Ring of Fate

Chapter 822 Team Action

In the evening, Trier, 20th district named after the cemetery, 35 Saint-Nones Street.

Franka, Janna and Anthony, who were in different states of stealth, came to the outside of Room 5 on the 6th floor, confirmed the details of the environment here, and made final preparations for the subsequent actions.

According to the information provided by the "Periodic Table", Nikila, a member of the "Moss Ascetic Order" who is suspected to be the "Man in the Mirror", is actually an ordinary clerk who works for a grain company. He goes out on time every day, returns home on time, and lives a very regular life.

The only peculiarity of Nikila was that he was still unmarried at the age of thirty-five or thirty-six, because he suffered from severe intermittent migraines and was unable to attract the attention of women.

The moment she finished reading the information, the thought that popped into Franka's mind was:
"It fits the characteristics of the 'Secret Peers' being continuously influenced by the evil god 'Hidden Sage'...

"The 'Peeper of Secrets' will also be instilled with knowledge by the 'Man in the Mirror' through the Beyonder?"

Recalling the contents of the information, Franka came out of her invisible state, created white frost, let it flow into the keyhole and condense into ice.

So, she got a crystal key and opened Nikila's door easily.

While this real clerk was still here and hadn't gotten home from get off work, Franca took out a mirror and started fortune-telling to avoid possible traps or warning arrangements in the apartment.

"There is a full-length mirror in the bedroom, living room, and second bedroom, and there are as many as fifteen or sixteen portable mirrors. Who would believe you if you said you were not the 'person in the mirror'?" Franca checked everywhere and muttered to herself.

She was also telling Janna and Anthony outside the door the information she had collected.

Of course, there is another possibility with so many mirrors in the room, that is, Nikila is a "witch", but it is obvious that this person is not an attractive woman, or even a woman.

Franca walked to the full-length mirror in the living room, looked at Janna and Anthony who appeared in the hallway outside the door and said:

"I will ambush behind this mirror. You will follow the predetermined plan and force the target into this mirror. If he can use the world in the mirror, we can confirm that he is Griffith, the 'Man in the Mirror'."

As Franka spoke, black flames burned in various places in the room, quietly erasing all traces left by the previous search.

Janna nodded slightly and reminded him:
"You have to be careful there's an ambush behind this mirror. Didn't Lumian run into one before?"

"Don't worry, the 'Magic Mirror Divination' told me there is no ambush. Of course, I won't completely believe in and rely on divination, so I will be careful." Franka felt Janna's concern, and with a smile, she took out the "Seven Stone Bracelet" with only two diamonds left from the "Traveler's Bag" and threw it out the door.

As she threw the ball, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart:

"If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. If the old doesn't go, the new won't come..."

When Janna caught the "Seven Stone Bracelet", Franka emphasized again:

"Once you are sure that Nikila has entered this mirror, you will immediately 'teleport' away and use the fixed entrance and exit of the mirror world to help me."

"No problem." Anthony put on gloves, closed the door of Nikila's apartment, and pressed his palm on the keyhole to warm the metal that was becoming increasingly cold due to the ice key.

This was because he was afraid that Nikki would notice something unusual through the remaining coldness when she opened the door.

After Janna and Anthony left, Franca took out the crystal clear "Ice Amulet" and wore it around her neck.

Then she reached out and pressed the full-length mirror in the living room.

With a flash of cold light, she passed through the glass silently.

There was nothing behind the mirror, and a deep, dark tunnel like a spider web filled Franka's vision.

Franka, who was closely watching the surrounding situation, breathed a sigh of relief and said silently to herself:

"There was no ambush."

After confirming this, she moved closer to the mirror and looked through the glass at the living room of the apartment:
Nikila hadn't come back yet, and it was unusually quiet outside in the evening light.

Franka's spirit tensed up involuntarily. She raised her right hand, pinched her forehead, and said with a sigh:

“If only Lumian were here…”

She was the one who proposed and perfected the action plan this time. It cost her a lot of brain cells, but she also had to shoulder the responsibility of achieving the goal and preventing Janna and Anthony from suffering serious harm. She couldn't relax at all.

In the past, Lumian had to do and bear these things, and she only needed to question and use her imagination to complete her part of the task.

"Oh, being the leader of a team is too tiring. I can't slack off..." Franka calmed herself down and waited patiently.

In the cafe diagonally opposite 35 St. Norness Street.

Janna took off her hood and turned into a girl in a black dress. She sat by the window and chatted with Anthony across from her about all kinds of interesting stories in Trier.

Suddenly, she rested her left elbow on the coffee table, and with her palm pressed down her flaxen hair that had returned to its original shape and was cascading down from the side. Her voice involuntarily lowered a little:
"The target is back."

