The herds of cattle, sheep and horses being driven away, the dark men wearing felt hats and thick blue or red robes, the colorful and colorful local women in multi-layered robes and skirts, all kinds of corn food, a large number of white buildings and shops selling leather fabrics that Franka and Jenna's eyes were completely overwhelmed by the sight of Franka and Jenna, which was also fresh and interesting.
In the biting cold wind, Franka gave way to a four-wheeled wooden cart pulled by a long-haired ox, and turned his head to Lumian and Jane Na:
"Why don't you speak? Let's exchange customs and customs."
What's the point of walking dry?
Lumian was silent for a second and said:
"I don't know."
Jian Na then felt ashamed:
"I don't understand either."
She had heard the love legends of the Pharaohs and the adventurers who found treasure in the rainforest.
"Uh......" Franka waved her right hand and said, "I don't know much."
How much is not more? Lumian didn't ask any questions, and led his two companions into the store called "Highland Secret Medicine".
Intis boss Salente wearing a gold-rimmed jacket on a blue background. Empaia recognized Lumian at a glance, after all, he was impressive in terms of hair color and appearance, and it had been a few days since the last time they met.
Salient looked at Franka and Janna a few times, and smiled enthusiastically at Lumian:
"What do you want this time?"
Lumian, who had a bit of a headache due to excessive spiritual consumption, said bluntly:
"Real mummy ashes, I want to see the mummy!"
Salente's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't ask why:
"Okay, I'll take you to see it."
As a long-term seller of mummy ashes, he knew very well that this thing did not have the effect of improving that aspect of ability, and it was mixed with some really effective secret medicine to sell, but since the other party did not ask if the real mummy ashes were useful, he was happy not to mention it.
Besides, he suspected that the man and woman wanted to buy a mummy directly and resell it for a profit, which was big business.
Sarente temporarily closed the door of the store and led Lumian, Franka, and Jana into the back warehouse where common herbs were stacked, and went down the narrow stairs to the door of the basement.
He turned around, looked at Lumian and the others, and asked in confirmation:
"Do you really want to see it?"
This is not like a guilty conscience, but more like a reminder.
"Of course." Lumian answered without hesitation.
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the dark wooden door of the basement.
Several twisted and mysterious symbols are outlined there with a mixture of shaded green and pale white.
Some of them resemble simplified skull heads, some seem to be intertwined arms and vines, and some are made up of inverted triangles.
Around these symbols there are also thin lines of the same color, which extend in all directions, drilling into the walls, the ground and the ceiling.
When Salente took out a key made of gold, took a few steps forward, and was about to open the door, Franka suppressed her voice and said to Lumian and Janna:
"Those occult symbols are like the realm of death."
"What is the point of them?" Jianna asked if she didn't understand.
Franka shook her head:
"I don't know, normally, this should be a component of some kind of ritual magic, but ritual magic without a source of power cannot work all the time.
"As far as I know, the large churches of the Orthodox Church have more or less similar layouts, and it is the believers who pray every day that make the ritual magic always work.
"Maybe there is power to sustain ritual magic here." Lumian smiled and said to Franka, "You should be happy, from this point of view, there may really be mummies here."
Franka breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Fakes here should not be as rampant as in Trier."
She asked a little confusedly:
"Why did you have to pull us to see the real mummy? I can directly tell if the mummy ashes are real."
"Take a look." Lumian replied confidently.
Without waiting for Franka to swear, he added:
"I want the mummy ashes directly, he will most likely give a fake, when the time comes, after you divine the results on the spot, do you think I will directly kick down his cabinet or beat him up? How bad it is to fight and kill."
Lumian used a phrase that Aurore often said.
Of course, what he didn't mention was that this also had the negative effects of three contracts: "Abscess and Broken Hand" made him always want to pinch the target's neck, "Face Mantis" made him hate those humans who slander the innocent more than ever, and the shadow of armor made him sometimes feel imprisoned by life, trying to break through the shackles.
It may be thanks to Mr. Fool's testimony, or it may be that the "bribe" brings benefits, all three of which are quite slight and are negative effects that Lumian can control by concentrating, but they combine to make him occasionally have spontaneous thoughts.
Franka and Jana let out a disdainful sound at the same time.
Only "hunters" love to fight and kill!
At this time, Salent, who had tossed the door lock for a while, sometimes twisted left and sometimes right, finally opened the dark wooden door depicted with a mysterious symbol.
