362 Lie
Lumian hesitated briefly before touching the silver mask. He carefully opened the letter and began to read the elegant handwriting, which was quite different from Madam Magician’s.
“This is the promised reward.
“Lie:
“It allows you to truly transform your appearance, adjusting your form within a certain range, and altering your height.
“At the sa ti, it grants you the ability to use Fla Controlling and Damage Transfer like a Magician. You’ll also have an enhanced sense of danger, as well as improved balance and agility.
“It can change its appearance at will. It can beco anything you desire.
“But, when you wear it, your emotions will be amplified. You must learn to control yourself, or there will be significant problems.
“Also, rember:
“Don’t lose yourself in Lie.”
It’s actually portable without any negative effects? Lumian’s initial reaction after reading the letter wasn’t one of delight that Lie’s effects suited his needs but rather one of surprise that the mystical item’s negative effects were far weaker than he had imagined.
It only amplified one’s emotions when worn!
In other words, Lumian could store it in a bag, wallet, or any other container and carry it with him at all tis without facing any side effects.
Compared to Lie, Decency had to be ensconced in liquor, making it rather troubleso to retrieve and safeguard. Flog also exerted an influence while being carried.
With a sigh, Lumian couldn’t help but make a self-deprecating remark.
Why does it always have to be sothing that sses with my emotions?
With this combination, even Alms Monk would explode on the spot…
This combination of dark corruption from the contracted creatures, the fluctuations in desire stemming from Flog, and the “gift” bestowed by the Blood Emperor Alista Tudor was sure to wreak havoc on his emotions. When you added Lie to the mix, the equation beca sothing like 1 1 1 1>4.
Having just finished psychiatric treatnt for his past wounds and painful mories and returning to his normal state, Lumian realized that if he wanted to avoid descending into madness and losing control, he shouldn’t let Flog’s boxing gloves and Lie take effect simultaneously.
Lie is ant for the Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society gatherings. It’s for socializing; I don’t need Flog for that. And when I’m not using Lie, I have the Niese Face to replace it, Lumian thought, pondering for a mont before tossing the satchel containing the Flog boxing gloves onto the bed.
After this decision, he reached for the silver Lie mask and covered his face.
The mask began to lt, its silvery substance seeping into Lumian’s skin like rcury, completely enveloping his head.
In an instant, everything began to shift and transform. Lumian’s contours and facial features swiftly adjusted.
Before long, the silvery liquid seed to be absorbed or evaporated, and Lumian’s skin returned to normal, now even fairer than before.
Then, his body underwent a sudden change, and his white shirt strained against his bulging chest.
Lumian lowered his head and scrutinized his appearance for a few seconds before muttering to himself, There’s a limit of 10 centiters for becoming shorter or taller…
I used to be 1.76 ters tall, just 8 centiters taller than Aurore, but now I’m 1.81 ters tall. Yes, three centiters of difference shouldn’t be noticeable to ordinary people. Besides, it is quite normal for both n and won to use special shoes to appear taller…
I can even imitate voices. That’s all part of the true transformation of one’s appearance…
With his loose pants and a snug shirt, Lumian left Room 207 and entered the washroom, casting his gaze at the mirror.
A beautiful woman stared back at him in the mirror. She had long, thick blond hair, light-blue eyes, a tall, delicate nose, and red lips as bright as the morning sun.
The details of her facial features and the contours of her face continued to subtly change for dozens of seconds before settling into their final form.
Lumian gazed at the woman in the mirror, his eyes gradually softening as the corners of his mouth curled up.
After a few seconds, he chuckled and said, “Long ti no see, Aurore.”
…
Franca, returning from Rue des Fontaines, gracefully opened the door to Apartnt 601.
What she saw when she entered left her stunned—a face identical to her own.
This person had a flaxen ponytail, bright, smiling lake-colored eyes, brown eyebrows that reached her temples, and thin red lips…
Franca’s tension was palpable as she blurted out, “Who are you? Why are you impersonating ?”
The doppelganger also pointed at her and said, “Who are you? Why are you impersonating ?”
In exasperation, Franca laughed and secretly wrapped the spider silk she released around the imposter.
In an instant, crimson flas erupted, igniting the invisible threads around them.
Franca imdiately understood the truth. She pointed at the fake Franca and said, “You Six-Eared Macaque, how dare you impersonate !”
The fake Franca’s face squird as she transford back into Lumian.
His body grew taller.
After removing the Lie earring, Lumian asked curiously, “What’s a six-eared macaque?”
Franca hesitated for a mont, debating whether to keep it a secret, but then she realized that Lumian already knew everything he needed to know. There was no need to hide such trivial details.
She replied, “Back ho, there are many myths and legends for your sister and . The Six-Eared Macaque is one of them. It can hear all your secrets and beco identical to you.”
