Holding an iron-black calcium carbide lamp, Franca glanced at the road sandwiched by stone pillars in the middle, and asked Fernandez, the smuggler who was leading the way in front of him, with a slight doubt:
"This is the way to the observatory area, right?"
Although no one can fully grasp the full picture of the underground Trier, the tunnels on this floor are marked with street names, corresponding to the ground, and Franka recalled a little and found that the direction was wrong.
- Smuggling must have been from outside the city to the city, and the Observatory area is closer to the center of Trier than the Honest Market area, and is separated from the boulevard area by the Cerenzo River.
Fernandez, a smuggler belonging to "Rat" Crystal, turned his body halfway over and explained with a smile:
"That hidden route must go to the observatory area first, and we always get the goods to the warehouse over there."
"That's right." 'The Red Boots' Franca slowed down and distanced himself from Fernandez, who was wearing a brown felt hat.
Because she had not yet entered the smuggling route, she suppressed her voice idly and chatted with Lumian beside her:
"I remember you exchanged the 'Fighter' extraordinary trait for 18,000 Felkin from Gardner.
"You know what it is, or do you know what the Extraordinary trait really means?"
"My sister told me." Lumian attributed the origin of this knowledge to Aurore's teachings.
Franka is tall and has long legs, so she doesn't need too much effort to stay parallel to Lumian.
She sighed sincerely:
"It's great to have someone bring it, we were all a group of blind people back then, and we relied purely on our own exploration, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen ......"
Her voice gradually lowered, and finally turned into a long "hey".
This reminded Lumian of whether it was Aurore herself or the famous quote of Roselle the Great that she paraphrased:
"Once you make a serious mistake, it will become a lifelong hatred."
Franka quickly gathered her mind and reminded Lumian in a low voice:
"You have just entered the field of occultism, and you lack a lot more than knowledge.
"You'd better not be stingy with that money and use it to buy a magical item or an extraordinary weapon to make up for the 'hunter's' lack of occult methods, otherwise, 'Black Scorpion' Roger really wants to take revenge on you, you don't need to go through too much trouble, just drive a few undead to find you.
"If you mean this, I will help you pay attention."
Lumian immediately laughed:
"I've already bought it."
"So fast?" Franca almost couldn't control his voice, causing the smuggler Fernandez to look back.
The two sides were far apart, and the calcium carbide lamp brought interlaced light and shadow, making it difficult for Lumian to see Fernandez's expression and what associations he would have.
Lumian replied "honestly":
"Before I joined the Sava Party, I found a circle of truly extraordinary people through the information published in the journal "Psychic" magazine, where I exchanged the Felkin given by the boss for a magical item."
"No wonder......" Franka showed a clear expression and praised Lumian, "Your mind is more flexible than I thought, well, is it an item that can improve your occult methods?"
Lumian said "calmly":
"A pair of glasses from a 'lawyer', but it seems to be contaminated by some strange power."
As he spoke, he took out his brown "peeping glasses" and showed them down:
"It helps me see a lot of things I don't usually see......"
"This is dangerous." Franka's brown eyebrows furrowed slightly, interrupting Lumian's words.
"I know." Lumian explained with a smile, "But as long as you choose the environment well and protect it, it is not that dangerous, and it can also provide good camouflage and occult methods......"
Lumian briefly talked about the urge to draw after wearing the "Peeping Glasses".
Franka's ponytail behind his head little by little:
"It's really useful, and if I were to get into your situation, I would choose it.
"That is, the leaders and thugs of the Stinger Gang have never had contact with you in the true sense, and their impression of you is only a strange color, otherwise they have recognized your true identity and don't need to take action themselves, send your information and wanted notice to the police headquarters to the two churches, and you can complete your revenge."
Lumian smiled:
"Yes, I can now choose a time to ask Officer Everett for coffee."
Franka's bright lake-colored eyes smiled, and he said:
"You actually told me about the occult meeting and your trump cards, and Jianna kept saying in front of me that you are cunning and treacherous, good at deception, and you are obviously very sincere and calm! Well, this is also the reason why our relationship is different from others.
"I'll just say, the brother of the 'Muggle' won't be that kind of person!"
Lumian actually felt a little guilty for a while, and said sincerely:
"Yes, she completely misunderstood me."
The two chatted for a while, and finally arrived at the edge of the underground area corresponding to the observatory area, turning into a tunnel that extended to the south.
Not long after, Fernandez stopped in front of a side well that belonged to a hollow in a quarry.
He placed the calcium carbide lamp at the wellhead, pointed down and said:
"Let's go in."
