Inside a four-wheeled four-seater carriage.
Amandina sat opposite Lumian, excitedly looking at the Intis sycamore trees on the side of the road, the shops still brightly lit, the beautiful arcade streets, the gentlemen and ladies slipping turtles, and some citizens in fancy clothes, and praised from the bottom of her heart:
"As expected of Trier, it's better than I imagined."
"I hope you won't withdraw this evaluation after staying for a long time." Lumian wanted to mock a couple of words, but there were too many things to mock in Trier, and he couldn't find the most representative one for a while, so he could only respond to Amandina in this way.
Amandina took her gaze away from the carriage window and said regretfully:
"It's a pity that I have to go back to Port Pelos at dawn."
She plans to apply for the entrance exams of some universities in Trier after graduating from grammar school.
Amandina glanced at the coachman in front of her, lowered her voice and asked Lumian:
"Why don't we just 'teleport' it directly?"
Lumian smiled leisurely:
"You are a guest, of course I have to show you around Trier."
Amandina looked at Lumian:
"I feel like you're lying to me."
"Your feelings are not wrong." Lumian laughed unabashedly, "Slow down to let the law of extraordinary trait aggregation work."
If he had taken Amandina to the entrance of the catacombs and gone straight to the Samaritan Springs as quickly as possible to complete what needed to be done, then Harrison, a visitor from Easter Island, might not have reacted and been affected by the law of aggregation, and made the decision to dive into the Samaritan Springs again at night.
Always allow enough time for the law of extraordinary trait aggregation to work!
Take your time and maybe a little faster.
"You, what do you want to gather?" Amandina saw Lumian's performance in the "Dream Festival" and became nervous.
"A target that is being tracked." Lumian leaned against the wall of the compartment and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, your safety is absolutely guaranteed."
Amandina heard this and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Louis. Berry is still very trustworthy, and all the promises he has made have been fulfilled.
What she didn't know was that if Franka or Jane were here, she would definitely ask rhetorically, "Is it just safe? Will you not be injured, tortured, or affected by your mind and spirit?"
Amandina glanced at the coachman's position across the box wall and whispered:
"Aren't you afraid that the coachman will hear what you say?"
I haven't been holding back my voice just now!
Lumian laughed and said:
"He can't hear it."
Amandina was stunned for a moment, trying to understand with her occult knowledge:
"You, you quickly created a 'spiritual wall'?"
"You can think so." Lumian is too lazy to explain to Amandina what a "fictional bottle" is.
Amandina relaxed and asked with a smile:
"Those two ladies just now were your lovers?"
Lumian "huh":
"You should ask this question in front of them?"
"That's so embarrassing, they will definitely be angry!" Amandina's emotional intelligence is still good.
"Won't I be angry?" Lumian asked amusedly.
Amandina smiled "hehe":
"You don't look like someone who gets angry about this kind of thing."
She pointed out the window and said:
"Is that the Trier Higher Normal College?"
"Your technique of changing the subject is really blunt." Lumian unceremoniously taunted Amandina.
In this way, the four-wheeled four-seater taxi arrived at Purgatory Square at a normal speed.
As Lumian descended the stairs, he took out a white candle, threw it to Amandina, and told her about the taboos in the catacombs.
Amandina listened attentively and lit one of the candles in a spiritual way:
"I've seen it in some magazines, but none of them are as detailed as you have now.
"Do these taboos really have to be followed? What happens if you don't comply? For example, what if I didn't light a candle?"
As they spoke, the two of them had come to the place where the words were engraved with "Stop! Ahead is the Empire of Death!" In front of the boulder gate of the warning message.
The gray-haired tomb keeper behind the door, wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, glanced at Lumian, but did not prevent the two from entering the catacombs at night.
Lumian looked ahead, walked through the bones piled up on the side of the road, and said in a flat tone:
"Then you will disappear from this world, your parents will forget that you have such a daughter, your ex-fiancé will forget that there was such a fiancée, your friends will forget you, your servants will forget you, maybe only I remember you."
Although Amandina is an extraordinary person equivalent to Sequence 7, and has seen some of the tragedies that occurred in the "Dream Festival", and her ex-fiancé is particularly good at summoning the undead, she still can't help but feel a little scared in a place like the Catacombs, which is gloomy and dark, with many bones and the smell of death everywhere.
