Ring of Fate

Chapter 861: Taking the Initiative

Chapter 861: Taking the Initiative (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

Lumian stroked Janna's hair again:

"Actually, it may not be a bad thing for Franka to go home. If their world doesn't have a doomsday and there aren't so many dangers, I can help you knock your brother out and let you take him and Franka to that world together."

Janna stared into Lumian's eyes with her crystal blue eyes and said:
"how about you?"

Lumian was silent for a moment and said:

"I'll see."

Jana opened her mouth and closed it again.

After a few seconds, she didn't ask what was going on, but said seriously:
"On the one hand, I want to keep her, and on the other hand, I'm afraid that the greater Franca's hope, the greater her disappointment. If she really finds out that she can't return home in the future, she will definitely collapse. For Beyonders, this is a very dangerous thing, and the higher the sequence, the more dangerous it is.

"She said, or it might have been Emperor Roselle who said, that a person is the sum of his social relationships. Anthony also talked to me about the importance of social relationships to a person. I know that he actually saw that I still have some psychological problems and wanted to slowly enlighten me in this way. Well, when you went to see Ms. Susie and Ms. Justice for treatment, didn't they also emphasize the importance of rebuilding social relationships? For Franka, the most important social relationship is you and me. The closer we are now, the more it will help stabilize her condition in the future. If I rely on myself, it may not be enough."

Lumian withdrew his hand and looked at Janna for a few seconds:
"After knowing Franka's true origins, you seem to have thought a lot these days?

"Why do you think she might not be able to return home?"

Janna's eyes turned, and she said provocatively:

"She later told me that Emperor Roselle and she came from the same world and the same country. I thought, the emperor is at least an angel, and he might even be a true god. But he couldn't travel back in time, right?

"Don't you think this represents a slim hope, or something impossible?"

Lumian smiled and sighed:
"But Franka and the others believe that the emperor either met with an accident before he could find a way to return, or he faked his death and escaped, and has traveled back in time."

Janna shook her head.
"It's definitely not the latter possibility. If it were, the emperor would definitely destroy part of his diary before traveling through time."

"Pretty perceptive," Lumian said after careful consideration. "From what Franca told me about the Emperor's diary, it can be seen that the Emperor did encounter some terrifying things in his later years, but what puzzles me is that the Emperor at that time never seemed to consider traveling back in time. In addition, the Emperor attached great importance to his eldest daughter, and his eldest daughter, the 'mysterious queen' Bernadette, is still active in our world. These are the reasons why I think there is little hope for Franca and the others. They should actually have similar ideas, but they just don't want to believe it."

At this point, Lumian's voice suddenly became low:
"People should always live with hope..."

Jenna smiled and reached out to draw on Lumian's chest, which was exposed when the quilt slipped off:

"You're in much better condition now, and you can say such things now."

Without waiting for Lumian's response, she raised her head, looked at Lumian and said:

"Let's go and fulfill our promise this morning, okay?"

"Is this something I can accomplish on my own?" Lumian said with a smile, "If she doesn't want to, can I force her?"

Janna couldn't help but smile:
"She actually tends to agree in her heart, but after the most intense period of emotion, she is inevitably a little embarrassed and can't let go, especially when she has to face you, her friend and brother who knows her original state."

"Don't you know her yet? She'll try anything when she's impulsive, but once she calms down, she might turn into an ostrich." Lumian laughed at Franca out of habit.

"Why don't you take the initiative? Maybe she's waiting for you to take the initiative." Janna found that her emotions were indeed very complicated. She felt a little sour, but at the same time she was looking forward to that happening.

Lumian spread his hands:
"How can I take the initiative? I have never taken the initiative in similar matters. I can't just tell Franca that I will fulfill the agreement, right?"

Jane's eyes moved slightly, and she thought for a moment and said:
"You show your guilt in front of her, try your best to help her, and then ask her in a flattering way if she needs a massage on her head, shoulders and back. If she doesn't object, and there is physical contact, you do it little by little..."

Jane gradually ran out of words and quickly ended:

"got it?"

“Are you very experienced?” Lumian said with a smile.

Janna showed a look of reminiscence:
"I've seen some of them when I was a 'flamboyant girl' before. Besides, the dancers under Franka are very fond of reading novels about love and the interaction between men and women. A book can be circulated among dozens or even hundreds of people. Thanks to Emperor Roselle and the compulsory education that still exists, some of them can understand simple stories, while the rest can just listen to these people's stories. This is the rare sunshine in their lives.

"I've read some of it, too, and I know how those dandies and Dandies do it."

Lumian laughed, leaned towards Janna, stretched out his hands, and pressed them on her bare, smooth shoulders:
“Is this a massage?”

"Yes." Janna rolled her eyes at Lumian. "You're only now giving me a massage? You've almost driven me apart. You were always reluctant at first, and then..."

Janna, who was teasing Lumian, suddenly got stuck, her words stuck in her throat.

Lumian came closer and gave a teasing smile:
"It's six o'clock in the morning..."

Janna quickly pulled the quilt over her and jumped off the bed as nimbly as a deer.

She wrapped herself in the quilt, looked at Lumian, and smiled softly:

"Go find Franka today and use your ability as a 'conspirator'."

Without waiting for Lumian's response, Janna grabbed her "traveler's bag" and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the room.

