Jenna observed Rabbit Chasel, who increasingly resembled Gehrman Sparrow, and carefully asked, āWhat do you need this time?ā
One of the later volumes of The Great Adventurer? Or something else?
Luckily, few people knew about her messenger, and Rabbit Chasel didnāt deliver messages frequently. Otherwise, Jenna would have to consider providing different knowledge.
Rabbit Chasel lowered its paw holding the revolver and said in a thoughtful tone, āGet me a pair of boxing gloves that a rabbit can wear.ā
What kind of request is that? Lumian said with a chuckle, āI donāt remember Gehrman Sparrow ever wearing boxing gloves.ā
This imitation doesnāt quite fit the persona!
āTrue, but Gehrman Sparrow has Blazing Danitz. I need my own Danitz. I want to develop one in our community,ā Rabbit Chasel explained earnestly. āDanitz uses boxing gloves.ā
For a moment, Franca, Jenna, and Lumian didnāt know how to respond.
After several seconds, Jenna nodded and said, āIāll have a pair custom-made for you. Mm, normal Rabbit of Knowledge size, not your size?ā
āThatās right.ā Rabbit Chasel raised its right hand, blew on the small revolverās muzzle, satisfied.
Butā¦ this gesture isnāt fitting for the current sceneā¦ Franca noticed that Rabbit Chasel was still an immature Rabbit of Knowledge, mimicking and repeating much without truly mastering it.
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In the darkness of Banamo Port, only a few street lamps with candles flickered. Pirates gathered in bars, drinking heavily or going upstairs with women, enjoying pleasures unavailable at sea.
With the Newins gone and the unknown adventurer disappeared, the pirates gradually put the incident behind them. After all, everyone felt embarrassed; no one would ridicule another.
As pirates, they knew they might die in a storm, during a robbery, or in a mutiny on their next voyage. Dwelling on past problems was meaningless; indulging in the present was the only option.
Of course, they also talked about the unknown adventurerās strength and what had happened inside the Newins, wondering why Admiral Deep Sea fled in such a hurry.
āI think that adventurer was waiting for Admiral Deep Sea!ā
āDoes he want to recreate Gehrman Sparrowās great feats?ā
āPui! Son of a bitch. What great feats? Weāre pirates!ā
āHe succeeded but didnāt completely succeed? He defeated Admiral Deep Sea but let him escape?ā
āIs he close to the power of the Kings?ā
āWhatās happening on the sea? Every so often, a powerful adventurer appears! There was that Louis Berry before, too.ā
āā¦ā
Disguised as a non-pirate, Mason mingled in several bars, listening to the pirates discuss recent events, hoping theyād start a fight.
On his way to the next bar, Mason turned into a quieter alley and saw a figure standing ahead, seemingly waiting for him.
The figure had black hair and blue eyes, with sharp features and a handsome face. It was the same unknown adventurer who had challenged all the pirates in Banamo Port and forced Admiral Deep Sea to flee.
Mason suddenly heard his heart pounding and blurted out, āIām not a pirate!ā
Lumian strolled forward and smiled. āI have a task for you.ā
Hearing this, Mason relaxed a bit and carefully said, āWhat can I do for you? Iām not sure if my abilities can meet your needs.ā
He feared that while completing the task might be easy, the aftermath could be problematic-pirates might hack him to pieces once the adventurer left.
Lumian said bluntly, āItās a simple and secret task. Keep an eye on Banamo Port. As soon as the Newins returns or you spot Great Shark Jƶrg and his men, summon my messenger immediately.ā
Hearing āmessenger,ā Mason was suddenly struck by a thought.
He remembered his last task: summoning a terrifying messenger through a ritual!
Unable to control his expression, Mason asked in slight terror, āAre you Lumian Lee, sir?ā
The master of that terrifying messenger?
āPerceptive,ā Lumian replied, not too sincerely.
Mason connected the recent events in his mind: Was the reaI purpose of that task to bring Lumian Lee to Banamo Port?
And Lumian Leeās goal was to deal with Admiral Deep Sea, Howl Constantine, for the Lost Newins?
