Chapter 550 The Source of Familiarity (Asking for a Monthly Pass in the Last Two Days)
"Is it related to the 'Heavenly Master'?" Franka suddenly became energetic.
She immediately fell into doubt:
"In the Quaternary Tril, what do you hear and see that we don't hear or see?"
Everyone is together, unless it was the time before they met, but Jianna shouldn't know!
Without waiting for Lumian to answer, Franka thought for a moment:
"The aftereffects of using the 'Eye of Truth'?"
She remembered Lumian's anomaly at that time.
"Yes." Lumian nodded, pulled a chair and sat down, starting from the scene of two stones colliding, sparking, igniting dry leaves and dead branches, all the voices were roaring "Heavenly Master".
The more Franka listened, the more focused she became, and she didn't like to exchange a few words in the middle as usual.
During this process, her eyes gradually withdrew a little, like memories looking at each other.
When Lumian finished speaking, she didn't move for a long time, as if the robot doll had been pressed the pause button.
After more than ten seconds, Franka suddenly sat up straight, pinched her nose, and forced a smile:
"Sure enough, the 'Heavenly Master' is our world.
"The fragments of civilization you received are very similar to part of my country's history, but there are some differences...... Maybe that's the real history hidden beneath the surface?
"The 'Heavenly Master' is also trying to interfere and enter this world, and has a strong influence on the two paths of 'Secret Practitioner' and 'Knowledgeable', just like that Heavenly Venerable is to 'Diviner', 'Apprentice' and 'Thief'?
"The depravity of some monks in the Deep Valley Monastery and the abnormality of the 'hidden sage' state are all related to the 'Heavenly Master'?"
The more Franka spoke, the clearer her thoughts became, and her lake-colored eyes were crystal clear.
"That's what I guessed too." Lumian agreed with Franca's statement.
Franka stood up and paced back and down as if no one was around, as if thinking about how to follow this line and find out the truth about the crossing of the members of the Curly Baboon Research Society.
A few minutes later, she said to herself:
"The two worlds are more closely connected than I expected, not just through the River Styx......
"We should still be able to find many traces of world interaction......"
Speaking of this, Franka stopped pacing and looked at Lumian:
"When we are a little stronger and have saved enough gold, I think you can summon Chen Tu again, that armor shadow, he should also have a certain understanding of the 'Heavenly Master'."
"Okay." Lumian agreed.
Franka fell silent again, not knowing what she remembered.
After a moment, she took out four brass-colored metal flakes and handed them to Lumian:
"The 'Speak the Language' charm you want, the one with the most complex pattern allows you to understand the languages of the Southern Continent, and the others can only be used in the ancient Versak language family, and the opening spell is the word 'knowledge' in the ancient Hermes language."
She and "Kuma" completed the delivery of the items through Ms. "Hela"'s messenger, and the other party was quite efficient.
After Lumian gave her the money Franca had advanced, he "teleported" out of Trier and returned to Port Santa.
Hearing that there was no movement outside, Jian Na carefully opened the bedroom door and poked her head out:
"Lumian is gone?"
"Yes." Franka replied not too emotionally.
Jane Na glanced at her, didn't ask about what happened just now, and led the topic to the stack of information related to the underground tomb.
Late at night.
Franka returned to her room.
After glancing at the small analysis machine and the accompanying typewriter and radio transceiver, she did not sit down and start the chat activity as usual, but climbed directly into bed.
She sat in the middle of the bed, leaning back on the pillow, hugging her legs, curled herself up, and looked at the red moon and stars outside the window without focus.
What Lumian said today made her fall into the reminiscence of the past again, but the more obvious the emotional fluctuations, the less she wanted to show her vulnerability in front of others, and kept forcibly enduring it, pretending that she had recovered.
When there was no one else around, when the night became quiet, and when those stars that seemed to be eternal appeared high in the sky, she took off her thick "armor" and immersed herself in that emotion.
After looking at it for an unknown amount of time, Franka lowered her head and buried her face between her knees.
This night, she dreamed a lot, a lot, dreaming of carrying her broad shoulders as she kept moving forward when she was young, dreaming of a touch of gray hair on her sideburns that she saw in a trance, dreaming of dishes that were not very delicious but always the most to her liking, dreaming of the purest mood of her youth, and dreaming of the self that everyone called "lively atmosphere" and "big heart"......
Those twenty years of life flooded her mind in the form of fragments, making her unconsciously open her eyes, quietly feeling the slight coolness on her face, and didn't want to move at all.
Suddenly, she remembered something:
Previously, on the fourth floor of the catacombs, she and Jane Na had met a man who felt a little familiar to her.
At that time, she thought that the original owner of the body had seen each other before, but now, she finally remembered why she felt familiar:
The man looked a lot like the person she had crossed through the country before!
Although he made certain modifications to his appearance, so that Franka didn't have an association at the first time, but now Franka was very sure that his facial features and his outline were different from the people she had seen in this world, softer and not deep enough!
