Chapter 190 Somra
"Zhen!" Franka expressed her feelings with a strong tone particle.
She looked around, her thoughts turned sharply, and she guessed after consideration:
"What happened to us was the same thing as the missing caravan?
"I entered another world in that tunnel, so there are no original footprints?
"In the eyes of that smuggler Fernandez, we also evaporated out of thin air?"
Lumian had never encountered anything like this, and there was no corresponding scene in his sister Auror's novel, which made him wonder what the situation was when he didn't appear for a while.
He was a little dazed, frowning and thinking, when he suddenly heard the speculation of "Red Boots" Franka.
"It's very imaginative......" Lumian's first reaction was emotion, and then pondered the corresponding possibilities.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Franca's words were very close to the current state, so he squatted down and checked the footprints again.
"It's true that the footprints of carrying something heavy on their backs suddenly appeared there." Lumian pointed to more than a dozen trails behind him.
That was where they had just started, but there was no trace of their arrival.
Franka gritted her teeth and said:
"It seems that I have really entered another world, or rather, another underground space......
"Oh! Why us? Crystal, Brignel, Simon and Blake didn't suffer anything, and they returned to the ground smoothly!"
Belch...... Hearing the "Red Boots" question about fate, Lumian suddenly felt a little guilty.
Half-squatting on the ground, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his left chest.
Isn't this some kind of fate?
Well, I can't rule out the possibility that it's Franka's problem, she has a higher sequence than me, she also has magical items on her, and maybe she has some secrets hidden...... Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality.
Franka looked down at the companion and said to herself:
"Is it related to the sequence of one of the two?
"Otherwise, it will be the negative impact of your glasses."
Lumian responded thoughtfully:
"'Hunter' and 'witch' are adjacent paths."
In other words, if it is really a problem caused by the law of extraordinary characteristics aggregation, neither of them can get out of the relationship.
Of course, with the personalities of Lumian and Franka, the effect of the Law of Extraordinary Characteristics Aggregation cannot be so obvious, but Lumian thought that he had met two witches in less than two weeks since he came to Trier, and he himself was only in sequence 8, so he suspected that it was the power of "fate" that made the aggregation a destined thing.
"Hmm......" Franka fell into deep thought.
After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and said:
"We have such an encounter, maybe it's really a matter of our path, but why did Crystal, a mouse smuggling caravan, enter this space and disappear in reality?
"They have taken this route many times, and they have never had problems before, why is it different this time?
"Oh! That damn mouse must have something he didn't say! What he smuggled this time was not only wine and guns, but also other things, things involving the occult?"
"Not necessarily, Roselle the Great said, 'If you often walk by the river, you will get your boots wet one day', Christo's smuggling caravan kept going back and forth in this problematic tunnel, and it was inevitable that something would happen, but it happened this time." Lumian stood up and defended "Mouse" Crystal.
Franka was barely persuaded and exhaled:
"Now is not the time to discuss the reasons, the key is to find a way out.
"Hey, why is there an anomaly in the Trier underground that has something to do with the paths of 'hunters' and 'witches', uh......"
Franka suddenly fell silent, as if she remembered something.
"Did you find anything?" Lumian stood up.
Franka replied deliberately:
"I don't know if your sister has told you something about the Fourth Age, uh, she may not know either.
"In short, Trier in the Fourth Age is the capital of the Tudor Dynasty, and the 'Blood Emperor' who rules this empire is likely to be a high-ranking person in the 'hunter' path, and the witch family at that time had a certain relationship with a certain or several great nobles of the Tudor Dynasty, so it is normal to leave something in Trier."
"Witch family?" Lumian was a little stunned by this term.
Franka curled his mouth:
"In the Fourth Age, the 'witch' path was controlled by a family, hey, since I chose 'assassin', I can only try to collect relevant information, but until now, I don't know much."
Lumian brought the topic back on track:
"Do you suspect that this space is related to the Quaternary Trill that sank underground?"
"Hmm." Franka did not answer with vague words such as "I don't rule out this possibility", she said while thinking, "The two major churches must have done some treatment of that ruin, and if we can find the corresponding node, we should be able to go out."
Lumian holding the calcium carbide lamp looked at the ground again:
"Shall we go forward or return?
"Crystal's smuggling caravan seems to have found no abnormalities and has been moving forward."
Franka pondered for a few seconds and said:
"Let's go back to the location where we entered this space first, it's only a dozen steps away, and we won't waste any time."
