Ring of Fate

Chapter 780 Traitor
Franca was stunned when she heard this:
"Is this okay?"

Can this be recycled?
This is not water resources!
I have already consumed a lot of "joy" because of Moran Avni...

"Why not?" Lumian said with a smile, "Isn't this the same as you wanting to make a powerful target happy, but you can't get close to it by yourself, so you can only rely on my help and go through me? Well, happiness is not something that can only be done one-on-one, otherwise Browns Soren's female happiness party would be meaningless. What we have to do now is to affect other targets while dealing with Moran Avini."

"This... but..." Franka had to admit that what Lumian said made some sense and that it was possible to achieve it, but she also felt that it was too loophole-like and felt like he was taking advantage of a bug.

At the same time, Franca muttered to herself about Lumian:

Have you read too many underground books or watched too many happy parties? Otherwise, how could you talk about one to many so naturally... Also, in other things, it's okay to say that I use your help and go through you, but once it comes to pleasure, this description is too strange...

Under the gazes of Anthony, who was quietly listening to the discussion, and Janna, who was still somewhat confused, Lumian asked Franca:
"Let me assume a scenario: when you are enjoying yourself with someone, another person happens to pass by and sees the corresponding scene. As a result, he is strongly charmed and enjoys himself. Can that help you digest the 'joy' potion?"

"Sure." Franka answered confidently.

According to her experience, pleasure does not require direct contact, nor is it fixed in one way. It is enough to meet the most basic condition of "the target gets pleasure from himself". It would be even better if it is also accompanied by "immersing oneself in this pleasure and being unable to extricate oneself from the pain".

After thinking about it, Franca was suddenly stunned:
If it were the world I came from before, as long as I could abandon decency, shame and morality, digesting the "joy" potion would be a very easy thing. After completing the preliminary preparations, it might only take a few days, or even a few hours to achieve the goal of complete digestion.

Lumian smiled back:

"What is the essential difference between the scenario I just described and exchanging Moran Avini's fate fragment with a certain pirate general to make him burst into lust?"

"No..." Franka was convinced.

She then sighed:

"You are really a master at finding bugs."

"What is a BUG?" Janna asked puzzledly.

Lumian had heard this strange word from his sister Aurore before, so he helped explain it:

"BUG means to exploit a loophole."

Franka nodded:
"You know, sometimes I wonder if it would be better if you took the 'wrong' path."

"Then I may have become an Amon now." Lumian smiled self-awarely.

Franka is also a very proactive person, otherwise she would not have drunk the "witch" potion. She immediately asked:
“Which pirate general should we choose?
"Isn't this too dangerous? Each pirate general has his own fleet, many Beyonders under his command, and different powerful forces behind them."

"We just invited him to enjoy ourselves and we didn't do anything else to him. What is there to worry about?" Lumian replied leisurely. "Even if we can't stop, we can just kill him. Haven't we offended enough powerful forces? Those pirate generals are not law-abiding people."

Seeing that Franca wanted to say something else, Lumian added:

"This is also a test for the team. Believe me, our combined strength is no worse than any pirate general's team. Later, we can find a chance for Janna to digest the Witch potion, and for Anthony to digest the Hypnotist potion."

"Yes." Franka nodded, "Then let's collect intelligence first to see which pirate general's recent whereabouts are more clear."

You have to find someone first!

After confirming this, Franka once again lamented Lumian's trip to the underworld:

"It ended too quickly. I didn't contact '007' last night, and I haven't given him the courier summoning method for Janna. I was thinking of going back to Trier tonight to complete this matter. Who knew that the entire commission would end directly? I don't need to go to the South Continent anymore, and I don't need to give '007' the courier summoning method anymore."

She originally thought that this mission would last several days, or even a week or two, but it was completed in just one morning.

…………

Inside the Church of Saint-Vieve.

Angouleme, wearing a brown woolen coat, stood at the door of the room, looking at the stairs leading upstairs.

Yesterday, he and several of his colleagues were asked to stay behind to keep watch, but they were not given any reason to do so.

Angouleme could vaguely guess something, after all, he was the one who handed over the relevant information to the top leaders.

As time passed slowly, a middle-aged man in a white robe inlaid with gold thread walked up the magnificent staircase.

The middle-aged man had black hair and brown eyes, a dignified temperament, and two neatly trimmed mustaches above his mouth.

Angoulême knew him; he had had several encounters with him while dealing with occult matters in the greater Trier region.

