Chapter 543 Client Bang, Franka kicked away the hand bone that was trying to block her and trip her. "Are you annoying? Can't you try something different?" She cursed and turned her head to look at the road sign next to her. That meant they had finally reached their destination. Each level of the catacombs is very large, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so many skeletons, and the road signs at each node can only indicate very limited information, and can only display the seven or eight most iconic place names and the nearby tombs. Franka and Janna found the "Tomb of the Thorn and Shield Wall" by returning to the small sacrificial square and starting from the beginning. Unlike the fourth-level tomb chamber which is basically closed and has no corpses and bones piled on the road, here there are scattered bones and rotten objects everywhere, and there is a faint, unpleasant odor. Janna's eyes passed over the pile of bones outside and saw several pieces of metal sheets embedded in the tomb wall. Their surfaces were blurry and showed signs of severe corrosion. Only vaguely could one see the shield wall and thorn symbols originally engraved on them. As for whether there were other patterns, it was now impossible to tell. "No wonder it's called the Thorn and Shield Wall Tomb." Franca sighed upon seeing this. At the same time, under the light of the dim candlelight, she saw some funerary objects placed in the grooves of the inner wall of the tomb. Some of them were made of wood and had long been weathered and decayed. Some were glass and ceramic utensils, which existed in the form of fragments. The only well-preserved one was a small glass bottle. Its surface was inlaid with hollow patterns that looked like it was made of gold, and it came with a uniquely shaped golden lid. Perhaps it was because of the protection of these metals that the glass bottle did not break, but it appeared gray and not very transparent. "It's very beautiful, like a work of art." After commenting, Franca asked in confusion, "Why didn't the workers who built the catacombs take it away?"

This looks like good value! "Maybe it was put into this chamber after the catacombs were built," Janna tried to explain. The two "witches" didn't think any more about it. Janna took out one of the substitute mirrors and gave it to Franca. She leaped over the pile of bones that seemed quiet but were actually dangerous, and landed at the door of the "Tomb of Thorns and Shield Wall" as light as a feather. After confirming the surrounding situation and finding no spiritual warning, Janna carefully approached the groove on the side wall along the ground that was not covered by the pale bones. She instinctively stretched out her right hand, then retracted it, took out an old handkerchief from her pocket, and placed it on her palm to avoid direct contact with the antique tear bottle. The tears in the tear bottle have long dried up. Janna looked at it again and again for a while before putting away the tear bottle, returning the same way and jumping next to Franca. "Is it so easy to complete the commission?" She whispered a little uncertainly. This was completely different from the last case she handled, the missing caretaker at Deep Valley Monastery. Franka sneered and said: "How much more difficult do you want for a 1000 Felkin commission?" "Yes, the difficulty lies in whether we have enough understanding of the potential dangers in the third level of the tomb." Janna carefully summed up her experience. ………… Solo Hotel. As Lumian, who had transformed into Louis Berry, walked into the front hall, he saw the youthful brown-haired girl in a red dress with black stripes dancing in the corner, stopping from time to time to correct her movements. Lumian had an idea, walked to the front desk, and took the opportunity to ask: "what is she doing?" This time, he used Intis language directly. The boss with gray hair, sunburned cheekbones, and a loose white robe was stunned for a moment, then replied in Intis with a Darriege accent: "She's my granddaughter, Isabella, and she's practicing for the 'Dance of the Sea' that she's going to perform next month." "Dance of the Sea"... "Dance of the Sea" during the sea prayer ceremony? Lumian didn't expect to get this answer, and smiled reflexively: “This will make a lot of girls jealous, right?”

