Chapter 539 One light and one dark
According to Lumian's thinking, after arriving at Santa Harbor, the first thing to investigate is what happened to last year's sea prayer ceremony and who was probably involved, so as to find out the traces left by the two core members of "April Fool's Day" and lock in their real identities step by step.
This is also the part that is most misled and trapped.
Without clarifying last year's prank in detail, Lumian doesn't need the help of the Minor Arcana card of "Knight of Swords" for the time being, so he can't let him help inquire about this matter, right?
This is the news that it is blocked in Santa Harbor, and unless the "Knight of Swords" happens to be here, it will not be of any help.
——Lumian had wanted to fully grasp the overall situation of the sea prayer ceremony and the details of last year's accident before arriving at Santa Harbor, but there was no place to inquire, and it seemed to be a secret that belonged to this place, and the people who participated in the prank among the "April Fool's Day" fringe members were just joining in the fun, doing some leftover work, and only providing a small amount of information from their own perspective.
Snap, Lumian's wrist shook, turning Ms. "Magician's" reply into a burning fireball.
He stood up, walked out of the master bedroom of the suite, and said to Lugano, who was waiting in the living room:
"Let's get a set of local identities."
"You have used Louis. Berry checked into the hotel in this capacity." Lugano thought for a moment and reminded Lumian.
Are you moving out of here now?
Wouldn't that waste a whole week's rent?
Thinking of the 10.5 ginliso, Lugano suddenly felt a little distressed.
Spending money is not a problem, but it cannot be wasted!
As a bounty hunter who has lived a hard life for many years, he is still quite sensitive to money, otherwise he would not have been able to cheekily ask Lumian for a "job".
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Lumian asked with a smile.
It was still hot in Port Santa in October, and he simply wore a linen shirt with a pair of brown trousers, holding the golden straw hat in his hand.
Lugano didn't know whether to say that he was mainly worried about money, but changed his mind and said:
"Boss, I just went to the street to buy a few newspapers and found that there are rumors in Faringport that you have hunted the 'devil wizard'."
When he saw this news, Lugano rubbed his eyes several times, wondering if he had read it wrong.
When did your boss kill the "devil wizard"?
How come I don't know?
When he remembered the master bedroom that was hit by artillery, he was skeptical.
"It's me." Lumian nodded lightly, responding to Lugano's words.
"......" Lugano briefly lost the ability to organize language.
After a few seconds, he held back his curiosity and made a sudden realization:
"You have earned a bounty of 60 Fairkin, as well as various loot, no wonder you have been so generous these days......
No wonder he didn't take the rent of twenty or thirty Felkin to heart.
"Those are all donated." Lumian said simply.
"Why?" Lugano blurted out.
Lumian glanced at him.
Lugano suddenly closed his mouth and said with a smile:
"It really needs to be moved out of here, 'Louis. Berry' is famous in the Misty Sea and is easy to target."
He accurately interpreted what the other party wanted to express from Lumian's glance just now:
Am I the boss, or are you the boss?
Do I need to explain to you that I donated my bounty?
"Who told you to move?" Lumian asked rhetorically with a smile.
"Don't move away...... Lugano was stunned.
Lumian smiled meaningfully:
"Otherwise, why don't you think I let the clergy of the 'Fool' Church who helped me collect the bounty hide my identity for me?"
High-profile adventurer Louis. Berry is a flag he erected on the surface to see what it will attract.
Therefore, it is necessary to have a hidden in the dark and an ordinary local identity to cooperate.
"I, I thought you just wanted to talk to Gelman. Sparrow is also famous." Lugano didn't know what the employer was really doing, but he could tell it was not as simple as it seemed.
Lumian laughed:
"Our generation of young people, who doesn't want to work with Gelman. Sparrow is also famous all over the world?"
This did satisfy his vanity, and was one of his purposes in not allowing Theis, the bishop of the Church of the "Fools", to help cover up the clues.
Only a superficial purpose that is real enough to make people believe can hide other intentions lurking underneath.
"Uh......" Lugano had the feeling of not being able to see the true face of his employer and judge his ultimate goal.
He immediately sighed in his heart:
Hey, I'm just a "cultivator", a "doctor", a bounty hunter with years of experience, and my mind is only ordinary......
Lumian glanced at Ludwig, who was obediently nibbling on the potato frittata next to him, and said:
"Let's go."
After saying that, he pushed the coat rack to the blind spot of his sight and hung the golden straw hat in his hand.
