Chapter 306: Sporadic "Fire" Mummy ashes...Lumian instantly thought of the "Highland Secret Medicine" store in the city of Lapus. The term "mummy" originated from the former Highland Kingdom, and there is a special ancient Highland language word for it. Emperor Roselle translated it into "mummy". In other words, the most authentic and oldest mummies are all on the Xingxing Plateau, which is also the largest "origin" of mummy ashes. Franka became more and more excited as she spoke: "How come the men in Trier love things that can enhance their abilities so much that they even dare to eat things like mummy ashes! It makes it so that people who really need it can't buy the real thing!" "Many women in Trier are also passionate about it and hope that their husbands and lovers can perform better in bed." Lumian had read relevant reports and asked Franca curiously, "Does it really work?" Franka sneered: "The powder made from the ground corpse using a special process has no other effects other than causing disease. Well, its effect in the field of mysticism is another matter. “Think about it, Trier is full of fake mummy ashes now, and they are enjoying eating them, and can’t tell the real from the fake? “There are many herbs with similar effects, but once they are labeled as mummy ashes, the price can increase several times. Who wouldn’t do that? “Don’t overestimate the conscience of those merchants. I have heard people complain about grinding dead rat bones into powder, adding herbs, and selling them as mummy ashes at many occult gatherings. "I just, uh, before I had supernatural powers and was still working hard, I saw the owner of a cafe using chicory to make fake coffee. Later, he didn't even want to use chicory, and collected coffee grounds, animal bile, and even brick dust and coal ash as a substitute. Believe me, if you have ever been to the kitchens of certain restaurants and cafes, you would want to hang the boss on the gallows. Those snail shells were used again and again, constantly picked up from the garbage dump, stuffed into the ingredients, and served to new customers..."

Franka rambled on and on, venting her dissatisfaction with the obstacles that counterfeit and shoddy products had brought to her extraordinary career. After she finished speaking, Lumian asked as if to confirm: "Have you finished digesting your 'witch' potion?" "That was a long time ago. Have you ever seen me play the role of a witch during this period?" Franca's mood returned to normal and she answered with a little pride. Lumian thoughtfully changed the subject: "You seem to look down on the Rose School for creating terrorist incidents in the northern continent, and even mock them for hindering the people of the southern continent from resisting colonization? I don't quite understand your logic. Shouldn't we resist and retaliate when we are bullied?" "Yes, if it's just for the pleasure of revenge, there's nothing wrong with doing this." Franca walked to the window of Lumian's bedroom, looking at the docks and yards blocked by buildings, and said with unfocused eyes, "But if you want to lead the people of the South Continent to drive out the colonists, such behavior will only have the opposite effect. A philosopher in my hometown once said that a king should not send troops out of anger. Resisting colonization is a serious and difficult matter, and it should not become a trash can for venting emotions." Seeing that Lumian was still confused, Franka pointed out the window: "There are many workers and coolies there. They work hard every day and sleep in rooms full of bedbugs. It is very difficult for them to just keep their families alive. Are they colonists? Do they gain benefits from the colonies? Yes, their jobs may be brought by colonial trade, but without the colonies and entering a normal trade state, will they be unemployed? I don't think so. The most likely possibility is that they still have such a job that can barely support themselves, while the bosses lose excess profits. "They have their own demands and a tendency to change the current society. They often join the various marches and protests of Trier citizens and have strong dissatisfaction with the government. “There are many similar people in Trier. Some of them, for various reasons, even sympathize with the colonized southern continental people. "A philosopher king from my hometown once said that when we do things, we must clearly distinguish who is our friend and who is our enemy. The Rose School creates various terrorist incidents, which will only push people who sympathize with the colonized and those who are also resisting the government to the opposite side of itself, making itself the target of hatred for the rulers to bridge internal contradictions. This is harmful to the cause of the people of the southern continent to resist colonization. "That philosopher king even forbade his intelligence agents from carrying out assassinations and revenge, let alone creating terrorist incidents." Franka came back to her senses and added with bright eyes: "As long as we can find more friends, isolate the enemy to the greatest extent possible, and ignite that little spark, even the smallest and most sporadic flame can eventually ignite the entire wilderness!" Who are our friends and who are our enemies... Find allies, isolate enemies... Even the smallest and most isolated flame can set a field on fire... Even the smallest and most isolated flame can set a field on fire... Lumian felt as if his vision was suddenly opened, and he repeatedly pondered over the words that Franka had said. Especially the last sentence, which gave him a completely new understanding of "arsonist", and his first rule of acting was about to emerge. After more than ten seconds, Lumian nodded seriously: "I agree with you now. It is very stupid for the Rose School to create terrorist incidents. It is a decision made after their brains were filled with desire. Well, as believers of the Mother Tree of Desire, this is also normal." Franka curled her lips: "If the Rose School focused on assassinating colonial generals, congressmen, and government officials, and on destroying battleships, munitions warehouses, and arsenals, I wouldn't have laughed at them, but they want to have blood sacrifices every once in a while, and want to kill a large number of people regardless of their identities. I don't want to become a sacrifice to these lunatics one day." "This is a typical case of pushing sympathizers to the opposite side." Lumian commented pertinently.

