Chapter 568 Possible Breakthrough
Franka was infected by Lumian's words, and echoed expectantly:
"Then we will catch the fox's tail, and when the time comes, summon good helpers and strive to kill a few more core members of 'April Fool's Day'!"
As she spoke, she gritted her teeth a little.
Lumian and Franka made all kinds of speculations and reasoning about the role and role played by "Salted Egg Superman" in last year's prank, but none of them made their eyes shine and felt that they had grasped the key one.
"Phew, there are still some important puzzle pieces missing." Franka exhaled and said, "Let's see if we can catch more fish."
She had to return to Trier.
Lumian said "hmm" and asked thoughtfully:
"How is your search for the descendants of the Tamara family?"
"I haven't gained much yet, but Ms. 'Judgment' plans to report this matter to other Major Arcana cards, and I hope they can help keep an eye on it." Franka briefly talked about the situation on her side.
Lumian looked at her face and said:
"I have a direction for investigation."
"What?" Franka was in high spirits.
The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up a little:
"Cha the other members of the Witch Sect in Trier.
"Since some members of the Tamara family have close ties with the Witch Sect, and may even jointly form a secret organization called the Spiritual Society, it is entirely possible that there are people among them who have directly joined the Witch Sect.
"Moreover, isn't the task given to you by Lady 'Judgment' to blend into the witch sect and figure out the current state and problems of the 'Primordial Witch'? Don't you investigate other witches, get information from them, and wait until you become a strong person of the level of the 'Red Witch'? At that time, how can there be so many angelic 'hunters' extraordinary characteristics to help you change back to your original gender?"
"Why the 'Red Witch'?" Franka instinctively focused on this question.
Lumian smiled:
"Have you forgotten your nickname, Ms. 'Red Boots'!"
Franka smiled awkwardly:
"Isn't that to create character characteristics and easily change them when you run away, which is significantly different from the description on the wanted notice?
"Cough, wouldn't it be too dangerous to investigate other witches under the nose of the 'Black Witch'?"
Lumian raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully:
"What is the purpose of investigating the Tamara family?"
"Investigate the person in the mirror." Franka replied subconsciously.
Lumian asked again:
"Investigate who gave the person in the mirror the task."
"It's the 'Black Witch'......" Franka suddenly closed her mouth.
She then said to herself:
"However, you still have to grasp the degree and falsify the source of the information, otherwise, you will still be suspected."
Lumian didn't say anything more, grabbed Franka's shoulder, and planned to send her back to Trier.
Franka glanced at the window with the curtain pulled, and said eagerly:
"Remember to ask me to do it when you visit the combat nuns later."
She arrived at Santa Harbor in the afternoon and went out for a long time under the pseudonym "Chanem" and the appearance on Lumian's fake identity certificate.
Lumian sneered:
"Don't think about it, you can't get them pregnant."
Franka replied unconvincedly:
"Theoretically, it's not impossible, it's more dangerous, think about it, Mrs. Puaris."
Lumian was speechless.
"Moreover, life is not just about having children......" Franka continued to look for reasons.
Lumian exhaled silently, stimulating the black mark on his right shoulder.
He took Franka, who was still talking, and disappeared into the master bedroom of the suite.
Not long after, Lumian returned to the position he left in.
He shook his head and laughed at Franka, then sat down on the back chair again.
I have to say that being able to jokingly communicate with friends like this for a while without any defenses when thinking of anything or saying anything is still very helpful to relieve the pent-up emotions in his heart.
Lumian, who had relaxed again, leaned on the back of his chair and sorted out the information about the sea prayer ritual and the rhetoric of all parties in his mind, trying to find details that might reveal traces of the existence of "Salted Egg Superman" and confirm whether there were any problems he had ignored.
As a "conspirator", Lumian does not need to list the key points on paper, but relies on his eyes to hint, and all the information is distributed in his mind at the same time, connected into a huge spider web, slowly turning and changing.
After a while, he sat up straight abruptly.
He found a breakthrough that might reveal the essence of the sea prayer ritual.
Lumian stood up, walked out of the master bedroom, and saw Ludwig eating charred potato egg cakes at the dining table on the living room side.
He sat down opposite the little boy, smiling and taking out the compound eyes of the mutant black spider, a spiritual material that did not contain extraordinary properties.
After brushing the floor, Ludwig raised his head and looked at Lumian.
"Can you eat this thing?" Lumian threw away the black compound eyes.
Ludwig nodded heavily:
"Yes."
Lumian was curious for a while, and took out his "secret glasses" and said:
"Can you eat this?"
"Not yet." Ludwig replied honestly.
Not yet, that is, maybe in the future? Lumian put away his "secret glasses" and placed the compound eyes of the mutant black spider on the dining table in front of him:
"I want to ask you to translate a sentence, if you can give me the correct answer, then it is your food."
Grunt, Ludwig swallowed his saliva and said:
"Okay."
