Ring of Fate

Chapter 739 Night
In the memorial hall area, inside an empty house.

Angouleme de François, wearing a lion head mask, stood by the window, staring at the gas street lamps below, waiting patiently.

After the "lost contact" incident, he and the Hidden Blade changed the method of emergency contact, so that if the Telegram group was not able to function, they could quickly contact each other even without the help of Ms. Hela's messenger.

Yesterday morning, as soon as he finished handling the case related to Moran Avni, he immediately tried to find the "hidden blade".

Finally, Franka, wearing her own assassin outfit and the Hidden Blade, stepped out from the shadows.

Angouleme asked without further ado:

"You are the ones who took Moran Avni away?"

"What else?" Franca asked back with a smile.

Although the matter of the whirlpool mentioned by "Supervisor" Perle was like a sword hanging over her head, which prevented Franka from relaxing just because Moran Avini was dead and she had obtained enough information, she would not lose her mood or become heavy and impatient because of it.

Naturally, the Major Arcana cards will be there to worry about things like these that sound very serious. We all just need to complete the corresponding tasks as instructed. There is no point in worrying.

Moreover, the intelligence gained this time is very important and valuable enough that both the "Eternal Sun" Church and the Witch Sect must make a statement!

Franka is looking forward to this.

"It's really you guys..." Angouleme couldn't help but sigh.

"Hidden Blade" and her team are very proactive. They said they would deal with a minister of a country, and not long after, they actually took action, and succeeded.

Franka simply covered up for Lumian:
"We were originally waiting for Moran Avni to walk into the mirror himself, but who knew that someone from the Aurora Society would suddenly come to assassinate him, forcing him to fall into our trap in advance."

Considering the situation at the scene, Angouleme nodded slightly and said:
"It turned out to be a coincidence..."

This is consistent with many of the details currently confirmed by the Purifiers.

Angoulême then asked:
"Where's Moran Avni?"

"Dead." Franka said with a "tsk", "He is indeed the 'Man in the Mirror', and he revealed a lot of very important information."

"What information?" demanded Angouleme.

Franka laughed, raised her right hand, and rubbed her thumb and index finger gently:

"Where's my informant fee?"

Angouleme said with a mixture of irritation and amusement:
"Don't forget that I also made a lot of contributions to the operation against Moran Avini. Even if I can't share the spoils, it should be okay to listen to the intelligence, right?"

Franka, who always claimed to be fair in the matter of "distributing equipment", cleared her throat awkwardly:
“Just kidding, just kidding.

"However, that information is indeed very important. Your boss will definitely reward you. Don't forget to ask for the informant fee for me!"

"You speak first." Angoulême responded in a deep voice.

It's not that he was stingy with the informant's fee, but the "Hidden Blade" emphasized the importance of the information twice, which made him eager to know.

Franca concealed the details related to the "Tarot Society" and the "Aurora Society", starting from the capture of Jebus, and went all the way to the appearance of the "Supervisor" Perle in the painting and Lumian's speculation on the whole matter.

Angouleme was relatively calm at first, as the questions about the "Man in the Mirror" were barely within the scope of the "Purifiers'" guesses and deductions. But when Moran Avini was tricked into revealing that the leader of the "Man in the Mirror" was Roselle Gustave in the mirror, he felt a buzzing in his head, which continued uninterruptedly and became louder and louder.

How come Hidden Blade always encounters events of this magnitude?

It’s only been a short time since the “hostel” incident, why is there another “vortex”?
When Franca finished speaking, Angouleme could not help but raise his right hand and pinch his swollen forehead which was hidden by the lion head mask. He felt so complicated that he could not utter a word.

"So, the information about the Vortex Project, the Man in the Mirror, and the hidden traitor are all important, right?" Franka asked with a hint of pride.

Seeing Angouleme's serious eyes and his mouth moving slightly, as if he was grinding his teeth, Franca added reflexively:

"Don't rely on me!

"It's not us who caused these problems, but the special nature of Trier itself that leads to various problems. We are also victims!"

Angouleme exhaled slowly and said:
"I will submit this information tonight.

"I will not forget to convey her request to my informant. What do you want?"

When he said the word "tonight", Angouleme became emotional and paused for a second.

He had just finished his work for the day and left St. Vieux Church an hour ago, and now he was going back again!
"I'm Agent '007'. I'm not a corporate slave who works from midnight to midnight every day and seven days a week!" Angouleme cursed in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, reliable and emotionally stable.

Franka thought about it seriously and said:
"All the ingredients for the 'joy' potion."

She thought about it and realized that her "pain" potion could get rewards from the Witch Sect, but Janna's couldn't, so she could only rely on the official.

"Aren't you already 'joyful'?" Angouleme muttered, gave up asking, nodded, and said, "I'll help you get it."

He didn't ask who the Hidden Blade was preparing the "joy" potion for, just as he didn't ask how the Hidden Blade and her companions could survive the presence of a demigod in a painting.

