Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 115

Franka also looked at No. 126 Market Avenue and said: "No matter whether it is Roger the Black Scorpion, Bald Haman, or Castina the short-legged candlestick, they have never come out."

"Very cautious." Lumian commented objectively. Franka sneered and said: "I would be so cautious. As long as I endure until tomorrow night, I can reverse the situation and win. How many times would I have to think too hard before running outside? Even if someone tied up Gardner, he would be at the door. Even if I chop off his hands and feet one by one, I won't come out." This example is not convincing... Lumian asked back: "What if it was not Gardner who was kidnapped, but Jenna ?"

 Franka fell into silence. feel

The "Provocateur" potion was digested a little more. Lumian, who was almost finished, did not continue the topic and asked instead: "What else was observed?" Regarding how to conduct a surprise attack

"Black Scorpion" Roger and others, he and Franka have no specific plans yet, only a few rough ideas, and are currently in the stage of pre-investigation and preparation.

Franka thought back for a few seconds and said: "There is a person from the Stinger Gang who goes back and forth between the election committee and here from time to time, as if he is reporting the real-time voting situation to Roger Black Scorpion." She paused and sketched The corner of his mouth curled up: "This can be used." At the same time, Lumian laughed: "Isn't this just sleepiness meeting the pillow?

"Being concerned about politics is indeed a very dangerous thing." Franka tilted her head amusedly and glanced at Lumian: "Your sister has taught you a lot of slang from her hometown.

"What are you going to do?" Lumian was silent for two seconds and said, "If I were an 'actor', the problem would be very simple, but at least I still have those glasses." Franka nodded with satisfaction: "This operation is both Raid is also assassination. The importance of assassination should be placed above raid. Only in this way can we avoid the warlock's home advantage to the greatest extent." The two discussed briefly and moved to a location farther away from No. 126 Market Avenue, but close to it. In a shadow of the district's parliamentary election committee, we waited patiently.

Today's voting has come to an end. The election committee staff are working overtime to count the votes and issue real-time results. Reporters from countless newspapers are squatting there, hoping to get first-hand data.

If things go better than expected, Yuge. Artois will be able to get more than half of the votes of registered voters tonight to declare himself elected.

Time passed by, and the night became darker and darker. Suddenly, Franka patted Lumian, pointed at a figure leaving the election committee quickly and said, "That's the Stinger Gang." The figure was in his late thirties, with black hair and brown eyes, and a long face. Wearing a blue and white striped shirt, a light brown jacket, and a thick gold necklace.

Lumian nodded lightly, left the hiding place, and walked towards the man in a pretended hurry. He lowered his dark peaked cap, covering his distinctive blond hair with black hair.

The member of the Sting Gang saw someone coming towards them and cautiously changed their route. At this time, Lumian took a step diagonally in front of him, and greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, how are you doing in the Stinger Gang?" The man was startled for a moment, and with the help of the light from the gas street lamp , observing Lumian’s face.

Lumian seized this opportunity, suddenly moved closer, pressed his right hand on the other person's neck, and hugged him into his arms.

At the same time, Lumian pushed the metal vial with his left hand and brought it close to the target's nose.

He had already unscrewed the cap, but kept pressing the mouth of the bottle with his fingers to slow down the leakage of gas inside.

The member of the Stinger Gang struggled wildly, but his mouth and nose were covered by Lumian's palm, making him unable to make a sound. His fists and feet were either easily neutralized, or his neck was pressed hard, and his back was suppressed by his elbow. , his head was buried in the opponent's hand, and he leaned against his chest. It was difficult to hit the enemy's vital points in a hurry, but Lumian endured it forcefully.

After a few seconds, the man's struggle began to weaken. Several passers-by looked at him with emotion in their eyes for a few seconds, and then walked away unusually.

After a few more seconds, the man in Lumian's arms completely lost consciousness. As he set up

The "drunk" companion once again blocked the mouth of the bottle with his finger. When they arrived at the uninhabited alley separated by the barricades, Lumian dropped the target on the ground and screwed the cap on the metal vial.

"You are so reckless." Franka walked out of the shadows next to her.

"This is the case in Trier. If it had been anywhere else, people would have asked loudly."

"That's why I did this in Trier." Lumian knelt down, took off the Stinger Gang member's clothes and necklace, and tied his hands and feet behind his back with the ropes he carried.

