled black suit.

Before he appeared, Lumian, as an angel, did not notice him, nor could he smell his scent at the moment.

Lumian therefore believed that the other party did not actually exist.

The old man looked at Lumian and smiled:

"You finally came to get the letter."

“A letter?” Lumian raised an eyebrow.

The old man smiled and replied:
"I am the 'Messenger of God', and one of my roles is to deliver messages for the great beings.

"Here, there is a letter for you."

(End of this chapter)