The boss smiled clearly: "It's not like she became a 'Maid of the Sea', so not many people would be jealous of her, but having participated in the 'Dance of the Sea' performance is something that can make her proud and happy for a long time." Lumian motioned Lugano to take Ludwig back to the room, and asked the boss casually: "You come from Darriège?" "Yes, I'm Guillaume." The boss laughed at himself and said, "Ota Guillaume, when I saw your ID this morning, I wanted to greet you in Intis, but I gave up in the end. You know, Intis people are not necessarily good people. Even if we are from the same hometown, I have met several people with poor character." "How long have you been in Santa Port?" Lumian asked with interest, resting his right elbow on the front desk. Old Ota thought about it carefully: "Forty years, it should be forty years. At that time, I was a fellow in a caravan. I met my wife here and stayed here. Haha, she has become a nagging old lady now. She is either worrying about how to arrange clothes for when the weather gets cold, or reminding me to go home for dinner and leave the hotel to the fellows. She always arranges everything properly, so I don't need to worry about it. How great! It's hard to meet such a woman in Darriege." Lumian listened to Old Ota's rambling for a while before getting to the point: "I was invited by a friend to come to Santa Port to watch the sea prayer ceremony." "It was very lively, the whole port was partying." Old Ota did not hesitate to praise. Lumian glanced at Isabella who was still practicing dancing, and chatted casually: "I heard that there was an accident during last year's sea prayer ceremony?" "No," Old Ota responded with a puzzled look, "I watched the flower boat parade, the boat race and the 'Dance of the Sea', and there was nothing surprising." At this point, he frowned and fell into memories: "However, Sandro did say that the number of shipwrecks has increased significantly this year, there have been more encounters with pirates, and the fishing harvest is not as good as last year... Was there really an accident in last year's sea prayer ceremony? Was it the vigil ceremony or the sea sacrifice? Did those old guys in the Fishery Guild hide the problem?" "Who is Sandro?" Lumian asked. Old Ota smiled again: "My child, Isabella's father. He is a clerk in the government, and his wife is a grammar-school teacher." Is the sea-praying ritual in Santa Port really effective? Has the protection effect decreased after the April Fools' Day prank? Lumian's mind naturally flashed through some of the information he had obtained before: Among the three "April Fools' Day" marginal members who participated in the prank, one went to Toler, the capital of Gaya Province, to order a uniquely shaped gold ring; one was responsible for bribing the people of the Fisheries Guild and sent a lamb stuffed with the gold ring as a sacrifice to the special ship for the sea sacrifice; and one disguised himself as a reporter and followed the members of the Fisheries Guild throughout the process, observing and recording their reactions. ——The stunned, surprised, frightened and angry expressions of the elderly people after hearing the news made the participants of April Fools' Day happy for a long time. Lumian asked some more questions about the sea-praying ceremony, waved goodbye to old Ota, and went upstairs to the suite. ………… 4pm, Trier, Observatory area, near Purgatory Square. Janet changed into a black robe with a hood, painted her face to look like a "flamboyant girl", and followed the feedback from the client to come to a street selling funeral items. Most of the Trier people who come and go here are normal, but a few wear white masks, hold unsharpened sickles, and wear black robes, pretending to be the messengers of the dead in folklore and wandering around, or sew white skulls and other things on their shoulders, looking very artistic... Thanks to their presence and Trier's unique temperament, Janna, dressed as a wizard and wearing a hood, is not at all noticeable. She stopped in the corner and took out the exquisite tear bottle. Not long after, a person dressed similarly to her stopped in front of her and asked hoarsely: "How much is this tear bottle?" "1000 Felkin." Janna suddenly became a little excited.

This was the first time she had truly completed a commission. "1001 Fel Gold." The man dressed as a wizard raised the price. Seeing that the code matched, Janna "insisted" on only charging 1000 Felkins. After both parties completed the confirmation, she handed the tear bottle to the other party, accepted the payment, and left. The hooded man walked through the nearby streets with a tear bottle in his hand. It took him nearly a quarter of an hour to get back to Purgatory Square and walk to a bench at the edge. There was a man sitting there reading a newspaper. The hooded man handed over the exquisite tear bottle inlaid with hollow gold patterns and whispered: "I have completed your commission. Does that mean the money I owe you is offset?" The man sitting on the bench put down his newspaper and raised his head. He was dressed like a clerk, with slightly curly black hair, deep eye sockets, dark eyes, thick lips, and a crystal monocle on his right eye. "Mr. Monitor?" the hooded man asked as if to confirm. Monette took the tear bottle, gently stroked the golden patterns on the surface, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. ………… Solo Hotel, fifth floor suite. Lumian did not go out the whole afternoon. He sat on a recliner, swaying as he continued to learn the highland language, and from time to time he flipped through a travel book that introduced the customs and culture of the Kingdom of Feynapotter. Towards evening, Lugano, who had gone downstairs to chat with someone, returned to the room. He leaned closer to Lumian and said in a low voice: "Boss, there's a lady looking for you." Madam... Hearing this term, Lumian's hair stood up and his back muscles tensed. Who is this "Madam"? After a second, Lumian realized that the "Madam" Lugano was talking about was a "Madam" in the normal sense, not the "Madam" in the extraordinary world. "Madam, what do you want to talk to me about?" He sat up calmly and asked his translator. Lugano shook his head and said: "She didn't say anything, she just said she had something to entrust to the famous adventurer Louis Berry." Lugano puts an emphasis on the phrase “famous adventurer.” (End of this chapter)