Chapter: 697

"Yes," the magician nodded lightly and said, "But that requires the other party to have enough kindness. When you reach a certain stage, I will also tell you my name. Well, you hold the honorable name of Mr. Fool, but if It is difficult to get an effective response by reciting without a ceremony, and may even encounter bad influences. This is because Mister Fool is fighting against an ancient god, which is related to the ending of all of us and whether this world will Can survive the end."

Mister Fool, the abbreviation of that great existence is The Fool, and it really is a secret organization code-named by Tarot cards.

When Lumian heard The Fool before, he would automatically think of the Tarot cards that appeared every day, rather than the Fool in his honorable name, which was more like a description.

Ms. "Magician" did not continue this topic, and glanced at the tree trunk in Lumian's hand, "This is a good thing, it cannot be damaged by attacks that do not possess divine nature, and after hitting the target, it may also arouse some kind of desire in him." , if you reap the Extraordinary characteristics that can match it, you may find a way to ask a saint-level craftsman to combine them and make a magical item. You can't keep it with you, otherwise your various desires will gradually get out of control. For Extraordinary people who take potions, this is very dangerous."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Magician turned her head slightly, as if she was listening to something, and said to Lumian, "Let's come here today."

In the next second, Lumian's eyes appeared in front of Lumian's eyes again with the dense color blocks mixed together and the transparent creatures whose shapes could not be described.

Another second, and he saw a chaotic street full of cracks.

The Magician" lady had disappeared before his eyes.

Lumian froze for a moment, and quickly put on the clothes and pants in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Franka not far away smiling at the same time.

They haven't had time to communicate, the feeling of being in the same secret organization. I saw Jenna jumping out of the shadows in the alley, wearing a gray-blue dress.

Lumian and Franka became vigilant like a conditioned reflex, and each raised their defenses.

Jian Na clutched the wound on her ribs and shouted joyfully, "Fuck, you're all fine."

"It seems to be true."

Franka grunted, went up to meet her, and asked with concern, "Why are you injured?"

Jian Na looked around nervously, and said in a low voice, "I assassinated Hugues Artois and was shot."

"Damn, you succeeded and escaped."

Franka was shocked. She felt that she couldn't even do this. This is called a real assassin.

Seeing that there were already a few people coming and going in the chaotic street, Lumi interrupted Jenna's words.

"I'll talk about it at the Golden Rooster Hotel, and then I'll take out the bullet for you and treat your injury."

"I still have half a bottle of healing potion."

Franke happily added.

She supported Jenna and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel along the shadow of the road.

When they were about to reach their destination, they met Anthony Reid, an intelligence dealer.

Lumian laughed and said mockingly, "I thought you escaped."

"I still have a few things to do in the market area."

Anthony Reid answered Hanhu.

The four of them walked a few more steps and saw the beige five-story building.

The Golden Rooster Hotel is leaning a bit more than before, with some cracks on the surface of the walls, and vines and branches that have begun to wither are crawling.

Because the surplus and the tenants have not returned it reveals an indescribably dilapidated and dead silence.