Lumian recalled Lato. The strange language that Giaro spoke made a rattling sound.
He concluded:
"That's probably it."
Ludwig shook his head in disappointment:
"I don't understand."
He paused for a moment and then said:
"But it seems to have been heard somewhere, it's a bit familiar."
This is the time when the mind body is sealed, and most of the memories and knowledge are sealed? In Ludwig's reluctant gaze, Lumian put the compound eyes of the mutant black spider back into the "traveler's bag".
Ludwig stuffed the potato egg cake and muttered vaguely:
"If you can find a creature that understands this language to eat for me, then I can help you translate."
This is ...... Lumian asked in slight surprise:
"Eating something can give it a certain ability or knowledge?"
"There is a maintenance time, it also depends on the specific situation." Ludwig explained simply, without giving a detailed explanation.
Lumian nodded thoughtfully:
"Can you tell the information about the Battins Black Worm because you ate that kind of bug some time ago?"
"Hmm." Ludwig nodded, "It wants to sneak attack me, it has been waiting for a long time."
So that's the case, I thought you had regained some of your memory and knowledge...... Sure enough, the paralyzing attack won't just target Lugano, after all, it could turn into a trap at any moment...... Lumian stood up, left the dining table, and walked back to the master bedroom in Ludwig's pitiful eyes.
He had nowhere to find Ludwig the creature that understood the "language of the sea", and the people of the Fisheries Guild could not be sure whether the meaning they interpreted was correct.
After entering the master bedroom and closing the door, Lumian said in a low voice with the mentality that he would not lose anything by asking:
"Thermiporos, do you know that language, do you know what that sentence really means?"
Thermibolos' magnificent cascading voice rang out, ringing in Lumian's ears:
"Anyway, it doesn't mean 'marry the sea as proof of conquest'."
After saying this, Thermipolos returned to his silence, completely without explaining the true meaning to Lumian.
Cheng, you might as well not answer!" Confirmed my guess without saying the real thing! Hehe, would you just pretend to understand? Lumian scolded secretly, feeling that Thermiporos, the destined angel, was becoming less and less direct and straightforward than he used to be, and he didn't know the art of speaking.
He gradually understands how to be angry!
Lumian calmed down, sat back in the back chair, spread out the letterhead, and began to write letters to the "magician" lady.
With the mentality of recording travel experiences, he recounted what he saw and heard in Santa Harbor, and finally wrote down the words in an unknown language in a patchwork pronunciation, and gave what the fisheries association thought it meant - "O sea, I will marry you as a symbol of my conquest of you", and then made a request:
"Ma'am, have you ever seen this language and do you know what it really means?"
After folding the letter, Lumian arranged the ceremony and summoned the "doll" messenger.
After the "doll" messenger wearing a light gold dress walked out of the candlelight, he glanced left and right, and said fiercely:
"Don't let that dirty child come near me!"
"He eats outside and won't come in without my permission." For some reason, Lumian heard a bit of hidden fear from the menacing words of the "doll" messenger.
The "doll" messenger nodded in satisfaction:
"You have to take care of it!
"If it is disobedient, I won't give it food!"
Use it as a pronoun...... Lumian smiled and said:
"If I don't give him food, something even more terrifying may happen."
The "doll" messenger was silent for a moment and said:
"Then give it more food!"
After saying that, the doll-like messenger quickly retracted into the candlelight with the letter paper folded into squares.
Lumian ended the ceremony, extinguished the candles, looked at the door of the master bedroom, and muttered to himself silently:
"It is indeed a dangerous creature that has been sealed......"
He immediately took out the gold-shelled pocket watch he got from the Breeze Ballroom, pressed it open, and took a look.
His whole body suddenly turned into a shadow and merged into the darkness.
He still has something to do tonight.
…………
The port area, the top floor of the castle-like building of the Fisheries Guild.
When Lumian came to the tower-like place, he saw Lato. Giaro was dressed in formal attire and was waiting there.
"Are you on duty tonight?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat on the top of his head and asked as if chatting with his friends.
Lato, a middle-aged man, sighed and said:
"Originally, it wasn't, but if you want to come over, that's it, you can't let an old man like the president come, right?"
Lumian didn't say anything more, pinched out one after another of red, red, and white fireballs that exploded in a delayed manner, and threw them at different corners of the tower.
After completing this matter, he said to Lato. Giaro waved his hand and returned to the shadows.
Lato walked to the entrance of the tower and clenched his fists with some fear.
Only thirty seconds passed, and those red and almost white fireballs exploded at the same time.
Boom!
The entire tower was engulfed in the rising fire, and the latto at the entrance was slapped out by the shockwave.
A large number of shiny scales had already appeared on his body surface to weaken the damage.
Boom!
In less than half an hour, the well-informed people in the entire Port of Santa knew one thing:
The fisheries guild was bombed!
(End of this chapter)