Chapter 311 An Incomprehensible Choice The middle-aged, fat Anthony Reid was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed at himself after a while: “I was so emotional at the time that I couldn’t tell whether the sentence was true or not. "The 'audience' still has to sit in the audience." Lumian sat down again and said with a smile: “No, that’s not the problem. “Why did I jump off the stool and why did I lean over to talk in your ear from behind? It was to prevent you from seeing my subtle expressions and unconscious body language. "You were already emotionally agitated at that time, so you were unable to interpret the true meaning of my series of actions." Anthony Reid was silent for a few seconds and said: "That's one of the reasons. Another reason is that this kind of behavior is consistent with your usual style. I don't know if you have noticed that you occasionally act cool, or to use a more popular term now, act handsome. "Just now, I thought those actions were what you would do in that kind of situation, in order to show yourself and enhance the persuasiveness of your words, so I didn't doubt it."

Lumian laughed. "Young people like me inevitably have the desire to act cool and handsome, which in itself can well conceal the real purpose. No, both are real, so others can't see through it." It's like he likes to put one hand in his pocket, circle the fire crow, and bomb the enemy while walking towards them. Firstly, it's really handsome, and secondly, it's a way to hold Mr. K's fingers to prevent accidents. Anthony Reid thought about it and nodded: "The surface purpose has enough truth to mislead the 'audience'." Lumian lifted his right foot and placed it on his left knee, and brought the topic back on track: "We haven't tracked down the people and forces behind Hugues Artois because we have more important things to do right now. Don't worry, after next week, we will really follow up on this matter and have the corresponding intelligence sources." His plan was to have Janna find the "Purifier" to inquire about the follow-up of Hugues Artois's incident and see if there was any way they could "help". As the person who assassinated Hugues Artois, it is completely understandable that Janna is concerned about the progress of the investigation and hopes to catch all the people in the group. It will not arouse the suspicion of the official Beyonders. Janna herself has ideas and tendencies in this regard, and does not need Lumian to encourage her separately, just remind her. At that time, if the "Purifiers" have anything that is inconvenient for them to do, they can hint to Janna and her friends to do it by revealing intelligence, which will definitely provide useful information for Anthony Reid's investigation. Anthony Reid's deep brown eyes reflected Lumian's figure and he listened to his words quietly. The intelligence dealer nodded imperceptibly: "I'll stay a while longer." It’s so easy to communicate with Beyonders of the Audience Path. I don’t need to make up stories or find reasons to convince him. He can judge by himself whether what I say is true or false... Lumian smiled and pointed to the bedside: "sit down." This way, he wouldn't have to reveal Janna's true identity and the fact that she had become an informant for the Purifiers. Anthony Reid stood by the door without moving, and said to himself: "You have almost guessed what happened to me. Is there anything else you want me to add?" "I want to hear a more detailed version." Lumian said bluntly. After experiencing the Sting Gang, the Bliss Society, the disaster in Cordu Village, the death of the Ruelmichel couple, the explosion of the Goodville Chemical Plant and other events, he became extremely disgusted with those evil gods and their followers and was no longer as indifferent as before. Originally, he thought that it was none of his business what other people believed in. But now he has completely changed his view and believes that the dead believers of evil gods are the good believers. Otherwise, he and the people around him would be brought disaster at any time. Therefore, he was not deceiving Anthony Reid just now. He really planned to investigate the matter of Hugues Artois when he had free time and catch more believers of the evil god. And it would also please Mr. K and the Aurora Society.

