Chapter: 701

Franka didn't mind at all, and said with a smile: "Anyway, my question will have to wait until Mr. Fool wakes up. By then, the demigod must be more qualified to get the Major Arcana card than other members."

Speaking of this, she looked at Lumian and said: "Besides us, there are four more active Minor Arcana cards in Trier, and there are twenty-three cards in the whole world, but it may be less, because many Extraordinary people will He thought that throwing Tarot cards at the scene of the incident was a cool thing, and intentionally imitated it, or used it to divert the direction of the official Extraordinary investigation. In Trier, the most famous card is the Knight of Swords card. At the beginning of the year, he detonated They found a warehouse belonging to the Southern Continent terrorist organization [Rose School of Thought], where a large amount of explosives were hidden, and there were still some non-human body remains at the scene."

After listening carefully, Lumian had a certain understanding of Franka's narration, the Tarot Society, the Major Arcana and the Minor Arcana.

He thought for a while and asked, "Was there a occult gathering before the Minor Arcana?"

"No."

Franka shook her head again, "Unless we meet in reality like we do, we can only communicate through our respective major arcana cards. Well, there are regular gatherings between the major arcana cards, in Mister Fool's Kingdom of God, but Ms. Judgment once mentioned that if there is really an urgent need, with the help of our own major arcana cards, we can communicate in a way that transcends the distance of reality, but this is not a routine matter."

Lumian was fine, and after chatting for a few more words, he heard Jenna's footsteps going up the stairs, and he stood up immediately, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" Franka asked a little puzzled.

At this point in time, the Breeze Ballroom is fine, so it's better to stay and play the Evil Fighting Card invented by Emperor Roselle.

Lumian smiled complicatedly: "Go to the Catacombs."

The ashes of the lunatic Flamand and the Ruhr couple will finally be sent to the catacombs for burial.

Outside the Police Headquarters in the market area, Lumian, who had simply disguised himself with [Peeping Glasses], boarded the carriage that depicted vetiver irises.

Two ordinary police officers in black uniforms sat side by side, with three dark urns in front of their feet, on which the names of the deceased were written in flashing fluorescent ink.

When Lumian sat across from him, the carriage belonging to the Police Headquarters drove slowly. The older police officer asked curiously, "What is your relationship with them? Why did you have to go to the funeral?"

He remembered that among the three deceased, two had no relatives or friends, and one had many non-direct relatives alive, but when he heard the name Flemish, he was very frightened.

Lumian replied flatly, "I'm their landlord."

"It's just the landlord." The older police officer obviously didn't believe it.

"Officer, the landlord is also a human being and has feelings."

Lumian responded with a smile: "I either drank with them a few times, or chatted often, and helped them send their ashes to the catacombs. It's not a troublesome thing."

The younger police officer looked out the window, assuming that he was unwilling to chat, while the older police officer had a very familiar demeanor.

"You are as young as you look. Since you are working as a hotel or apartment in the market area, you must remember not to have any feelings for the tenants. Otherwise, you will be cheated or sad. After a few more visits, you will no longer have enthusiasm for others."

After Lumian made a few perfunctory remarks, the police officer asked: "Flemish still has relics with us, and his relatives are unwilling to claim them. Do you want to take them? If not, we will deal with them ourselves."

"I'll go take a look when I get back from the catacombs."

Lumian didn't pay too much attention to this matter. On the way from the market area to Purgatory Square in the Observatory area, the older policeman kept chatting with someone, either pulling Lumian to communicate, or trying to disturb his colleagues, without stopping for a moment.

After finally arriving at the destination, holding Ruhr's ashes, and getting out of the carriage, with Lumian's talkativeness, he felt that his ears were finally rested.

The tomb keeper who was in charge of receiving them was someone Lumian had met before. He was in his thirties, with a medium build, slightly curly hair, a bushy beard, and slightly upturned eyes. He was wearing yellow trousers, a white shirt, and a blue vest.

"Kendall, why is it you again?" The older police officer greeted with a smile.

Holding the unlit calcium carbide lamp, Kendall responded with a smile: "Robert, I heard that you are coming, so I made other arrangements and wait for you here."

As the tomb keeper said, he looked at Lumian and emphasized, "Did you forget to prepare the white candle?"

"Forget everything else, and don't forget this."