This is Peacock, the senior deacon of the Purifiers and one of the giants of the Inquisition.

He was not Angoulême's direct superior, as he was responsible for the area around Trier, that is, the entire Trier region except Trier.

He is not a demigod of the "Sun" path, but a Sequence 4 "Fallen Count" of the "Lawyer" path.

When Angouleme saw Peacock, he withdrew his gaze and shrank a little deeper into the room.

He suspected that this person was the core member of "April Fool's Day" outside the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society" and was the one who directed the drama of the human-shaped sealed object "1-147" escaping the control of the church.

Angoulême's reason for suspicion is simple:
The core member who was lurking inside the church on "April Fool's Day" used a "broker" and a "backroom deal" to get other "Purifiers" to let go of "1-147" for other purposes. The "lawyer" approach is somewhat similar to the "broker" approach, and is also good at distorting the terms in transactions and agreements to achieve their own goals.

The demigods on this path have been involved in countless gray transactions and are most likely to come into contact with "brokers" or be contacted by "brokers".

Before the discovery of "Overseer" Perle, the seal "1-147" was not in Peacock's jurisdiction and he never left his own tribunal during that period, so he was never on the investigation list of the "Eternal Sun" Church, even though he was a senior deacon of the "Purifier" and knew the information and locations of most of the "1" level seals.

Today, Peacock came to a meeting at St. Vieve Church.

The apparent reason was that in order to block the plans of the "Man in the Mirror" as soon as possible and eliminate these rats hiding in the darkness, the demigods of the Trier region needed to communicate face to face and determine a plan.

Only when Peacock's figure in a white robe inlaid with gold thread disappeared into the stairs leading to the upper floor did Angouleme exhale slowly, alert to what might happen.

Just a minute or two later, Angoulême felt the entire church shaking slightly.

The noise only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing. Almost no one noticed it except those who had paid attention to similar things in advance.

…………

In a room near the dome, bathed in sunlight.

The blond, high-cheekboned cardinal of the Church of the Eternal Sun, Archbishop Plessy of Trier, was standing next to a beautiful but holy woman in a white robe.

That is Saint Vieve, the patron angel of Trier!

Opposite them, near the door, Peacock's body was twisted, most of it melted, as if filled with white wax.

The senior deacon of the Purifier laughed loudly and said:

"The 'Supervisor' immediately informed me that something was wrong with her. For the past few days, I have been using this dummy for activities!"

His real body hid in the dark, observing the situation, and no longer contacted anyone from the Church of the Eternal Sun.

"Sure enough..." Archbishop Plessy of Trier sighed.

This was something that was expected. If the "supervisor" Perle was not caught and escaped successfully, corresponding developments were bound to happen.

Although the church had blocked Perle's escape during this period, it was only doing its best and did not hold out too much hope.

As the wax figure of the "Fallen Earl" Peacock melted rapidly, he looked at Saint-Vieve's holy face without any emotion and laughed again in a slightly sharp voice:

“I just made the most correct and only choice.

"The Crimson will surely come. Only by submitting to the great beings can you gain protection and survive the apocalypse!

"Crimson will surely come!"

After shouting the last sentence, Peacock's wax figure completely turned into a pile of half-solidified and half-melted white wax.

Saint Vievre, who was wearing a white robe inlaid with gold thread and no other accessories, watched the scene quietly, and said after a few seconds:

"Who made this dummy for him?"

"Perhaps it was acquired through a 'broker' transaction." Archbishop Plessy of Trier replied in a deep voice.

Saint-Vieve maintained the same tone and said:

"There aren't many extraordinary people who can make a dummy like this."

"Well, this is a direction to investigate." Plessy nodded.

A wax figure that can initially deceive the senses of angels is definitely not simple. Once its maker is found, it is possible to uncover the "broker" in this transaction and the "supervisor" hiding behind the scenes.

Saint-Vieve continued:

"Inform all bishops, priests, and 'Purifiers' of Peacock's fall, but do not issue a warrant for his arrest."

"Yes." Plessy also felt that a wanted order for a demigod would be useless and would damage the church's image among the people.

…………

After a few days, Franca, Anthony and others collected information about the pirate generals' last appearance and related whereabouts rumors through different channels.

Looking at the documents in front of her, Franca patted the top paper and said to Lumian:
"Just him?"

Lumian took a quick look and silently read out the target's name:

"Admiral of the Deep", Hal Constantine.

(End of this chapter)