Chapter 727 Arrival


    ??As Franca prepared the ritual, she considered her options and said to Lumian, "The Overseer''s mirror coordinates are indescribable and can only be procured through mystical means. The Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell isn''t capable of that. I intend to use standard spirit channeling instead."


    While the Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell she had developed greatly extended the duration of the channeling and the number of questions the spirit would respond to, it was constrained by relying on the mirror as a medium, forfeiting the chance for other types of interaction.


    "Regr spirit channeling drastically restricts the intel we can gather…" Lumian thought briefly and said, "For the first question, we should have him provide the coordinates of the Overseer''s mirror. Second, ask about the whereabouts of the ssic silver mirror utilized for the ritual and leadermunication. Third, inquire about the identities and locations of the Mirror People in contact with him, ranked by importance."


    Once the third question was answered, the spirit channeling ritual woulde to its natural conclusion. Lumian suspected Moran Avigny might not have time to "introduce" every Mirror Person under hismand. Hence, he asked for them to be prioritized based on the criticality of their role and responsibilities.


    "A ssic silver mirror?" Franca asked, puzzled.


    "Yes, Moran Avigny has a mirror akin to the ssic silver one you used to own. It''s vital formunicating with Mirror Roselle," Lumian exined sinctly.


    While speaking, he crouched and rummaged through Moran Avigny''s pockets.


    Unfortunately, the Minister of Industry carried only a handful ofrge bills and some loose change totaling 3,212 verl d''or.


    Besides the money, there was an elegant golden mechanical pocket watch, a meticulously embroidered handkerchief, and a wallet crafted by a private designer and artisan.


    But not a single item imbued with Beyonder powers!


    Lumian couldn''t resist mimicking Franca''s inner thought: "Poor slob!"


    He realized that as the sitting Minister of Industry, Moran Avigny was under the watchful eye of official Beyonders. He was unlikely to carry mystical items, Beyonder weapons, or anything that might reveal his abnormality.


    As a Sequence 5 Disciplinary Pdin of the Judgment pathway, disclosing this to the two Churches would raise difficult questions about how he obtained the potion form and Beyonder characteristics at that level. When signing the contract, he would at most acknowledge being a Beyonder of a rted pathway without specifying the Sequence. This cost him the chance to procure items openly, forcing him to rely on Brokers—something official Beyonders couldn''t be privy to.


    Moran Avigny didn''t require the Overseer''s assistance with the Under the Table deal to ess mystical items, as Mirror People could transfer objects through mirrors. If he genuinely needed an item for a specific purpose, he could reach out to his mirror world associates and have them "send" it over, returning it promptly after use.


    Lumian sighed, pocketed the cash, watch, and other belongings, and rose to his feet.


    With Franca''s spirit channeling preparationsplete, Lumian turned to Jenna, stillposing her letter, and asked, "You shot without hesitation earlier. Did it weigh on you at all? This wasn''t a battle. We''d been engaged in friendly conversation with Moran Avigny for a while now. I even started to feel like we were bing friends."


    Jenna nced up at Lumian while writing on a protruding rock of the cave wall. Sheughed softly.


    "Worried I''ll bottle up my emotional turmoil and cause issues down the line? nning to y psychiatrist and offer me counseling?"


    Anthony Reid, who had been observing silently, living up to his role as a Spectator, scratched his nose self-consciously.


    That seemed to be his job.


    However, he could discern that Jenna and Franca were not in need of counseling.


    Lumian didn''t tackle Jenna''s question head-on. With a smile, he remarked, "You haven''t taken many lives yourself."


    "Had we not pulled the trigger, would you have taken action? Despite feeling you had befriended Moran Avigny, I think you wouldn''t have flinched at blowing his head off," Jenna retorted, a smile ying on her lips.


    Lumian let out a derisive snort. "I''m not like you. I''ve killed more people than I can count."


    Jenna met his gaze again. "Moran Avigny admitted to his crimes. He lured the real Moran Avigny into the mirror, holding him captive before ruthlessly ending his life. I felt no qualms about carrying out the execution of a guilty man."


    "You''ve changed…" Lumian let out an exaggerated sigh and quipped, "Once upon a time, you depended on the police and authorities to punish the bad guys."


    Jenna didn''t have a chance to respond, as Franca had finished her spirit channeling.


    In the wavering dark-green candlelight, Moran Avigny''s spirit took shape above his corpse, perceptible to those who had activated their Spirit Vision.


    Franca acted swiftly. Withdrawing the ss-like Mirror Cufflink from her sleeve, she addressed Moran Avigny''s spirit, "Give me the coordinates of the Overseer''s mirror."