With the help of a little blue light, Lumian cast his gaze on the bottom of the well and found that the side well had been abandoned for a long time and looked completely clogged with rubble.
Relying on the depression in the well wall, the rope hidden in the shadows, and the simple iron ladder nailed to the moss, the three climbed all the way down and soon reached the bottom of the well.
Smuggler Fernandez removed several seemingly heavy stones, revealing a tunnel for solo passage at the edge of the well wall.
After walking through this tunnel with relatively polluted air, the front suddenly became open, as if entering another quarry hollow.
It was even more dead and dark here, the cave roof was quite damp, and even moss was rare around.
Lumian and Franka, each carrying a calcium carbide lamp, slowed down and carefully examined the various traces on this smuggling route.
After moving forward like this, Fernandez pointed to a tunnel not far away:
"Our leader and Baron Brignel are not completely ungained, they found that the footprints of the caravan disappeared out of thin air there."
It was a tunnel connecting two quarries, the road was full of gravel and potholes, and the distance was dark without any light.
Lumian and Franka quickly found the place where the relatively fresh footprints suddenly disappeared, squatted down, and checked it carefully.
"Only the footprints when I came over, and the one that returned was disconnected here.
"Most of the people who returned were carrying heavy items on their backs, and their footprints were deeper, which was significantly different from the ones who came over...... It can be ruled out that they turn around, step on their own footprints, and step by step to leave......" Lumian quickly made a series of judgments.
Franka took her gaze back from her surroundings and said as she stood up:
"No traces of fighting were found.
"It's weird!"
Then, she motioned for Fernandez to go further away and wait in the empty quarry where he had just come.
When Fernandez's calcium carbide light completely disappeared into the distance, Franca took out a small makeup box and a handkerchief with a blue grid on a white background from nowhere.
The latter is an item commonly used by Elken, the younger brother of "Mouse" Crystal, who also disappeared in this smuggling.
Franka immediately put down the calcium carbide lamp, opened the pale gold box on the outside, and reached out to touch the mirror inside.
At the same time, holding the handkerchief, she repeatedly recited in Hermes:
"Elken's current position, Elken's current position......"
The already dark tunnel became even more depressing, the light of the two calcium carbide lamps was pushed back a little by the invisible force, and the palm-sized mirror quickly glowed with water, as if it was showing the situation of the bottom of the dark river.
Before Lumian could count to three seconds, a scene was highlighted on the surface of the mirror:
The coolies carrying wooden boxes and smugglers with pistols and rifles walked slowly in this tunnel, and as they continued to move forward, the darkness behind them filled the place where the light was drawn, and finally, the light of the calcium carbide lamp disappeared at the end of the line of sight, and the mirror surface was dark.
"They are indeed missing in this area." Franka stopped divination and pursed her rosy and thin lips, "But I can't see anything."
In his opinion, the underground of Trier is full of dangers, hiding all kinds of things, what Quaternary ruins, what smelly and dirty old bones, what catacombs that must abide by certain rules, and what Monsouri ghosts that have been wandering for many years and have not been cleared, are all things that make people dare not explore the truth.
At that time, there will be another legend involving the power of evil gods in the underground of Trier.
Therefore, Lumian will help the "face" of the boss of the Sava party, but he will not do his best and take risks.
Anyway, what was lost this time was "Mouse" Crystal, what does it have to do with his "Lion" Ciel?
The Breeze Ballroom still has plenty of alcohol stocks!
Franka glanced at him, not meant to embarrass him.
The "Red Boots" put away the makeup box and Elken's handkerchief, picked up the calcium carbide lamp, and said to Lumian:
"Let's go back to Fernandez and let him take us forward, maybe there are clues left elsewhere."
"Okay." Lumian felt that Franka was just fulfilling her obligations as a member of the Sava Party.
The two turned around and carried their respective calcium carbide lamps towards the original quarry hollow, towards the darkness in the distance.
After walking more than a dozen steps, Lumian stopped abruptly, his expression becoming solemn.
"What's wrong?" Franka asked suspiciously.
Lumian pointed to the ground full of gravel and potholes, and said in a deep voice:
"There are no more footprints.
"The footprints of those smugglers out of the city and the footprints of us are gone!
"But there are a bunch of footprints carrying heavy things forward!"
Franka was shocked, looked at his feet, and found that the ground was in disarray, and the footprints of himself, Lumian and Fernandez entering this tunnel had all disappeared, and the footprints of the missing caravan appeared out of thin air!
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(End of this chapter)