The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 110: The Promise

After Charlie and the two official Beyonders left the chaotic street, Lumian sat back at the wooden table and mocked himself, "How did I forget? Don't look at things you shouldn't."

Even with fortune-telling, he had previously thought that observing someone's fortune was a very discreet act, unlikely to be noticed.

Neither Franca, a Sequence 7, nor Roger the Black Scorpion, who was also equivalent to Sequence 7, had noticed anything unusual.

But earlier, the official Beyonder clearly reacted!

"Is his Sequence much higher than mine, or does he have special abilities or a corresponding magical item?"

Lumian couldn't make a definitive judgment. He had never observed a Beyonder higher than Sequence 7, lacking a point of comparison. Whether facing the boss, Gardner Martin, or Mr. K, he had always been cautious, never observing their fortunes directly in their presence.

After making a mental note of this lesson, Lumian, who didn't need to sleep, turned to reading through Aurore's witchcraft notes that he had copied.

The sunlight grew brighter, and the window was bathed in warm light, transforming even the noisy chaotic street into a golden oil painting. Unlike the capital of the Ruen Kingdom, Backlund, Trier was always bathed in sunshine. Although there was pollution, its industrial layout was more rational, so it didn't affect the whole city, mainly existing in the southern part where the factories were concentrated.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door of room 207 again, but this time, Lumian didn't hear any footsteps. Raising his right eyebrow, he put away the papers on the table, turned to face the door, and said, "Come in. It's not locked, Lady in Red Boots."

With a creak, the door opened, and Franca walked in, dressed in a women's shirt, beige trousers, and red boots. She asked in mild surprise, "How did you know it was me?"

"Why does that question sound exactly like Jenna's? Should I say she's your apprentice after all?" Lumian responded with amusement, "Because I have a brain."

"As if I don't," Franca retorted as she sat on Lumian's bed, unfazed by the provocation.

Lumian chuckled. "If someone can approach my room without me noticing and knock politely, I really can't think of anyone else besides you."

Of course, ruling out the Magician lady first, she wasn't that diligent; getting a timely reply from her was already impressive.

Lumian thought for a moment and added, "Has Jenna's issue been resolved?"

Franca clicked her tongue, "You brat, you're a fortune-teller!" She struck a big-sisterly pose.

"This is simple deduction," Lumian replied dismissively. If Jenna hadn't resolved her potential crisis, how would 'Dagger' Franca have the leisure to visit me?

Franca forced a laugh and said, "I meant, how did you guess the official Beyonders were mainly checking if Jenna and the others were cultists?"

After all, I'm closer to a cultist than any of them, Lumian thought as he tapped his left chest with his right hand. He smiled and said, "It's from the rich experience of being a wanted man."

"You sound almost proud," Franca teased.

Lumian asked curiously, "How do the official Beyonders conduct their investigation?"

The more he understood, the better he could evade similar checks in the future.

Franca nonchalantly replied, "According to Jenna, I'm guessing they used the power of a 'Notary.' They each signed a declaration regarding their faith, witnessed by the Notary. Those who lied were scorched by golden flames, bleeding all over before being dragged away."