This matched Lumian's explanation, causing the hair on her back to stand up, and the palm holding the white candle became harder and harder.
"The first time I entered the catacombs, I thought, this is really a good place to tell horror stories, but unfortunately, until now, there are not many opportunities like this." A smile appeared on Lumian's face.
Amandina was stunned for a moment:
"You were telling a horror story just now?"
"Yes, the scariest thing about this horror story is that every word of it is true." Lumian responded with a smile.
"......" Amandina was frightened again.
She quickened her pace, afraid of being thrown away by Lumian.
The two went all the way to the fourth floor of the catacombs, and there were many skeletons that suddenly moved on the way to try to trip Amandina, making the girl almost scream.
Finally, Lumian took Amandina to the decayed and mottled huge tomb that hid the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain".
He glanced left and right, and said to himself silently:
"I didn't encounter the shadow of the suspected Christmona this time......
"He used to wander in the fourth tomb in search of a female 'witch', and after achieving his goal, he no longer had such an obsession?"
Lumian retracted his gaze and threw a mirror to Amandina:
"Take it, wait for me here."
"Waiting here?" Amandina looked around in a slight panic.
The surroundings were dark and deep, there were many tombs, rotten and dilapidated, and I didn't know what was hidden in the shadows.
"Soon." Lumian did not appease him, and went straight through the half-open stone door and entered the tomb.
Within a few steps, he met the tomb keeper, wrinkled like a corpse rather than a living.
The old administrator, who was also wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, did not stop Lumian and stood quietly in place, allowing him to pass.
After reaching the downward, soothing slope, Lumian took out a mirror and the "Black Tears" forehead that had been burned for more than half an hour from the "traveler's bag".
Outside the huge tomb, Amandina saw Lumian's face appear on the surface of the mirror through the yellowish light of the white candle, and the other party's voice rang in her ears:
"Press your hand to the mirror."
Amandina, who was already experienced, quickly pressed her hand holding the white candle to the mirror.
Familiar through the icy current, and the familiar terrifying suction and weightless fall, Amandina soon found herself beside Lumian.
Lumian put away the "black tears" and the mirror, pointed to the depths of the slope and said:
"It's just below."
…………
Next to the huge tomb that hides the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", in the gap between two ancient tombs twenty or thirty meters apart from it.
Holding a white candle, Franka cautiously leaned out and glanced at the target.
She immediately withdrew her body and muttered to Jianna:
"This candle is really annoying, we can't hide it well.
"How can this ambush Harrison?"
The dim yellow light of the white candle stands out in the deep and pure darkness.
Jane looked at Franka and smiled:
"And vice versa, Harrison can't approach silently without being discovered by us.
"Moreover, we can effectively reduce the impact of candlelight by hiding in this corner, it can't travel that far."
Franka knew this, and just complained casually just now.
She suddenly remembered something, and asked with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth:
"Did you see Anthony?"
"Uh......" Jianna was also stunned.
At this time, Anthony's voice came in from outside the crack:
"I've always been here."
With his voice, Franka and Jane finally saw the companion.
He stood openly on the road outside, holding a lit white candle that the two "witches" had not noticed before.
"'Psychological invisibility' is awesome......" Franka praises envy.
The principle of "psychological invisibility" and other "invisibility" abilities is completely different, mainly to put oneself in the psychological blind spots and blind spots of consciousness of the people around them, so that they can ignore the situation here.
Anthony replied simply:
"Candlelight is a powerful thing to attract attention here, and it will also reduce the effect of my 'psychological invisibility', and I have to be very focused to maintain it."
Franka and Jane didn't speak anymore, hiding in the cracks between the tombs, listening to the voices around them.
…………
In front of the faint gray and white mist that gently contracted and expanded.
Lumian examined his state again:
The cold that burst from within occupied his body, causing most of his emotions and desires to wither, but the malice and irritability caused by the negative effects of the contract still existed and became more and more intense.
He was in very good condition now, and he endured without relying much on the ability of the "ascetic".
Amandina also had a similar reaction, her face was "frozen" and white, while she gritted her teeth to prevent her strange self from coming out.
Lumian grabbed her arm and extended his left palm holding the white candle towards the gray mist.
As his chest warmed up, the two of them successfully walked into the fog.
Everything became quieter.
ps: Ask for a monthly pass at the end of the month~
(End of this chapter)