Lumian then saw oil lamps in the basement corridor, embedded in the wall, as if never extinguished.
The slightly shaded green fire swayed gently, and Franca and the others followed the owner of the elixir shop, Salente, into the aisle behind the door.
There was light here, but it gave them the illusion of going deeper into the darkness step by step.
The already cold temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees Celsius again.
Salente walked forward seven or eight meters, passed through the closed gray and white stone doors, and stopped in front of a room in the middle of the aisle.
These stone doors and surrounding walls have symbols similar to basement entrances.
Salente pushed open the stone door in front of him, allowing a small tomb to appear in front of Lumian and the others:
The extremely exotic gold-bottomed colored humanoid sarcophagus is quietly placed in the middle of the tomb.
"This is a mummy from five centuries ago." Salente introduced as he leaned closer to the sarcophagus and pushed the lid down.
"He doesn't seem to be afraid that we will just snatch the mummies here......" Lumian muttered in a low voice.
Franka laughed softly:
"Maybe they just look down on us."
Jane did not join their communication, and cast her gaze on the inside of the gold-based sarcophagus curiously and fearfully.
There was a corpse wrapped in tawny cloth strips, its mouth slightly open, its eyes were only faint black holes, and its body surface seemed to have traces of the oil that had spilled out.
Being in a foreign country, Franca didn't have much scruples, so she took out a mirror and did divination in front of Salente.
Salente's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly returned to normal, as if he had seen something like this too many times.
Not long after, an old voice with the sound of water came from Franka's mirror:
"It's a real mummy, but it's not an ancient one."
Franka suddenly raised her head and looked at Sarent, the owner of the elixir shop.
Salient smiled quite awkwardly:
"I lied just now, this is not a mummy from five centuries ago, in fact, it was only made and sent here two weeks ago, but anyway, it has gone through a complete, long mummification process, and the only difference from those ancient mummies is that it has not been put in the tomb long enough."
An "ancient" mummy that was only released two weeks ago? Lumian looked at Sarente and asked casually:
"You hunt living people to make mummies?"
Salente shook his head slightly:
"There is no need for that, so many people die every day in the Southern Continent, you can buy a lot of fresh corpses for some money, hiring people to hunt is much more expensive than this, if you do it yourself, the time cost is too high."
He unconsciously analyzed the pros and cons of several options.
After listening to the explanation of the owner of the elixir shop, Jian Na looked at the mummy and had a completely different feeling:
It was a person who hadn't died for many years.
And his body was placed here and sold as goods.
Although a two-week-old mummy can also be used and is also a qualified auxiliary material, Franka definitely wants to get a better one.
She sighed and withdrew her gaze from the fresh mummy and asked Salente:
"Are there any older mummies?"
Sarente "uh" for a few seconds before asking cautiously:
"Is it okay last year?"
This is the most "oldest" mummy in the basement.
Franka sighed helplessly:
"Okay."
Salente led the three of them a little disappointed and turned into another burial chamber.
He originally thought that Lumian and the others were going to buy a whole mummy to go back, so he showed them the most intact one, but now it seemed that the other party only wanted part of it.
Last year's tawny mummy was very mutilated, not only did it have no parts below the torso, but even the chest and abdomen had hideous cavities.
After Franca's divination confirmed the authenticity, Salente asked not as enthusiastically as before:
"How much do you need?"
"50 grams." Franka plans to stock up a little more.
Sarente calculated:
"500 Felkin."
Franka immediately paid the money, watched as Salente took out a hammer and a short knife out of nowhere, and knocked off the mummy's small half of the arm with a gesture like mining ore.
Jane Na was stunned, for her, this was really a bit bloody and brutal.
She has watched the gangsters burn and killed people with her own hands, but she has never seen anyone treat human bodies as cheap goods.
Franka sighed secretly, forcing herself to suppress all kinds of emotions to the bottom of her heart.
This is the cruelty of the transcendent world and the magic medicine system, but it is also unusually beautiful compared to the "gift".
After taking the small half of the mummy's arm, Franka took Janna and walked out of the tomb in silence, with Lumian and Sarente following side by side.
They went back less than three meters, and the kerosene lamps in the corridor shrank at the same time, and the light was extremely dim.
Salente tilted his head in astonishment, his face cloudy.
(End of this chapter)