"Okay." Lumian walked towards the middle of the tunnel.
Soon, he and Franka stood where the footprints of the smuggling caravan appeared out of thin air, trying to take a step forward.
There was no series of footprints ahead.
After walking more than a dozen steps, the surrounding darkness became thicker and thicker, and there were only the footprints left by Lumian and Franka on the road.
They did not return to reality.
"Stop." Franca's right hand pressed falsely, "Let's turn around and go to the hollow quarry when we came here to see if Fernandez has entered this space."
Lumian did not object.
This will also help them further identify what the problem is.
Under the bluish light of the two calcium carbide lamps, Lumian and Franka walked steadily along the footsteps of the smuggling caravan.
Before long, they arrived at the quarry hollow.
A dark shadow stood at the junction of light and darkness, facing away from the two of them.
Franka shouted with a slight joy:
"Fernandez!"
The smuggler seemed to have entered this space as well, so the problem was not necessarily with himself and Ciel!
As soon as Franka's voice fell, her expression suddenly tightened.
At the same time, Lumian said in a deep voice:
"Something is wrong."
That smuggler Fernandez originally had a calcium carbide lamp, so he couldn't just stand in the dark like that!
In the next second, the black shadow turned his body.
Under the light of Lumian and Franca's calcium carbide light, he revealed a face full of blood.
The male face has short flaxen hair, a pair of thick brown eyebrows, and a pair of lake blue eyes.
His lips were thin, his appearance was ordinary, and his eyes contained indescribable malice and hatred.
At this time, there was sticky blood smeared on this black shadow's face, and it seemed to drip at any time.
Sure enough, it's not Fernandez! Why is it a bit familiar...... Lumian made a judgment and pulled out the black revolver from his armpit with a brush.
With a bang, the calcium carbide lamp in Franka's hand fell to the ground.
The dark shadow was startled by the sound and the shaking light, and suddenly flashed into the depths of darkness, disappearing into a tunnel that connected to the quarry's hollow.
"What's wrong?" Lumian looked sideways at Franka.
As an extraordinary person of Sequence 7, as a member of a secret organization, and as an experienced fighter, she should not have such abnormal performance and such exaggerated reactions!
Franka stared into the darkness and said after a few seconds:
"That's right, that's me before......"
You were before, or were you when you were a man? Lumian was shocked when he heard this.
His hair stood up and he asked in a deep voice:
"You before drinking the 'witch' magic potion?"
"Yes." Franka bent down to pick up her calcium carbide lamp, her expression was both puzzled and frightened, "I thought I would never forget that face except myself, and no one in the world remembers it...... Why, why am I seeing it here? Is it generated from my memory? In this space, our memories cannot be kept secret?"
Wouldn't that be a good thing? Lumian's first reaction was joy.
If this space could map all the memories he had hidden in his subconscious, then he would be able to preliminarily restore the truth of the disaster in Kordu Village!
As for whether this space will "snoop" into things that should not be snooped on, suffering serious pollution and damage, and disintegrating from the inside out, he doesn't care at all.
Lumian carried a calcium carbide lamp and a revolver and walked around the quarry, not seeing any other dark shadows or anything related to his past.
He said to Franka with a little disappointment:
"I haven't found my old self."
"Isn't it from my memory, or is it even earlier?" Franka proposes to return the "same way" to the side well that led them down to this level, looking for more anomalies along the way to speculate on the nature of this space, thus opening the door out of this place.
The two walked almost side by side through the quarry hollow, following the footprints left by the smuggling caravan towards the edge of the observatory area.
Time passed minute by minute, and Lumian and Franka saw something more on the ground almost at the same time.
It was a drop of blood, sparse and scattered, mixed with the footprints of the smuggling caravan with a certain sense of chaos.
"Is the anomaly starting to appear?" Franka whispered.
Lumian nodded:
"Going further, we will most likely meet those people."
He glanced at Franka and added:
"Of course, they may not still be human."
Franka immediately sneered:
"Are you scaring me? Do you think this can scare me? Whether they are corpses or monsters now, they all belong to the development I expected.
"You have to remember that the most terrifying thing in the world is the unknown."
As soon as Franka finished speaking, she saw Lumian's expression freeze with a yellow and blue face reflected by the calcium carbide light.
"You still want to scare me......" Before Franka could finish saying this, he felt something hot slip from the tip of his nose and fall to the ground.
It was a drop of bright red blood.
(End of this chapter)