After doing this, he first fed the other party a little

"Veritaserum" before using occult smelling salts to wake him up. The sneeze sounded three times in a row, and the Sting Gang member opened his eyes and blurted out in horror: "Who are you? What are you doing?" Lumian took off the peaked cap on his head, squatted in front of the target, and smiled. Then he asked, "Can't you recognize who I am?" With the help of the crimson moonlight, the Sting Gang member saw golden-black hair and a somewhat familiar face.

His teeth suddenly chattered: "Xia, Xiaer."

"I have something to ask you. If you don't answer or lie to me, you know what will happen." Lumian said with a smile.

His reputation as cold, cruel, and crazy was very loud within the Stinger Gang. The man was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat: "I said, I said." Lumian asked without changing his expression: "What did you just say? Where are you going?"

"Go to the old man's house and report to him the results of the election, Hugues. Mr. Artois has received nearly half of the votes, only a little bit..." The man not only answered Lumian's question Questions, and a bunch of extra stuff.

Lumian nodded with satisfaction and asked in detail how many times the Sting Gang member had reported to him before.

The details of Roger "Black Scorpion"'s report. This includes his attitude towards his servants, his attitude towards

"Black Scorpion" Roger's name, standing position and tone of voice, etc. After carefully remembering this, Lumian once again used the drug to make the Sting Gang member unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, he changed into the other party's clothes and took out

"Secret Peeping Glasses", placed on the bridge of the nose. This time, he still saw the underground with lots of rats, insects, and snakes, but there was also a gloomy and dark charred building and a molded face pasted behind a glass window of that house.

That face had a pair of unusually hollow eyes. Lumian's spirit was temporarily confused, and he frowned and took off the

"Secret Peeping Glasses" took out a bunch of cosmetics. He used the crimson moonlight and the small torch in Franka's hand to illuminate him, and used the makeup mirror carried by his companion to smear various things on his face.

After about ten minutes, his face became elongated and gradually took on the appearance of the Stinger Gang member.

His makeup skills are not enough to allow him to truly restore the other party's appearance, but

The "Secret Peeping Glasses" have the effect of making everyone who sees the face believe that he is the guy named Arsay.

Snapped! Lumian closed the makeup mirror, not daring to look at himself again. While Franka took back her belongings, she asked Lumian to turn his back to her.

She was afraid that she would also mistake her companions for members of the Stinger Gang, which would affect subsequent cooperation. After examining Lumian's hair color, she took out the camouflage props she got from Rentas: "Hair color and child color are the biggest loopholes. Use this thing to dye all your hair black first, and then wear it." Put on these brown contact lenses.

"Damn, everything is possible in the field of occultism. With the technology of this era, 'actors' can actually make 'Beautiful Child'. Although the nature of the materials is different and there is no effect of changing eyesight, it can indeed be used. Come and pretend to be a child, otherwise Rentas can't pretend to be Ev or you. It's not scientific, but it's very mysterious." Lumian didn't pay attention to Franka's nonsense at the end, and he could use special Occult hair dye that washes away with potion.

Under the guidance of the other party, all the golden and black hair was turned back to pure black. After he put on his pair of brown contact lenses, Franca took the time to discuss the details of the next raid with him.

The two of them quickly came up with a general idea, but did not elaborate further. First, there was not enough time, and second, there might be many unexpected situations at the scene. They could not enumerate them all, so they could only focus on the general direction and main ideas. Under the premise of not changing, adapt to changes.

At this time, Franka took out a coin bag. It is a fist-sized gray-white cloth bag filled with gold, silver, or copper coins.

Franka put her hand into her purse, took out it for a few seconds, and took out an iron-colored ring with a thick ring and tiny spikes on the surface.

"This is one of my magical items, the Ring of Punishment." She introduced to Lumian: "It has only one function, which is to pierce the target's mental body within five meters and cause him great pain. Let him temporarily lose the consciousness of resistance. In the middle and low sequences, there are very few extraordinary abilities that can ignore other defenses and directly attack the spirit body. This is one of them." Franka paused and then said: "Wearing it for a long time will make you Become irritable, bloodthirsty, cruel and impulsive. If you use it more than three times within an hour, your personality will be alienated. If you don't wear it, once you enter the five-meter range of it, you will suffer indiscriminate mental piercing damage. The way to seal it is to put it into a pile of valuable coins made of metal." Franka is currently wearing it, so neither she nor Lumian was attacked.

She then handed him a hand-to-hand