Crashing, the azure waves crashed at the bottom of the cliff, blooming into white flowers.
Lumian walked to the lighthouse that was said to have been left behind by the Intes when they first arrived on Saint-Tik Island, and looked out over the ocean in the distance.
At this time, there was still a long time before the night, and the crimson moonlight had not yet shone here, creating a dreamy and confusing scene, so there were no tourists to hang out at the lighthouse, and the surroundings were very quiet.
Lumian circled around the lighthouse with a distinct Roselle period style, and went in to visit for nearly a quarter of an hour, but found no trace of the "devil wizard".
He just wanted to see if the other party woke up last night to remember the past, reminisce about his wife, calm down his inner state, and find the motivation to continue walking.
"Young man, there is nothing beautiful here during the day, but it will be completely different at night." The lighthouse keeper smoked a tobacco cigarette directly wrapped in roasted tobacco leaves, kindly reminding Lumian.
Lumian asked with a smile:
"Will anyone come in the middle of the night?"
"Yes." The half-hundred-man guarding the lighthouse said in a boastful tone, "Those playboys from Trier like to bring girls here in the middle of the night to watch the moonlight."
"Is there anyone who likes to wear a hood and pretend to be a wizard?" Lumian asked further.
The lighthouse keeper showed a reminiscing expression:
"Occasionally, several times I thought it was a ghost."
"Did he come late last night?" The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up slightly.
His substitution, his speculation, no problem!
This may be a similar experience that allows him to better understand Boorman's psychological state and paranoid thoughts.
"I don't know, I didn't see it anyway." The lighthouse keeper replied.
Lumian didn't ask too much, and planned to come back after the early morning, when the moonlight was at its most beautiful.
For the next three hours, he "visited" the really famous food shops in Port Faring, asking similar questions and failing to obtain any valid information.
It can be seen that the "devil wizard" Boorman is quite restrained in his normal state, not in the state of acting completely on instinct, and rarely goes to crowded places.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the small steam train station in Port Farin and bought a ticket to the Andatna volcanic mine for 3 Felkin.
If you want to go there to watch the sunset, you have to go now.
Ugh, clang, clang, the iron-black and rough front of the car spewed out thick smoke, dragging the long carriage and running on the sleepers.
It gradually changed from slow to fast, like a huge giant finally overcoming the original inertia and mobilizing all the parts.
Lumian sat by the window, holding a golden straw hat, quietly admiring the plantations that kept retreating.
Near six o'clock, the train stopped outside the Andatna volcanic mine.
Lumian put on his straw hat and did not enter the mine, and followed the road next to him to the top of the volcano.
Gradually, green began to sparse, and gray and black became the main color here, and occasionally a few reddish rocks could be seen.
The closer you got to the top, the more desolate it became, and the gray-black grit slept silently in the rustling wind.
Because there is no obscuration from trees and shrubs, Lumian's vision is extremely wide, and it feels that there is a strange grandeur here, representing the grandeur of desolation and dead silence.
Along the whitish road that was stepped on by the travelers between the gray and black main colors, Lumian walked step by step to the crater, and below the inside was a coal-black color, dotted with reddish depressions.
The temperature here is a little warmer than the ground.
Ugh, the wind walked unscrupulously in this place without any obstruction, blowing the gray and black sand flying up, blowing humans swaying.
In such a scene, the sun that was about to set in the sky sprinkled golden and red light, making the desolation and dead silence seem to burn, and the sunken reddish part became more and more intense.
Lumian pressed the straw hat on his head and walked two or three hundred meters along the crater.
Suddenly, the wind on the top of the mountain subsided, and the permeating sand and gravel fell one after another.
Lumian suddenly saw a figure standing quietly outside the crater, on the gray-black slanted wall below, in the last brilliant sunlight.
He was wearing a black robe and a deep hood, and he watched intently as the golden sun sank little by little.
Lumian's expression did not change at all, and he walked over step by step without directly attacking.
Sensing his approach, the man in the black hood turned around, revealing his pale face with several rotten wounds and large patches of bleak fluff.
This is exactly the "devil wizard" Boorman!
Perhaps because of this kind of scenery and good memories, Boorman, who is known for his madness, actually said a little tiredly:
"You actually found this place."
Lumian, who always pressed the golden straw hat on his head, lest it be blown away by the strong wind, laughed at himself and said:
"If it weren't for my illusions and hopes, if it weren't for the many enemies waiting for me to find them, I would often go back to Kordu Village, to the nearest alpine pasture, where the grass is very green, a large, large, with pale yellow flowers, walking with many sheep, the sky is as blue as jewels, and the white clouds that float by from time to time are like sheep on the ground, and at night, there will be many stars, they are densely packed, like diamond gravel at the bottom of a clear river......"
