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nChapter 669: Connivance

nTranslator: CKtalon

nRecalling Franca’s meeting with 007 tonight to discuss dealing with Moran Avigny, Lumian decided to summon Jenna’s messenger, Rabbit Chasel, as he had to return to Trier tomorrow to discuss the division of labor and specific details.

nAfter jotting down Madam Magician’s request and folding it, Lumian set up a ritual, allowing the special Rabbit of Knowledge to emerge from the candle’s flames.

nThe first thing Lumian noticed was the miniature half top hat snugly perched between the rabbit’s ears. Next, he saw gold-rimmed glasses and a black trench coat that matched the vaguely rabbit-shaped creature’s size. Finally, an iron-black revolver lay in the rabbit’s palm.

nThe revolver gleamed with a metallic luster, its barrel unusually thick, and its cylinder unnaturally large and textured. It stood in stark contrast to the illusory appearance of the top hat, trench coat, and gold-rimmed glasses.

nUpon seeing Rabbit Chasel, Lumian raised his eyebrows.

n“Is this a real gun?”

nHidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Rabbit Chasel’s eyes sharpened.

n“Yes.”

n“Did Jenna customize it for you?” Lumian inquired.

nRabbit Chasel replied succinctly, “It’s payment.”

nQuite a cold demeanor… Miss Celia Bello, have you considered the consequences of what you’ve done? You haven’t! Because 1 don’t know the consequences either unless 1 consult Madam Magician… Lumian criticized inwardly before handing the folded letter to Rabbit Chasel.

nSeeing the human-like, rabbit-shaped creature preparing to turn and walk into the candle flame, Lumian, the Prankster King of Cordu, asked with interest, “Can you shoot?”

nRabbit Chasel fell silent for a moment, as if embarrassed.

n“Not yet.”

nOh, you’re not as cold as Gehrman Sparrow anymore… Lumian chuckled and said, “Jenna and I are friends. I’ll help her pay the postage fee this time.

n“Do you want to learn shooting? It involves knowledge and guidance.”

nRabbit Chasel, taller than an ordinary rabbit, replied without hesitation, “Sure thing.”

nLumian’s smile broadened.

nAfter finding a secluded spot at the edge of the primitive forest and earnestly teaching Rabbit Chasel how to shoot for a considerable time, Lumian strolled back to Tizamo with his hands in his pockets, planning to visit the only cafe for afternoon tea.

nThe cafe bore the name “Bunia” after its owner, a man named Bunia.

nHe was under the age of 30. Having once served as a waiter and apprentice at a cafe in Port Pylos, Bunia, recalling the lack of a proper cafe in Tizamo Town, transformed the ground floor of his house into a semi-open cafe.

nLumian, weaving through the tables and chairs on the street, arrived at the kitchen counter, offering a smile to the proprietor and waiter, Bunia.

n“Do you have Fermo coffee?”

nBunia’s brown skin, not too dark, and his features resembling those of mixed blood, showcased his Tizamon heritage.

nThe man in his late twenties responded with an honest smile in fluent Intisian.

n“Monsieur, there’s no Fermo coffee.”

nLumian, intending to playfully inquire, casually switched to a cup of Corsa coffee from Matani.

nSipping the bitter and sweet liquid at a table, he noticed Camus, adorned in a vest, and Rhea, clad in leather armor, entering the cafe. Each ordered an Intis coffee and a corn nutcake imbued with Tizamo flair.

nUpon spotting Rhea, the single Bunia became even more bashful and busier, avoiding eye contact.

nAs Camus and Rhea, equipped with their coffee and corn nutcakes, sought a spot, Lumian raised his arm in greeting.

nAs Camus and Rhea reluctantly settled into their seats across from him, Lumian inquired with a smile, “Why do you look so tired?”

nGlancing at the energetic adventurer, Camus took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

n“We just finished work. We can finally rest.”

nYesterday, he had monitored the Brieu Motel late into the night!

n“All I want now is a good night’s sleep.” After exploring the dream together last night, Rhea wasn’t as reticent as before when facing Lumian.

n“Then why are you still drinking coffee?” Lumian replied with amusement.

nIt was evident that Rhea and Camus lacked the energy of a Sleepless.

n“I want to endure until dinner before sleeping,” Camus said with a sigh.

nRhea shook her head.

n“Coffee is useless to me.”

nAfter a brief chat, Rhea finished her corn nutcake and coffee, then headed back to the nearby police headquarters to rest. Camus continued to recline in the armchair, occasionally taking a sip of coffee.

n“Has Reaza arrived?” Lumian inquired with a smile.

nCamus fell silent for a moment.

n“He’s here. Tonight, one of the two—Maslow and Loban—will be following you with him.”

nAs for Kolobo, there was no need for him to be on duty. If he didn’t even dare to look, how could he do any monitoring?