Lumian was stunned for two seconds, then sighed and said:

"At least give me back the quilt."

After waiting for a while, the quilt was thrown out from the shadows and covered Lumian.

Lumian smiled and shook his head, imitating Franca's tone and mocking himself in his heart:
"Ascetic, start!"

…………

Orosei Street 9, Apartment 702.

When Franca opened the door and saw that it was Lumian, she suddenly felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to slam the door in his face.

She turned and walked towards the easy chair and asked:
"Janna didn't come with you?"

"She should go back and rest for a while," Lumian said carefully.

Franka suddenly understood something and her expression became a little complicated.

She stood in front of the armchair and for a moment forgot to sit down.

Lumian glanced at her and asked deliberately:

"Has the 'pain' potion digested a little more?"

"Fuck!" Franca gritted her teeth and condensed several crystal ice cones, throwing them at Lumian.

Lumian easily dodged and walked to the sofa area, looking back at Franka with lively eyes.

See, this way you can forget about feeling uncomfortable and have a good chat.

However, Franca's reaction just now was a bit too much. We really need to make the agreement a reality as soon as possible, otherwise we might get entangled again later...

Lumian showed a flattering smile and said to Franka:
"Habitual taunting, habitual taunting. It's not like you don't know the Hunter's mouth."

Franka uttered a "huh" and sat down on the armchair.

Today she was wearing a slim-fitting white shirt with ruffles on the cuffs and lace flowers on the bow tie, and off-white trousers. She was still wearing the same pair of furry slippers on her feet.

Following the instructions of senior actress apprentice Miss Celia Bello, Lumian asked with a hint of guilt:
"How's your 'pain' potion going?"

Franka said angrily:
"About one third."

"Well, I've solved the part about my own pain, but I'm still a little bit lacking in making others suffer." Lumian said cautiously.

Then, he took the initiative to pour a glass of water for Franca and asked with a smile:

"Would you like me to give you a shoulder and leg massage? You must be tired from running around looking for clues about Harrison these days?"

"Massage?" Franca was stunned at first, then she became alert and looked at Lumian suspiciously.

After taking a few glances, she took the glass of water, gulped down a sip and said:

"no need."

This... the great theorist of interaction between men and women, the master of armchair tactics, Miss Celia Bello, your method doesn't work... I can only rely on myself to improvise, I can only rely on the "conspirator"... Lumian's thoughts raced as he sat down on the single sofa.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, then closed it and took out the "Black Tear" forehead ornament from his "Traveler's Bag" with a normal expression.

Franca immediately understood that Lumian was trying to confirm whether the "Black Witch" was watching here through the mirror.

Uh, that's just right... Franca was about to say that she was looking for you to send the potion formula and all the materials for Amandine through the mirror world, but then she saw Lumian quickly put away the "Black Tear" and winked at her.

This... the "Black Witch" is staring at her... Franka immediately swallowed back the words she wanted to say.

The next second, she saw Lumian stand up, walk towards her, and squeeze into the armchair with a smile.

Hey... hey hey hey! Franca was stunned.

Her first reaction was to teach this guy who had taken her place a lesson, but she realized Lumian's purpose in a flash:

"In the eyes of the Black Witch, Lumian and I are lovers. If we don't show any intimacy every time, it would be abnormal and she would be suspicious...

"Well, let's put on a show..."

Franka immediately felt Lumian's arm around her waist.

Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she forced herself to relax.

Then, she was pulled over by Lumian and saw his deep blue eyes and his well-defined face.

"I'm here to fulfill my promise." Lumian winked at Franca again.

He chuckled softly and slowly lowered his head.

Franka's eyes widened:

Hey! Are you serious?

She instinctively wanted to break free, but then she remembered that the "Black Witch" was watching her in the mirror, and Lumian's eyes just now were hinting at this, asking her to cooperate.

"You kid, are you taking advantage of someone who is in trouble?" Franca thought to herself, then she remembered what happened before and secretly let out a sigh, "Forget it, forget it, it was already agreed, it's just a little earlier, it will come eventually, it will come eventually..."

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes closed little by little, and her body slowly softened.

Then, she felt Lumian's lips, lips with fiery temperature, which forcefully opened her defenses.

In a daze, Franka suddenly thought:
"No, no! The Black Witch is still watching!
"How shameful!"

Almost at the same time, she heard Lumian's hoarse voice whispering in her ear:

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"Well... you are quite considerate... Phew, once we get into the bedroom and wrap ourselves in the quilt, the 'Black Witch' won't be visible anymore, and it'll just be a good chance to confirm our relationship as lovers..." Franka nodded vaguely, and then she felt herself being picked up and floated in the air.

…………

A bedroom filled with warmth and charm.

With her cheeks still flushed, Franca turned her body and said to Lumian:

"I just remembered that I have something to tell you, uh..."

She looked at Lumian and asked him if the "Black Witch" had left.

Lumian laughed and said:

"The 'Black Witch' left long ago."

Franca was stunned for a moment, and then she realized something was wrong from her still confused thoughts:

"You didn't take any, uh, how did you know?"

Lumian showed a sincere expression:
"The Black Witch didn't come today."

"..." Franca was stunned.

She quickly understood what was going on and threw herself at Lumian in anger, beating him up.