Of course, it does sound strange that a wanted gang leader is helping the authorities crack down on cultists. Anthony Reid's expression darkened a little. "At the end of the war with the Kingdom of Loen, my comrades and I were stationed at a key transportation route at the northern foot of the Honachis Mountains. Our commander was none other than Major Hugues Artois. "We are divided into three companies, each occupying a different location. We are preventing the Beyonder team from the Kingdom of Loen from crossing the dangerous road and going around behind us, while also resisting attacks from the front. "That night, I was awakened by the sudden sound of gunfire and artillery fire while sleeping. I saw my comrades being attacked from the rear one by one and turned into corpses. I saw their heads shattered, their bodies torn apart, and large patches of blood on the ground..." At this point, Anthony Reid began to breathe heavily, as if he was recalling the stimulation he had felt at that time. He paused for a few seconds before saying: "I had some adventures in the middle of that war, which improved my sequence. I didn't report it to Hugues Artois, and with the corresponding abilities, I led four injured comrades to break through the encirclement and evacuate to the rear. “Two of them were left forever on the mountain road of retreat due to serious injuries. I still remember their eyes filled with pain and unwillingness. "I originally thought that one of the other two positions had been breached, or that a Loen airship had dropped troops behind us at night, but later I discovered that the reason was that the company led by Hugues Artois retreated on their own initiative after encountering a tentative attack without notifying us!" Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Hugues Artois ordered a retreat. Didn't the soldiers of that company have any doubts? Didn't they ask to notify their comrades in the other two positions?" "Hugues Artois is our leader. He is always good at public speaking. Moreover, he even pretended to have a warrant from General Philippe," Anthony Reed said with a hint of pain. "At that time, the soldiers of that company thought he had given orders to the other two positions. I still don't understand why Hugues Artois wanted to sacrifice us when they were not under pressure from being pursued. Firing off a signal flare would not waste his time or bring him any harm." "Maybe he was just too nervous and forgot about it." Lumian had no intention of defending the dead man Hugues Artois, he simply pointed out a possibility. Anthony Reid shook his head: "He is not a new soldier on the battlefield. He has commanded well in previous battles and has been tested by adversity." Lumian did not speculate any further, and watched Anthony Reid continue to narrate: "After discovering the truth, I and two other comrades have been accusing Hugues Artois to the gendarmerie and the military court, but it has no effect. They only told us that we cannot use imagination to replace evidence. "The three of us watched as Hugues Artois entered politics after the war and rose through the ranks. "My other two comrades were already in poor health and died one after another in such anger and pain. That's when G. Artois announced that he would run for the Market District MP election on behalf of the Enlightenment Party. I came here." Lumian nodded slightly and asked: "The intelligence dealer is what you use to hide your identity?" "No, I have been relying on selling intelligence to make a living in the past few years." Anthony Reid laughed at himself, "Besides, this identity will also help me investigate Hugues Artois." “Did you gain anything?” Lumian asked very naturally. Anthony Reid replied gloomily: "Hugues Artois' political career seems normal. He followed General Philip into politics and was promoted by him. Later, because of his excellent speaking skills, he was appreciated by several senior members of the Enlightenment Party. At the same time, he also established connections with several former noble families in specific affairs and had his own network of contacts." "Is there a problem with General Philip?" Lumian asked bluntly. Anthony Reid exhaled slowly and said: "Before I even started investigating the general, he died, and it was announced that he died of illness." Lumian asked a few more questions and then said: "I'll communicate with you again once I get more information." "Okay." Anthony Reid could see his sincerity. …………

After leaving the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian returned to the safe house on White Coat Street, opened the metal cabinet, and took out the thick data on spiritual creatures. There was a notebook inside, titled "Observations in the Spirit World". Lumian only flipped through two pages when he began to feel an abnormal sensation of dizziness, irritability and anxiety. His current goal was not to understand the spirit world, but to find suitable spirit creatures, so he closed his notes and focused on reading the introductions to different spirit creatures. For some reason, after only watching for half an hour, Lumian felt that he was overly exhausted and his head was a little empty, so he had to end it early, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. Early the next morning, Lumian arrived at Apartment 3, 601 White Coat Street, and rang the doorbell. Franca had already gotten up and changed into her usual shirt and breeches. She looked at Lumian and said: "What are you doing here so early?" Lumian glanced at Janna in the living room and said with a smile: "Didn't they say that Jana would be promoted to 'Instigator' today? Let me take a look." Franka frowned and muttered: "You really care about her." "Of course." Lumian replied with a bright smile, "Now that she has become the 'instigator', she is qualified to help me deal with Guillaume Bene. Although I can't rely on her in a head-on battle, she can still make a sneak attack, scout the surrounding environment, and guard against possible accidents." Janna snorted in disdain, while Franca said with an angry and amused tone: "Your mouth is like honey." “The digested kind?” Lumian was very self-aware. (End of this chapter)