Standing in the blazing sunlight and the grand dead silence, Lumian recalled the village of Kordu and the alpine pasture to himself.
Boorman did not interrupt him, and when he finished speaking, he said with a trance-like expression, laughing more ugly than crying:
"Helen and I thought when we thought of coming here to watch the sunset, and we could come over immediately if we bought a ticket, but she never came ...... again."
And you don't even need to take the steam train...... Lumian sighed slowly and said:
"What happened in the first place?"
Boorman's facial muscles twisted slightly, and his expression revealed undisguised pain:
"We were deceived, there was something wrong with that treasure map, we met a real sea monster!
"Damn Islanders, Helen has always believed that they are used to fraud and like to be thugs, because there is no other way out, all decent positions are occupied by pure Intisians, but we are so good to him, so believe him, he still partners with others to deceive us for money!
"I want to kill him, kill those liars, kill all the islanders!"
Lumian chuckled and said:
"Among those triers who consider themselves noble, there are also fraudsters, and there are also those who sell their bodies, I never discriminate against the islanders as a whole, but I am wary of individual islanders."
Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly had an idea:
"The islander who deceived you is a 'thief' path?"
"Yes." Boorman's face twitched, as if he couldn't control the anger in his heart.
Is the "scammer" playing? Lumian asked cautiously:
"Does he have a habit of wearing a monocle or pinching the socket of this eye?"
He pointed to his right eye.
"No." Boorman didn't seem to understand why Lumian asked.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief:
"What's his name? Did you kill him?"
Boorman's pale face was suddenly congested, and drops of rotten liquid flowed down:
"His name is Mark. Benito!
"After that time, he disappeared, and I never found him!"
Lumian didn't provoke Boorman anymore, and instead asked:
"Which treasure were you looking for at that time?"
"In the depths of the misty sea, there is an island where the people who live on it will not grow old or really die." Boorman recalled the treasure rumors he had collected, "There is reason to believe that there are very precious things hidden on that island, and we didn't want to be enemies of the islanders, we just wanted to sneak into the island and steal some anti-aging medicine."
He spoke a little messily and skipped a lot of content in between.
"This is very similar to the treasure legend of 'Fountain of Youth'." Lumian thought for a moment, "The "Great Adventurer" series of novels has already implied that 'Fountain of Youth' is a lie.
Boorman ignored him and continued:
"We found some evidence and also obtained a treasure map to that island, who knows, map, map is fake!
"The sea monster destroyed our ship, and Helen stood in front of me so that I could use that special sorcery...... I looked at her, watched her being torn in two by the sea monster, and looked at her eyes full of despair......"
Boorman gasped and couldn't continue.
"After that, you moved on to the 'Reaper' path?" Lumian changed the subject.
Boorman's cold flaxen eyes suddenly brightened:
"Yes, only the god of death who is in charge of the 'death' realm can bring Helen back to life!
"In that treasure legend, many details also show that only the god of death can live forever, and only by mastering the mystery of death can the deceased truly return! Those islanders will not die, but will be resurrected!"
"Do you really believe in that treasure?" After Lumian asked this question, he already had an answer.
The half-mad Boorman will grab every life-saving straw and believe every rumor that could bring Helen back to life.
"I believe it." Boorman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because, some time ago, I met people from that island, there really is such an island, there are really so many islanders who will not grow old and will not really die!"
"Really?" Lumian blurted out.
Boorman said with a fanatical look in his eyes:
"I wanted to catch him, but I was defeated by him, he didn't kill me, but sympathized with my experience and taught me some knowledge of the 'Death' realm, which hides the way to resurrection!
"Damn liar, Fidel's attendant turned out to be a liar, I didn't want to try the resurrection ritual so quickly, I'm not fully ready, but he turned out to be a liar, I'm going to kill him! The islanders are liars! All die!"
Is it really the person who came out of that island? Wouldn't be a liar again? It turned out that it was the scammer Roddy's affair that stimulated Boorman, well, and the influence of the islander...... Lumian squinted his eyes and said:
"What is the name of that islander and what does he look like?"
Bulman suddenly became alert, looked at Lumian and said:
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing this, Lumian sighed, put away the expression on his face, and said unusually calmly:
"I'll kill you."
Boorman was stunned for a moment, and laughed:
"Why? Bounty?"
Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, buried his body slightly, and replied in a low voice:
"Punish your sins and end your suffering."
Boorman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a cold expression:
"Then come on."
(End of this chapter)