After receiving the promise from "007", Franca was delighted:
I got "Joy" as a reward from the "Eternal Sun" Church, and "Pain" as a reward from the Witch Sect. I should also get some from Lady "Judgment". I sold one piece of information three times... Now I can understand the joy of Lumian receiving three rewards for one mission!
Angouleme rubbed his forehead again and said to himself:

"There are several cardinals who are not from the 'Sun' path, and even more among the diocesan bishops. I really don't know what will be found out next. I just hope that the impact will not be too wide."

He was talking about the core member of the "April Fool's Day" incident within the "Eternal Sun" Church. With a clear direction, it would not be difficult to find out even if the other party used a "broker" to accomplish certain things.

Without waiting for Franca's response, Angouleme thought for a moment and said:

"The transaction of the humanoid seal has been approved. You can inform us of the transaction method at any time."

"Finally approved..." After criticizing the long bureaucratic process, Franka asked curiously, "What's the story behind that humanoid seal?"

During the sea prayer ceremony, she had seen the humanoid sealed object and knew how powerful she was and how abnormal she was.

Angoulême shook his head.

"I am not qualified to read that information. I only know that she was a demigod of the Audience Path, probably at the Sequence 4 level. Later, she suddenly went crazy. But I am not sure whether she became infected by the evil god because she went crazy, or whether she became crazy because of the evil god's infection."

"It should be the latter possibility." Franka said thoughtfully, "Aren't the Beyonders of the Audience Path emotionally stable and difficult to lose control?"

Angoulême denied Franca's statement:
"In my opinion, audiences generally don't have problems, but when they do, it's very troublesome."

"That's right." Franca thought of "I have a friend".

After chatting for a few more words, Angoulême said goodbye to the "hidden blade" and left the empty house.

Before leaving, he quickly reviewed the information he had just obtained in his mind, and then sighed in his heart with a heavy emotion:
"Aren't there too many occult events in Trier?"

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In the market area, Janna took the time to complete her role as the "witch" again.

Wearing a black cape and a dark dress, she walked in the shadows on the street, looking for new acting opportunities while thinking about more directions for acting:
"We cannot equate 'witches' with doing bad things. Evil and dark things are not bad things...

"Among the various witch legends I have collected so far, a large part of them are about witches showing their magic and using their evil and dark powers to help others fulfill their wishes and tempt them to fall...

"These legends should contain stories of witches playing the role of 'witches'. You can consider imitating them. Moreover, tempting people to fall is also a deepening of the 'instigator'. Playing the role of 'joy' can also make the target fall...

"Well, the magical power of evil and darkness tempts people to fall, and fall brings disaster..."

Jana's thoughts gradually became clear.

As she was thinking, she turned into the chaotic street, intending to find an opportunity to play the role of a "witch" in this most restless street.

After walking a few steps, Janna suddenly heard someone singing hysterically:
"Trier, covered with gold,
“A dance that lasts till dawn;

"A roast chicken dripping with fat,

“Like a castle cake;

"Waiters in bow ties shuttled among the guests.

"Dancing happily.

"My beloved, you are among them,

“It’s among them.

"This is the city of joy, this is eternal Trier!"

This voice...Janna raised her head in the shadows and looked towards the Golden Rooster Hotel. She saw Lumian, wearing a thick brown jacket, sitting on the windowsill on the third floor, holding a glass bottle filled with green liquid in his hand.

Didn't he go to the Aurora Club and never come back? Janna frowned slightly and left the shadows.

Lumian also saw her, smiled, jumped down from the third floor, and landed steadily in front of her.

"Why are you here?" Janna asked with concern.

Lumian smiled nonchalantly and said:

"I suddenly thought of this place, so I came back to have some wine."

Sensing the strange excitement in Lumian, Janna asked carefully:

"What happened?"

“No.” Lumian denied without hesitation and emphasized again, “I’m fine.”

He carried the bottle of absinthe and walked towards the exit of the busy street. Janna followed behind him quietly without asking any questions.

Under the crimson moonlight and the scattered gas street lamps, Lumian, who had been silent for a while, suddenly announced with a smile:

“I’m about to start blaspheming.

"No, it has already begun."

He didn't turn around and kept walking forward.

"Aren't you always blaspheming?" Janna cautiously tested Lumian with his usual self-deprecation.

Lumian continued to look at the darkness ahead and replied with a clear smile:

"This time is different."

He quickened his pace and didn't mention the matter again.

Janna glanced at Lumian's muddy leather boots, then looked at the surroundings which were dirty but not wet, pursed her lips and did not ask any further questions.

Lumian continued walking, occasionally humming a few lines, chatting and joking with Jenna, and always with an obvious smile on his face.

He walked back to his rented apartment and entered his room.

Jenna stopped quietly in the living room and watched Lumian close the wooden door of the bedroom.

In the dark room, which was only illuminated by a little crimson moonlight, Lumian sat down at the desk, spread out the letter paper, and picked up the pen.

He did not light the gas wall lamp, nor did he create a blazing white flame. Surrounded by darkness, he put down his pen in the faint light.

Amid the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, the smile on Lumian's face quickly disappeared, and his wrist moved the pen slower and slower.

Finally, he finished writing that unusually short letter:
"Dear Ms. Magician:
"I want to see you."

PS: Please tell me which characters need to be added to the character list. I’m afraid there will be omissions, so I’ll do it all in the evening.

(End of this chapter)