Without waiting for Lumian’s response, Franca asked excitedly, “Did you acquire a mystical item that can alter your appearance and figure?”
Lumian raised his left hand, wrapped in a few white bandages, and replied, “Can’t you see I’m injured? I accepted Madam Justice’s commission and helped her retrieve an object from the fourth level of the catacombs. This is the reward: Lie.”
As he spoke, Lumian flicked the earring-shaped mystical item with his right hand.
“Is that so?” Franca had suspected that Lumian’s visit to the catacombs was likely arranged by the Tarot Club, so she hadn’t inquired further in front of Jenna.
Curious, she asked, “What was the object?”
Lumian pondered for a mont and realized that neither Madam Magician, Madam Justice, nor Mada Hela had asked him to keep it a secret. Hence, he replied, “The spring water of the Samaritan Won’s Spring.”
“Is there really a Samaritan Won’s Spring?” Franca was astonished.
She had read Trier’s mysticism magazines and heard rumors about the Samaritan Won’s Spring. She even went to the catacombs to find the one nad by the administrators but found nothing magical.
“Yes,” Lumian confird after so thought. “It’s deep in the catacombs and has sothing to do with Fourth Epoch Trier.”
Franca’s eyes sparkled as she inquired, “Is it magical?”
Lumian glanced at her.
“It’s magical, but it’s only for Beyonders of the Corpse Collector, Warrior, and Sleepless pathways. If you want to give it a try, there’s only one outco. You’ll forget who you were and the ho you keep talking about. From then on, you’ll beco a true Trier Demoness.”
Franca shuddered and subconsciously shook her head.
“What’s the difference between that and being dead?”
She stopped asking about the Samaritan Won’s Spring and said excitedly, “Can you transform into Muggle? Let take a look.”
Lumian gazed at Franca for a few seconds before finally donning the silver-white earring again.
Soon, Aurore, clad in a white shirt, black vest, and simple pants, appeared before Franca.
“Wow!” Franca exclaid. “She’s even more beautiful than I imagined!”
“Is that the point?” Lumian asked in Aurore’s voice.
Franca smiled sheepishly.
“I’m not sure how close this is to the real Muggle, but we disguise ourselves at gatherings. This is enough.”
Lumian reverted to his original form. As he removed the Lie earring, he said,
“I’ve already written a letter to Madam Hela. She said she’ll inform about the next gathering and bring there.”
Franca averted her gaze in disappointnt.
“Then there’s no need for to worry. Yes, let tell you about the different thods of the gathering and the characteristics of the mbers of the Research Society…”
Franca’s supplentary class continued until noon.
Seeing Lumian preparing to leave, she hesitated for a mont and said, “Um, can you… can you transform into again?”
Lumian, puzzled but not refusing, frowned.
Before long, with a reference, he accurately transford into another Franca.
Franca gazed at her face, seemingly intoxicated.
Suddenly, she extended her right hand and touched Lumian’s cheek.
“Hey!” Lumian took a step back.
Franca snapped out of her daze and smiled sheepishly.
“The feeling of a real person and a mirror is indeed different. However, I feel that you’re still lacking sothing, but I can’t tell what.”
Lumian pondered for a mont and asked with a smile, “Lacking a feminine charm?”
“Maybe.” Franca exhaled and watched Lumian walk towards the door.
Just as Lumian opened the door, he heard the Demoness of Pleasure shout from behind, “Dammit, were you secretly cursing ? What feminine charm!”
…
In Salle de Bal Brise, as Lumian sat down, Sarkota approached him with a wanted poster and said,
“Those black dogs have been asking around with it for the past two days.”
Lumian glanced at it and realized it was his wanted poster.
He smiled nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Let them search.”
Sarkota didn’t say anything else and inford Lumian, “The Boss wants you to make a trip to Rue des Fontaines today.”
What’s the matter now? Lumian pondered and nodded.
It was almost evening when he arrived at 11 Rue des Fontaines in Quartier de la Cathédrale Commémorative.
The lawn seed to have been ravaged, and the hall filled with weapons and armor was severely damaged.
Upon seeing Gardner Martin, Lumian didn’t hide his confusion.
“Did sothing happen?”
Gardner Martin, his face glowing, smiled and said, “After the Werewolf incident, they launched a sneak attack and were forced back. They suffered a loss.”
The Rose School of Thought ultimately fell into the Boss’s trap? Seeing that Gardner Martin didn’t want to elaborate, Lumian asked, “Boss, why did you summon ?”
Gardner Martin produced an exquisite invitation.
“Count Poufer invites you to his Red Swan Castle for a salon this weekend.”
Red Swan Castle? Lumian frowned slightly.
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