If you look from the opposite building, you will see a man wearing a straw hat standing in the corner.
After leaving the Solo Hotel, Lumian walked along the gray and white stone street to the busiest bar street near the port area, followed by Lugano, led by Ludwig.
At present, the streets are relatively old, full of various houses with white walls and red tiles, and there are four or five chairs at the entrances of some buildings, like in Kordu Village, and a few old women are sitting, they are basking in the sun and chatting, but they don't help each other catch lice.
When pedestrians pass by them, they will slow down and lower the voice of conversation without disturbing such peace and tranquility.
According to the knowledge gained from the chatter between Lumian and Francesco, the bartender at the bar on the ground floor of the "Asuka", this is a Fenneportian phenomenon produced by the combined influence of the belief in the "Earth Mother Goddess" and the emphasis on family traditions:
"Old grandmother culture".
In every family, the old grandmother with the highest seniority and who has given birth to many children is the most respected, and she is the undisputed "parent", who controls the life of every member of the family to some extent, and even if they go out of the house, they are also respected by outsiders, because such an old grandmother and mother are equivalent to the symbol of a big family, and the incarnation of the "Mother Earth" in that big family.
Religious beliefs and social traditions together guarantee such an old grandmother a special status.
Seeing this scene, Lumian couldn't help but think about a question:
In Leston Province, married women who are the actual parents have the right to receive the title "Madam" and have the prefix "Na" in their names.
You must know that the herders and merchants who come and go will inevitably bring back what they have seen and heard, and the transfer and business are ancient behaviors, which can be traced back to the Liège Mountains and the settlement of people on both sides of it.
Walking in the old but peaceful streets, walking in the bright sun, Lumian was a little in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to the village of Kordu, back to the busy season when adults either went to the fields, or went to the mountains to herd sheep or hunt, leaving only the busy season of old women and young children.
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Trier, the third level of the catacombs.
Jane Na closed her eyes and sensed for a while, but still didn't hear any sighs or other movements from the black "Crismona Night Pillar".
She confirmed the current state of the lower stand-in mirrors, carefully approached the pillar without traces of wind and frost, and pressed her palm up.
The black pillar that supported the top of the cave was cold, shaped like metal, but it still felt like a rock.
Jane's brain received nothing but this information.
"Still not." She shook her head at Franka again.
At the same time, she recalled the process of hearing Christmona's voice twice before, looking for common ground.
Once when she was promoted, and once when they were affected by some force in that special mirror world of Trirnay in the Fourth Age.
What they all have in common is that they are all in crisis and have strong emotions.
"The danger of being suppressed by the sacrificial square when I became a 'witch' is actually not great, the focus is on strong emotions?" Jianna whispered a few words, trying to recall the things that made her suffer and torment, and mobilized her emotions.
This includes the death of my mother, the separation from my brother, and all kinds of pain that I saw, heard, and experienced.
Jenna's mood fluctuated significantly, but she still didn't hear an illusory sigh, and she didn't feel anything abnormal in "Crismona Nightpillar".
Franka thought about it and said:
"There must be a special event to trigger it?"
"Maybe." Jian Na bit her lip lightly and said, "How about we go to the fourth floor and try? Lumian said that there is a shadow that is suspected to be formed after the death of the angel of the 'witch' path, and it should be Christmona."
Franka's heart moved:
"Yes, and that shadow is controlled by the seal and does not have the ability to attack humans, well, provided that we strictly abide by the set of rules of the catacombs."
After a brief discussion, the two went around to the "Crismona Night Pillar", changed the candles, and walked into the ancient mottled stone steps, descending step by step under the gaze of the real piles of dark gray human head reliefs on the surface of the rock walls on both sides.
"It's a great place for ghost stories, the atmosphere is amazing." Franka couldn't help but speak to break the dead silence that suffocated her.
Jian Na glanced sideways at her and teased:
"Are you scared?"
"How is that possible?" Franka responded hard.
Jane chuckled:
"If you are not afraid, you will directly tell ghost stories to scare me, but now I am just sighing, which shows that you mainly want to rely on your voice to strengthen your courage."
It's a waste of talent for you not to choose the "audience" route...... Do theater actors have to learn to figure out people? Franka was just about to argue a few words, but she had already walked the last ancient stone steps.
She and Jane felt depressed at the same time.
The next second, a yellowish candle was reflected in their eyes.
The candle did not belong to them, and it came from the distance on the fourth floor of the catacombs, faintly revealing it.
(End of this chapter)