Chapter 462 The Price of Gift After Franca and Janna, who were sitting beside the bed, finished speaking, the room fell silent and the atmosphere was quite solemn. After a few seconds, Lumian smiled self-deprecatingly: "At least the monks in Deep Valley Monastery were sneaky when they did the bad things, which shows that they still have concerns. It shows that the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery is not a whole problem. There are still a large number of clergy, or even the vast majority of clergy, who are normal." "I think so too." Anthony Reid raised his hand and drew a triangle on his chest. Lumian continued: "Things have developed to this point, and our small team is no longer able to participate. It is best to let the Purifier and the Mechanical Heart handle the problems of Deep Valley Monastery." What he didn't mention was that the Tarot Club had to watch secretly. After all, no one knew how many hidden dangers there were within the two major churches that had not yet erupted. What if they were triggered in advance and the opportunity to investigate the problems of the Deep Valley Monastery was delayed? "Okay." Franka agreed. She had such a plan herself. After confirming the plan, Franka and Janna left the Golden Rooster Hotel and returned to White Coat Street.

Lumian opened the curtains, looked at the red moon in the sky, and casually said to Anthony Reid who was about to walk to the door: "Your best option now is to go to the Suchit steam train station as soon as you get up tomorrow and buy a ticket leaving Trier. The closer the better." Anthony, who was wearing a military green camouflage uniform, stopped and slowly turned around to look at Lumian's back: "Ok?" Lumian poured a glass of light beer to serve as water, took a sip, and still looked out the window, saying: "During this time, you have learned a lot from us. You should be able to see that Trier has big hidden problems and the disaster that is about to erupt will be very serious. If you don't leave in time, you may never be able to leave. "As for revenge and finding Philip who faked his death, you can wait until the disaster is over. No one stipulates that you can't return to Trier once you leave." Anthony Reid was silent for a few seconds, then slowly walked to Lumian's side, also looking at the night sky outside and said: "Why don't you leave?" Lumian smiled and said: "Aren't you a 'spectator'? Don't you see that we all have a mission to accomplish? How can we just leave Trier whenever we want?" Anthony tilted his head and stared at Lumian's face and eyes, not saying anything for a long time. Lumian held the light beer in his hand, his eyes still looking out the window, his gaze was empty and his focus was very blurred. After a while, he sneered: "Besides, I have the ability to survive a disaster like that, and I can protect Franca and Janna, but I can only protect two people. Do you think you can compare to a beautiful woman who has a deeper relationship with me?" His "protection" meant taking Franca and Janna and "teleporting" them to the Church of Fools at Lavinia Pier. Anthony didn't respond and looked out at the dark sky again. He slowly took out a box of cigarettes from his clothes, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a match. After taking a few deep breaths and exhaling white smoke, the "psychologist" muttered to himself: "I was born and raised on the west coast of the Sea of ​​​​Interval. There are many industrial cities there, and it is a place where the believers of the 'God of Steam and Machinery' are more than the believers of the 'Eternal Blazing Sun'. "The winds in the sea are very strong. The summer is not very hot, but it is very humid. In the winter, it snows and everything is white. The surrounding areas are either heavily forested or have been ravaged by coal and iron mining. "After I became a Beyonder, my biggest dream is to retire safely, save some money, buy a piece of land next to the forest in my hometown, hire a few people to help me farm, and in my free time, secretly go hunting in the forest, go to the beach to enjoy the breeze, or go fishing. Haha, you may not know that the fish in the sea are not edible. There is heavy industrial pollution. Unless there is really no other way, the locals will not touch them."