While pretending to be attracted by the beautiful woman opposite him, Anthony glanced at the apartment building diagonally opposite out of the corner of his eye.

A two-story public carriage stopped by the roadside, and a man in his thirties wearing a black woolen coat and a half-high silk hat got out.

The man was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with steady steps, a thin face with sharp edges, and a pair of dark black eyes, which was relatively rare.

It was indeed Nikila… Anthony looked at Janna, smiled and nodded, indicating that the other party had not recognized the wrong target.

Janna then straightened her head, retracted her left hand, and cast her eyes towards the cuckoo wall clock in the cafe.

She smiled and said to Anthony:
"There are still three minutes left."

What she meant was that we had to take official action in three minutes.

The reason for waiting in the cafe for three minutes is to avoid the instinctive investigation of the "mystery peeper" after returning home.

This is a detailed issue discussed by Franca, Janna and Anthony.

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Nikila, wearing a half-high silk hat, walked back up the stairs to the 5th floor and stopped outside Room 6.

He didn't open the door immediately, but raised his right hand and pinched his temples on both sides.

Then, he closed his eyes and opened them again. His pupils were dyed a deep purple, exuding a mysterious charm.

"The Eye of Prying Eyes"!
Nikila usually used a special "wizard" spell to weaken the effect of the "Eye of Secrets" to avoid sudden death, but this could not be completely sealed. He was now doing his best to observe various conditions inside and outside the room and the surrounding area.

The bedbugs on the ceiling, the hair in the cracks in the corridor, the neighbors cooking in front of the coal stove, the dust floating in the air of the room, the children running back and forth on the stairs, the mice hiding in the shadows, and the pedestrians who happened to pass by the streets in front and behind the apartment were reflected in Nikila's deep purple eyes in a state of chaotic overlap.

At the same time, Nikila also saw a curtain-like shadow covering the surroundings, and a layer of dark water light appeared on the surface of all the mirrors.

Before the gaze from behind the curtain of shadows became apparent, Nikila ended the reconnaissance and closed her eyes.

If he continued to watch, he didn't know what he would encounter or what would happen, and now, his heart was filled with fear.

"Phew... The 'Eye of Peering into Secrets' is really dangerous. The 'Listeners' of the 'Secret Prayer' path listen, and we see. We are both equally likely to touch things that we shouldn't touch, and may die tragically for unknown reasons at any time..." Nikila pulled out a brown leather scroll from the hidden pocket on the inside of his black woolen coat, and whispered a word in Hermetic language - "myopia".

The scroll immediately ignited with dark flames and quickly turned into ashes.

The mysterious deep purple in Nikila's eyes sank into the depths of her dark pupils.

After doing this, Nikila took out the key and opened the door.

He had already confirmed that there were no suspicious persons in the entire apartment building and the streets on both sides, nor were there any enemies lurking in the shadows, nor were there any signs of abnormality.

After entering the living room and closing the door, Nikila unbuttoned the top buttons of her tweed coat and white shirt, sat down on the sofa and rested her arms on both sides.

Franka, who was behind the full-length mirror, saw this scene, and took the opportunity when Nikila leaned forward to take the bottle of beer on the coffee table to extend her right palm, let it extend slightly out of the mirror surface, and pressed tightly against the glass.

As soon as Nikila sat back on the sofa, Franka immediately withdrew her right palm.

Gulp, gurgle, Nikila drank beer and read the newspapers he had just brought back, looking no different from the most ordinary clerks.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when Janna and Anthony saw that three minutes had passed, they left the cafe and turned into a quiet alley nearby, completing their preparations for hiding in the shadows and becoming psychologically invisible.

They quickly sneaked back to the target apartment and hid in the designated locations.

At this time, Nikila was still reading the newspaper and had not yet considered whether to go out to find a restaurant for dinner or just cook something.

Suddenly, Nikila felt her throat was a little dry and itchy, as if she hadn't had water for a long time.

He coughed and thought subconsciously:
"I've already drunk half a bottle of beer, why is my throat so dry and itchy?"

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Nikila couldn't help but cough again.

He suddenly felt extremely uneasy.

This is not right!

Just as Nikila was instantly alert, Janna, who heard the target coughing twice in succession through the wall, came out from the shadows without hesitation, and while wearing a hood, she stabbed the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" into her own heart.

Her flaxen hair seemed to have grown a little longer, her outlines became softer, and the details of her facial features became more stunning.

Before, Janna’s beauty was to highlight her femininity and was a manifestation of her feminine charm, but now, her beauty seems to have become a more independent concept, making her attractive because of her beauty.

Through the door, she made the shadow under Nikila's feet and the darkness around him condense into an illusory but solid black chain, which was wrapped around the target.

(End of this chapter)