Franka said again with disdain: "These lunatics not only conduct blood sacrifices in the countries of the Northern Continent, but also in the Southern Continent, wherever they can exert influence, often turning villages into deserted places. I think the people of the Southern Continent have not only the mountain of colonists on their shoulders, but also the 'Rose School'." Lumian nodded slightly and said: "I was just taken to the Star Plateau by that lady and met a merchant selling mummies. Do you want me to apply for another visit and help you get some real mummy ashes?" That lady...Franca suddenly realized, but did not ask any further questions. She thought for a moment and said: "Not for now. Trier just has a lot of fakes, but that doesn't mean there aren't any real ones. Let's try to find some first. If that doesn't work, we can go to the southern continent." “But I hope you can advance to Sequence 6 within a week and become a ‘Witch of Pleasure’.” Lumian said frankly. "Huh?" Franka was confused. Who is going to be promoted? Lumian did not hide anything and said directly: "A prophet told me that Guillaume Bene will appear in the Red Princess District next week. I want to find him and capture him, and this requires the help of more friends. The boss has promised to help me find someone. The stronger you are, the higher the chance of our success in capturing Guillaume Bene." "You are learning and applying what you have learned." Franca said with a smile, "You really don't treat me as an outsider now. You make requests without even asking if I agree to help you." “Isn’t that a question?” Lumian responded with a smile. Franka pondered for a moment and said: "Wait a few more days. If you still haven't bought the real mummy ashes, go to the southern continent to look for them. Didn't I tell you? Try not to trouble the Major Arcana if you can." "Okay." Lumian actually had a similar point of view, but he would not miss any opportunity to make money. Otherwise, it would be the best choice for him to directly ask Ms. "Magician" to help deal with Guillaume Bennet. Subordinates who do not have the ability to handle problems independently and only know how to bother their superiors will be abandoned sooner or later! Moreover, the principle within the Tarot Club is "equal exchange". What price should be paid for asking a demigod-level Major Arcana card holder for help? After chatting for a while, Franka, who was about to leave, looked out the window and suddenly said: "Although Gardner Martin already knows the situation and has made preparations, you can't be careless and put all your hopes on him. The Rose School is a very old secret organization and must have various abilities." Why are you talking about this all of a sudden... Lumian was stunned for a moment, then he said cooperatively: "The boss is at least a 'conspirator'. He has already dug countless traps in secret, waiting for the 'Rose School' to come." The two of them talked about this topic as they walked out of the bedroom and into the corridor. Until this moment, Franka lowered her voice and said: "I just felt that there was something wrong with the glass of your window. I suspect there is a 'ghost'." The "ghost" of the "Rose School"? Did Franca discover something unusual through the "witch's" control of the mirror? Lumian's spirit tensed up instantly, and he nodded gently as if he was chatting about an extremely ordinary topic. He watched Franca turn into the cafe and leave the Breeze Ballroom before walking out of the aisle and sitting in his old seat as usual, drinking his fragrant coffee. After a full hour, Lumian finally relaxed a little, feeling that the "ghost" had left. He then focused his attention on the boss Gardner Martin and possible traps. Lumian spent the next few days in this rather suspicious state. From time to time, he felt that there were eyes looking at him from the glass windows of the room and the mirror in the bathroom, but nothing happened. Finally, he waited for the day when Mr. K promised to give him the reward. Walking down the stairs of the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian met a strange woman. She was wearing a lake blue dress, her brown hair was naturally loose, her brown eyes had a unique sense of vagueness, her appearance was above average, her cheeks were plump, and her temperament was detached.

As Lumien passed the front desk, he casually asked Mrs. Firth: "Is the lady just now a new tenant?" The plump Mrs. Firth smiled ingratiatingly: "No, it's Miss Safari who lives in room 309. She followed a painter to a seaside town to serve as a nude model and just came back today. "How enviable! Her job allows her to go on vacation to the beach." The mannequin? Lumien nodded, walked out of the Golden Cockerel, and took a stagecoach to the Boulevard District. (End of this chapter)