nWhile they conversed, Lumian noticed Miss Amandina from Palm Manor leading a short unicorn outside the Bunia cafe, exuding high spirits.

nThe blue-eyed girl was clad in off-white hunting attire today, her black hair fashioned into a half-height bun.

nAfter entrusting the whip and reins to the brown-skinned valet, she strolled to the kitchen counter with her lady’s maid, who also bore an Intisian appearance.

nAlong the way, she cheerfully greeted the patrons in the cafe and exchanged pleasantries with the locals sipping on inexpensive coffee.

nObserving Camus’s gaze fixed on the girl, Lumian teased, “Do you wish to engage in a duel with her fiance?”

n“No, I’m not that kind of person,” Camus replied with a serious expression. “I admit that she’s indeed very attractive to me, but she’s already engaged to Monsieur Robert. This is a sign that she’s starting a family. I can’t allow myself to destroy someone else’s family.”

nYou Feynapotterians… Lumian didn’t mock him but sighed with emotion.

nSuch values appealed to Feynapotter.

nOf course, not every Feynapotterian possessed such values.

nSeeing Lumian’s lack of response, Camus said seriously, “Don’t have any ideas about her.”

nLumian regarded the young man surnamed Castiya with amusement, awaiting further “explanation.”

nCamus furrowed his brow slightly.

n“I know you Intisians won’t back down just because the other party has a fiance or a husband. You might find it even more exciting, but you always pursue momentary pleasure. Very few are willing to take responsibility. You always satisfy yourself. When you’re happy, you turn around and leave, leaving a lady to face everything that’s been destroyed.”

n“Not every Intisian is like this,” Lumian shook his head with a smile.

nBut most Trieriens are like that… However, neither party is innocent in such matters… he added inwardly.

nThe energetic and playful Amandina led the lady’s maid past Camus and Lumian’s table.

nFirst, she greeted Camus, then sized up Lumian and said candidly, “I’m Amandina. What about you?”

n“Louis Berry,” Lumian replied with a smile.

nAmandina nodded and suddenly laughed.

n“You must have just arrived from Trier. You’re different from the people here.”

n“No, I’m from a village in the south,” Lumian switched to Intisian with a Dariege accent.

nAmandina wasn’t disappointed. She happily inquired about the folklore of the southern provinces of the Intis Republic before leading the lady’s maid to a table in the corner.

nCamus watched as the two of them conversed. He opened his mouth but closed it again.

nTrier, Quartier de la Cathedrale Commemorative.

nJenna was curled up on the sofa, engrossed in the novels she had just bought, all with elements of Witches. Suddenly, Rabbit Chasel appeared in front of her and handed her a letter.

nObserving the bizarre yet adorable rabbit-shaped creature, Jenna opened the letter and scanned its contents before asking earnestly, “Do you wish to select your payment, or shall I choose a random book for you?”

n“Lumian Lee has already settled the payment on your behalf,” Rabbit Chasel said in a deep yet sincere voice.

nWitch Jenna suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

n“What has he paid?”

n“He imparted shooting-related knowledge to me and guided me through the initial stage of my practice,” Rabbit Chasel raised the special revolver in his hand, briefly aimed it at the door behind Jenna, and then swiftly lowered it.

nW&— Monsieur Lumian Lee, have you considered the consequences of what you’ve done?enna chided, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement.

nHowever, the deed was done, and she was powerless to reverse it.

nAs these thoughts raced through her mind, Jenna’s lips curved into a sweet smile.

n“The next payment will be for a genuine underarm holster. And after that, custom-made bullets with special effects. How does that sound?”

nBehind his glass glasses, Rabbit Chasel’s eyes sparkled.

n“Alright!”

nIn Tizamo Town, night had already fallen, and darkness shrouded the area.

nLumian stood in Hisoka’s house, glancing at the stern vice-captain of the Port Pylos patrol team, Reaza, and the local patrol team leader, Maslow, whose face was adorned with white paint. As though instructing Lugano, he said, “Watch out for any accidents.”

nThis time, he spoke in Dutanese.

n“Alright.” It wasn’t the first time Maslow had accompanied Louis Berry, the great adventurer, and he was already accustomed to his style.

nDressed in a sleek formal suit, Reaza remained silent, signaling that there was no issue.

nLumian retrieved the brown Mystery Prying Glasses from his Traveler’s Bag.

nTonight, his first task was to use this magical item to observe Hisoka’s house from various angles, hoping to unveil the source of its abnormality.

nAfter confirming his condition and preparations, Lumian placed the brown gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

nA familiar wave of dizziness washed over Lumian, as if his surroundings had been disrupted and reassembled.

nHe witnessed poisonous insects crawling in the “sky,” two walls that seemed to dance in circles, and an underground water puddle deep in the soil that appeared to absorb all light..

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