    Moran Avigny''s indistinct, menacing face twisted in anguish.


    But stripped of life, he no longer had the irond self-control to resist themanding pull of the spirit channeling. He stretched out his right hand, motioning for Franca to hand over the Mirror Cufflink.


    Anticipating this, Franca passed him the Mirror Cufflink.


    As Moran Avigny''s spirit clutched the cufflink, a shadowy light shimmered across its form, drawn into the ss-like essory.


    Franca exhaled in relief upon the Mirror Cufflink''s return.


    Having achieved the primary objective, it was time to reap further rewards!


    Her mood buoyed, Franca inquired of Moran Avigny with piqued interest, "Is there a functional ssic silver mirror in your possession… Hold on…"


    Abruptly realizing this constituted a question, she hastily rephrased."Where is the ssic silver mirror the Overseer used to facilitatemunication with your leader?"


    Lumian had already ascertained Moran Avigny didn''t have it on him.


    Moran Avigny''s spirit responded with cold rigidity, "Griffith has it. When I require it, I have him deliver it to me through the mirror."


    Franca''s initial tion quickly gave way to an exasperated curse.


    "Dammit!"


    It dawned on her that she couldn''t extract Griffith''s mirror coordinates from Moran Avigny.


    The spirit channeling had but one question remaining. She needed to ask Moran Avigny about the Mirror People serving as their contacts and their true identities. Requesting mirror coordinates was out of the question!


    Lumian and Anthony immediately grasped the reason for Franca''s self-directed frustration, but they were powerless to intervene. Certain questions hinged on preceding answers, and mirror coordinates couldn''t be conveyed through the Magic Mirror Spirit Channeling Spell.


    Collecting herself, Franca fixed her gaze on Moran Avigny''s spirit. Marshaling her thoughts, she articted, "Name the Mirror People in contact with you. What roles do they y in the real world? Begin with those of the highest rank and responsibility."


    Moran Avigny''s ghostly, blurred visage contorted once more. Despite his resistance, he responded in a clipped tone, "First, there''s Griffith, who serves as my second-inmand. Originally, he was a key figure in the Moses Ascetic Order. With our assistance, he''s steadily elevating his position within the Order. His aspiration is for the secret organization to eventually join the alliance to open Fourth Epoch Trier''s seal…"


    The Moses Ascetic Order… The very group that shed with Element Dawn, headed by the Emperor''s firstborn, Bernadette? If memory serves, they primarily consist of Mystery Pryer pathway Beyonders… I can''t help but wonder if the Research Society has members from either faction. There must be others like myself with multiple secret society affiliations… Franca listened intently, not daring to disrupt Moran Avigny''s ount.


    Moran Avigny proceeded to the second Mirror Person.


    "Caratanza Tamara, part of our branch''s Tamara family. He enlisted in the military and now holds the rank of colonel. He legitimized his Beyonder powers by ying a Loen Kingdom spy, seizing their potion form and Judgment pathway characteristics…


    "Palia, a ore schr originally. She infiltrated the Trier Cave Association to mask our attempts at uncovering a vulnerability in the seal…


    "Sport, Trier''s Deputy Commissioner of Police and a member of the policemission. His original self was purposely corrupted during an operation. Subsequently, Griffith and Caratanza orchestrated an ambush, dragging him into the mirror and allowing the mirror world''s Sport to emerge and assume his ce…"


    By this point, Moran Avigny''s spirit had be increasingly insubstantial, on the brink of dissipation.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    At that instant, Jenna concluded her letter and pivoted to face Lumian. "I''ll now summon Madam Judgment''s messenger."


    The words had scarcely left her mouth when an ethereal voice, seemingly originating from a great distance, reverberated in the ears of Jenna, Lumian, and the others.


    "Summoning won''t be necessary."


    A shared premonitionpelled Lumian, Franca, Jenna, and Anthony to direct their attention to the side of the quarry cave.


    In the chamber''s dim illumination, supplied only by carbidemps and candles, dazzling starlight coalesced in the void, rapidly tracing the outline of an enchanting door.


    Noiselessly, the door swung open, revealing an enormous pumpkin carriage drawn by a multitude of gray rats.


    Three women upied the carriage''s interior. One was Magician, resplendent in a beige gown with a high cor adorned with golden embroidery. Another was Judgment, her shoulder-length xen hairplementing her grayish-white knight''s attire, ented by brown leather armor.


    The third woman was d in a purple dress bearing a cryptic pattern. A celestial globe and sundry items dangled from her waist, and refined spectacles perched upon her nose.


    sped in her left hand was a peculiarmp, its surface golden like a kettle and adorned with enigmatic designs.