After brushing the floor, Franka sat up and thought in horror and excitement:
"In addition to those of us who wear souls, there are also those who travel through the body?
"Or, if you have mastered the method, you can freely travel between the two worlds?"
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After breakfast, Lumian entered the bathroom in the master bedroom and took out a low-level "Speak the Language" charm from the "Traveler's Bag".
"Knowledge!" He whispered the corresponding words in the ancient Hermes.
The brass-like talisman suddenly ignited a blue-green flame and quickly disappeared.
At the same time, Lumian only felt that his mind had become extremely clear, and he seemed to have instantly understood a lot of additional knowledge, grasping the source of many words and their connections with each other.
Today he was going to the oldest fishing village and possibly meet the "Governor of the Sea", and he felt the need to quietly master the plateau language so as not to miss important clues!
And the effect of this talisman can last for seven days.
Out of the bedroom, Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano in a taxi to 21 Rue de Santa Lana and met Marta, the old grandmother of the Paco family.
She doesn't look like she is in her sixties, with fine wrinkles growing on the corners of her eyes, and she looks like she is in her early fifties.
At this time, the old lady with gray hair and light blue eyes was wearing a black widow-like dress, a dark old-fashioned soft hat, and her face was so pale that there was no blood at all.
"Mr. Berry, I'm sorry to trouble you." Rubio. Paco nodded to Lumian standing next to the carriage.
He would accompany his mother to Milo Village to meet the "Governor of the Sea".
Lumian led Ludwig to Georgia:
"Please help me take care of him and wait for me to come back from Milo Village."
This time it was Ruvio who helped translate.
Georgia said with a smile:
"Don't worry, I will prepare enough meals for him."
She had already discovered that the little boy had the appetite of two or three adults, but as the godson of a big adventurer, it was understandable that he was special.
Lumian was not worried at all about whether Ludwig would be bullied at Paco's house, he pretended not to understand the plateau language, and waited for Lugano to finish translating:
"One meal every two hours."
After saying that, he sat on the right side of the coachman and did not enter the carriage.
Before that, he carefully translated Lumian's last instructions.
Although he didn't know what would happen to Ludwig when he was extremely hungry, he always felt that it would not be a good thing, so he repeatedly emphasized it twice.
When the carriage slowly moved, Georgia suddenly grasped the key point of the translation's words just now:
"Two hours a meal?
"Two hours?"
The Paco family's carriage drove through the gray stone streets, and Lumian leaned against the wall of the carriage, retracted his right leg, and stepped on the edge of the coachman's seat.
Lugano glanced sideways at him, feeling a little apprehensive.
He was also a bounty hunter with a lot of experience, and he knew that there must be something wrong with such a seemingly ordinary task that made Ruvio willing to help his employer hide in Milo Village.
Looking at the pedestrians with cold weapons on the street, Lugano's heart went up and down from time to time, always afraid that a few figures would suddenly appear in the crowd and launch indiscriminate attacks on himself and others.
The sun was still fierce in Puerto Santa in October, and the streets that had just rained heavily at night had not completely dried up, and Lugano was looking forward to arriving in Milo Village as soon as possible.
He subconsciously looked at his employer again and found that Lumian had narrowed his eyes at some point, lowered his straw hat, and looked like he was taking a leisurely nap, showing no signs of nervousness at all.
Shout...... With a strong man like him, there should be no problem...... Lugano calmed himself silently.
The carriage traveled all the way north, out of the port of Santa, and arrived at a village backed by the rest of the Dalliege Mountains and facing the blue ocean.
Fishing boats here are going out to sea one after another, and you can sometimes hear loud singing and the chirping of seabirds.
The buildings in Milo Village are quite historic, with brown, yellow, or off-white exterior walls all made of stone bricks, the lower part has been blackened, and the wooden components have been replaced, but weeds still grow.
On the side near the mountain, there is a small church belonging to the "Earth Mother Goddess", and facing the fishing village pier is the mansion of the "Governor of the Sea".
It is four stories high, with gray bricks on a white background, with spires, towers, and a fan of bluish stained glass, like a church and a place of worship that surpasses human dwellings.
Seeing that he had finally arrived at his destination and nothing happened on the way, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out of the carriage, and saw two maids supporting the old lady Marta, step by step towards the building where the "Governor of the Sea" was located, Rubio. Paco was by his side.
At this moment, Lugano heard the voice of his employer:
"Look at what kind of illness that old lady had?"
Belch...... Lugano glanced at Lumian, who was standing beside him at some point, wearing a golden straw hat, raised his hand and tapped his forehead, and turned on his "spiritual vision".
He stared at the back of the old lady Marta for a few seconds, and after the other party completely entered the mansion of the "Governor of the Sea", he frowned and said:
"The most obvious thing is excessive blood loss and thin vitality......"
Lu Gano paused for a moment, and hesitated to make a summary:
"It's not like being sick, it's more like being injured."
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(End of this chapter)