My spiritual intuition was partly correct; the ritual indeed brought something bad to Banamo Port, though it didnāt turn into a catastropheā¦
Lumian continued, āThe payment is 5000 verl dāor.ā
The task is indeed simple, and I likely wouldnāt be discovered by the pirates. The reward is generousā¦ If I refused, knowing the task details might bring troubleā¦ After weighing it for over ten seconds, Mason said, āNo problem, I think I can handle this task.ā
Lumian nodded slightly, paid a 1000-verl dāor deposit, and turned to leave the quiet alley.
Watching Lumianās figure disappear into the darkness, Mason silently repeated his name, āLumian Lee, Lumian Leeā¦ā
Mason finally remembered where he had heard the name: on a wanted poster aboard a ship!
The poster described Lumian Lee as a survivor of a sacrificial ritual to an evil god that destroyed a village, severely corrupted by the evil god.
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In Trier, in the prison district, at the Rois Comprehensive Execution Ground.
Returning to Trier for two days, Franca, feeling ready for the Demoness of Affliction advancement ritual, decided to proceed.
007ās lead on the Mirror People came from an ore scholar of the Trier Cave Association. The Purifiers had planned to investigate all the associationās ore scholars, but one had mysteriously disappeared before they could visit. Recently, someone had seen her in Underground Trier, suspected to be Palia, a Mirror Person.
Franca looked at the stake and sighed sincerely, āWhen I became a witch, I wondered if Iād end up burned at the stake. Who knew, I have to tie myself up here.ā
As she spoke, she took out the brown-red wooden suitcase given by Demoness of Black Clarice from the Travelerās Bag and unlocked the metal clasp.
Next, she retrieved a red wine glass, crushed the crystalline ice containing potion ingredients, and poured in Flower-Faced Bat blood and human blood from a seriously ill person. Both were dark red, and when combined, they turned almost black.
She then added the Flower-Faced Batās head, a Two-Tailed Black Snakeās gallbladder and tail tip, and ten drops of Enfinitas Eucalyptus essential oil.
As the ingredients were added, the dark red blood in the glass turned pitch black, with occasional nauseating green bubbles.
āItās like a cup of untreated sewage,ā Lumian commented honestly.
āDammit! Shut up!ā Franca grew more disgusted as she looked at the Demoness of Affliction potion.
She handed the potion to Lumian and lightly jumped onto the stake, tying herself up with Jennaās help.
During this, Franca muttered, āDamn, this feels so weirdā¦ā
She adjusted her mindset for several seconds and nodded to Lumian, āIām ready.ā
Lumian handed the potion to Jenna and extended his right palm.
A ball of crimson-white flames flew out, landing on Franca, who immediately felt pain. Her body instinctively wanted to dodge and contract, but the ropes held her firmly.
Jenna quickly jumped to her side, one hand holding the ropes and the other bringing the potion to her mouth.
Franca forced herself to gulp down the pathogen-like dark-green potion.
Whether from the flames or the potion, her head quickly grew hot, and her mind became fuzzy from the heat.
She involuntarily recalled past pleasures, including her own experiences and the feedback from her partners.
At that moment, Franca was both the giver and receiver of pleasure, drowning in it from body to soul, almost dissolving like spring water.
Her thoughts drifted, her will sank, and her self was lost in various intense pleasures.
However, the pain accompanying those pleasures kept her slightly conscious. It was the mental resistance and spiritual conflict with Gardner Martin, the emotional gap with Jenna, as if they could never truly unite body and soulā¦
The extreme pain from the burning flames on her body was like invisible threads pulling her self and consciousness, making her sway like a kite in a storm, not completely out of control.
Swaying, Franca instinctively cursed in her mind:
Damn, it hurts so much!
This ritual is trying to kill me, isnāt it?
Cough, cough, hot smoke in my throat and lungs, so uncomfortable. Am I dyingā¦
Dammit, I can say I smell good now, like food, the scent of roasted meatā¦
Lumian, Jenna, and Anthony stood before the stake, watching Francaās body gradually turn black and her expression twist beyond beauty.
Even Lugano, ready to provide medical help, felt a bit heated, their minds wandering with certain thoughts and urges.
Facing this horrifying scene, they had inappropriate desires.
Fortunately, it wasnāt severe and was bearable.
After several more seconds, the crimson flames on Francaās body turned pitch black, then into crystalline ice shards, falling off in pieces.
The shards took the charred skin with them, revealing Francaās new, tender, and glistening skin underneath.
Even with his Asceticās endurance, Lumian instinctively looked away.