At this point, Anthony Reid's voice lowered a little: "If I were to go back to the west coast of the Yangtze River, back to my hometown, I might never be able to enjoy that kind of life. It's not a matter of money, it requires a relaxed attitude. "I still have nightmares about our camp being attacked and corpses everywhere. Every time I hear my heart beating violently, I can imagine that if I leave tomorrow and see the news and pictures about the Trier disaster in the newspaper, I will definitely have a similar nightmare. I will dream that Trier is burning in flames and there are corpses everywhere. "That time, I ran away in panic. This time, I don't want to do that again." Anthony Reid started smoking again. Before Lumian could taunt him, he added: "I know very well that there is a limit to what I can do, and that all this has nothing to do with me, but I have been in Trier for several years, and I know many informants, neighbors, and children who would exchange some information with me for candy or Cope. I don't want to hear about their deaths in a few days, and see their painful faces as soon as I close my eyes. "I will do my best to cooperate with you and work hard to do something until there is really no other way, and then consider evacuating. "You don't need to understand that this could be a paranoid decision made by a patient with serious psychological problems." Lumian laughed and said: "It's like everyone has psychological problems." Before I completed treatment, my psychological problems were much more serious than yours! Anthony Reid smiled a little: "So, you chose to stay, didn't you?" He turned around, smoked the short cigarette left, and left room 207. Lumian admired the night view of Trier, listened to the never-changing late-night noise in the streets, and drank up the light beer in his glass. He then sat down, drew the curtains, and began to write to Ms. Magician: "There are new clues... “There are three lines of investigation now: “One is Deep Valley Abbey and the Convent of the Sacred Heart; "Second, I used the possible close connection between myself and the 'Inn' to go underground and to the river where Jana met the monk. I walked forward purely on instinct to see if I could walk directly to the 'Inn'. "Third, attack Gardner Martin. Since the Iron Cross is cooperating with the Carbonari, and the Carbonari have some connection with the Deep Valley Monastery, they may be in the same group and know something." After sending the letter, Lumian paced back and forth in the room, feeling a little worried, irritated, and slightly excited. Soon, the "magician" responded: "We will be responsible for the first direction. I didn't mention the second direction just now because it would be very dangerous for you. In addition, Gabriel's warning to you has obviously been noticed. The people in the 'hostel' will definitely be on guard against problems in this regard. "You can try the third direction, but you need to be prepared before you take action against Gardner Martin." Silently, a red flame emerged and ignited the paper in Lumian's hand. He planned to take a quick nap to recover his mental state, and then discuss the action plan with Franca, Janna and Anthony in the morning. ………… 3 White Coat Street, Apartment 601. Franka did not change into her cotton pajamas and pants, and was still dressed for going out. Seeing her walking back and forth, Janna asked in confusion: "What's troubling you?"

Franka sighed and said: "I plan to go find Gardner now. Although Charles didn't mention it just now, I can feel that he will suggest dealing with Gardner in the next two days. This is an obvious breakthrough. Hey, I have to hurry up and digest more joy." Jenna looked at Franca's profile, pursed her lips, and changed the subject: "You have many lovers, don't you? Gardner Martin is missing, but there are others." Franka couldn't help but clear her throat and laughed dryly: "It's long gone, long gone. My current lovers are Gardner and his lovers." Janna laughed and said jokingly: "Without Gardner Martin, we can look for Charles." "No, no!" Franca waved her hands repeatedly, "I can't get over this psychological barrier." She said as she walked towards the door: "I went to Fountain Street." Janna restrained her smile and solemnly reminded: "Don't show any abnormality later." "I understand." Franka's expression was serious. "I won't let Gardner feel that I am doing hospice care." After saying that, she opened the door and walked out. Watching her back disappear as the door closed, Janna sighed softly. She then cast her eyes towards the off-white cloth bag on the coffee table and muttered silently: "I wonder when I can meet Will and give him this bag..." ………… In the middle of the night, Janna suddenly woke up from her dream. She dreamed of Will, somewhere underground in a quarry. Although this was just a dream, Janna knew clearly which underground area it corresponded to and how to get there. Janna nodded slowly with understanding, changed into the female mercenary outfit she had worn before, carried the gray-white cloth bag, left Apartment 601, and entered the underground through the entrance on White Coat Street. She followed the revelation of the dream and the guidance of the spirit, sometimes going down, sometimes turning, and sometimes squeezing through gaps, and finally she saw the empty quarry in her dream. In the center of the mine, Will, dressed the same as during the day, holding an orange pumpkin lantern, was waiting not too happily, like a student who had finally escaped to play and was caught by his parents and teachers. "Is this what you want?" Janna handed over a gray cloth bag filled with various colors of paint and several paintbrushes. After Will received it, he did not open the bag, but directly took out the item called the lucky gold coin, and said with a sigh: “This is your reward. “This is your luck and your bad luck, which means you will experience a lot and will also bear some important responsibilities. "You may not understand it now, but one day in the future, you will understand it." Ever since the market area was brought into disaster by the evil god believers, I have no way to retreat... Only by moving forward in this dangerous world of mysticism can I protect the people I want to protect... Janna muttered a few words silently, took the Loen gold pound, flipped through it for a few seconds and said:

“How do I use it?” "Just take it with you." Will waved his hand and disappeared into the depths of the quarry with his pumpkin lantern. Janna collected the lucky gold coin and returned to the ground, but was shocked to find that she could not remember the way she came. She had just arrived here following spiritual guidance, but now she was completely awake and no longer had that feeling. As a last resort, Janna had to find the way on her own, and the general principle was "upwards". After walking for a while, she suddenly felt the ground shaking violently, as if a huge explosion had occurred in the distance. Earthquake, or some other anomaly? Janna frowned slightly and quickened her pace to find the way up. Just as she turned around the rock wall in front of her, her feet suddenly felt empty. The ground there had already sunk, and now it completely collapsed. Amid the loud crashing sounds, Janna couldn't stop herself and fell deeper into the ground as the ground collapsed. She quickly adjusted her body and used her "Assassin" ability to make herself like a feather, floating down lightly. (End of this chapter)