Chapter 664 "Reconnaissance Tools" (Thanks to FreyJun1552 for the Silver Alliance reward) During the lunch break, Lumian used the excuse of going to the bathroom to go around to the tan house of "Siso" Tewanaco. After walking up the wooden stairs to the empty, wall-less ground floor, he took out a new half piece of wire and pried open the door. This floor has been completely opened up, leaving only the pillars. At first glance, it looks very spacious yet quite simple. Lumian walked around on the wooden floor, only to find signs of long-term uninhabited living, and nothing worth further investigation. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him: "What's the problem here?" The voice came from Camus Castilla. After seeing Lumian enter the rebuilt house of Tehuanaco from the restaurant window, he also found an excuse to leave the table and ran over here. Lumian looked around without any surprise or surprise and said: "No." As he spoke, he climbed the stairs and headed for the third floor. Camus sighed silently and followed.

He felt that when he was with Louis Berry, his mentality had aged a lot, and he was about the same age as the vice-captain Reysa. "Mother Earth Goddess", I am not yet twenty-four years old! Although I arrived in Matanibong when I was in my early eighteen years old, joined the patrol team, handled many extraordinary events, participated in many dangerous battles, and accumulated rich experience, I am still just a young man, a lazy and unpresentable young man in daily life! With a heavy sense of vigilance, Camus followed Lumien through the rooms on the third floor twice and looked through all the items. "There's nothing inconsistent." After putting down the pen holder in his hand, Camus told Lumian his judgment. Lumian also gained nothing. He thought for a moment and said: "Wait, bring Kolobo here and ask him if there is any area here that makes him feel uneasy, dangerous, or uncomfortable." After just one collaboration, he's already using Kolobo's special abilities skillfully... Bringing Kolobo here... Why does it feel like a police officer from the police headquarters asking a certain police officer to bring the police dog here... Camus muttered a few words in his mind, then nodded and said: "Ok." As Lumian once again looked around, he thought, "Bring Ludwig over here and ask him if he can smell any special ingredients." He and Camus returned to the restaurant, and continued to enjoy the roast beef, roast chicken wings, roast snake meat, roast spiders, roast blood-sucking worms, etc., with a drink called "Guadal". After eating and drinking, Lumian took Ludwig's hand and led him to the house of "Sisso" Tewanako. Camus, Lugano and Kolobo, who was wearing sunglasses and walking sideways like a crab, followed closely behind. After walking through every corner of the place again, Lumian looked at Ludwig and asked with a smile: "Is there anything delicious?" "No." Ludwig shook his head. Lumian then took the little boy down to the second floor and looked at Kolobo who suddenly turned his back to him and Camus beside him and said: "Do you have any special feelings?" The thin Kolobo hesitated for a moment and said: "This house is a bit cold and makes me feel uncomfortable." “Which specific location?” Lumian asked calmly. Kolobo replied succinctly: "all." The whole house, and even this piece of land, has some problems? "Siso" definitely didn't rebuild his previous home for nostalgia or memory. He is not the original owner of this body, so he probably doesn't have much affection for this place. He is also a real "cold-blooded person"... Lumian thought for more than ten seconds, and said to Lugano, Camus and others: "You guys are here to guard against unexpected events."

He returned to the third floor of the house and lay down on the wooden bed which showed signs of human sleep. With a crackling sound, big black mosquitoes flew over, but were ignited one by one in the flashing sparks, turned into charred corpses, and floated to the side of the bed. Lumian quickly fell into a deep sleep. He slowly woke up from his daze. Snap! Lumian took out the gold-cased pocket watch from the Breeze Ballroom, opened it and took a look, muttering to himself: "I slept for about 25 minutes, and didn't have any special dreams..." He always felt that the "Dream Festival" should be related to dreams, so he deliberately slept in "Siso's" house, but nothing happened. Looking at the midday sun shining through the window, Lumian stood up thoughtfully: Is it the wrong timing? Do you have to sleep at a specific time and in a specific place to participate in the "Dream Festival"? Therefore, most people in Tizamo Town are not aware of the existence of the Dream Festival... When Lumian returned to the spacious but simple second floor, he found that there were three more people around Camus and his companions. One was a man in his thirties with some oil paint on his face. He had light brown skin, thick lips, a fresh face, black hair that fell to his shoulders, and a strong pungent smell coming from his body. The other was a young woman wearing dark leather armor. Her brown hair was divided into two strands and tied down. Her skin was light brown, and her facial features had a wild beauty. She carried a hunting bow and a leather bag for arrows on her back. There was another man who was dressed similarly to Camus and the others, wearing a shirt and thin pants. He was tall, over meters tall, and looked more like someone from the Feysac Empire, with short light blond hair and light blue eyes, and his face bore traces of sun and rain. "They are my and Kolobo's colleagues, members of the Tizamo Town Patrol Team," Camus introduced. He pointed at the man with white paint on his face and said: “Maislo, the captain of the local patrol team. "His teammates..." Camus turned sideways and looked at the wild woman carrying a hunting bow and arrows and the Feysac man and said: “Riya. "Loban, used to be an adventurer." He spoke Intis throughout. Finally, Camus said to the three local patrol members: "This is the great adventurer Louis Berry. "The other two are his assistant and godson." "Great Adventurer..." Maislo repeated the term and turned his gaze to Loban. The Feysac man, Loban, shook his head, indicating that he had never heard of it. Masiluo retracted his gaze and asked Lumian: "Are you here hunting?" The town of Tizamo has been a favorite hunting ground for the gentlemen of Paros Port for several decades. There are many townspeople who are proficient in Intis, and the patrol team members transferred from outside have language requirements. Otherwise, how to deal with the requests of the gentlemen?

Lumian smiled and replied: "It is." Hunting for "Siso's" legacy and hidden issues is also a hunt. Camus saw that Masiluo and the others were skeptical, so he quickly explained: "Remember the telegram that came last night?" "You mean..." Riya, who was carrying a hunting bow and arrows, couldn't help but look at Lumian again. Obviously, she and Maslo had just arrived and had not yet had time to communicate the details with Camus and Kolobo, and the information that the telegram could carry was limited. Camus nodded solemnly: "Mr. Louis Berry is here to find out what's going on behind Tewanaku." He then went upstairs with three members of the local patrol team, under the pretext of checking the house again. Lugano looked at the stairs and asked Kolobo, who had his back to him and the others: "There are local patrol teams in Tizamo Town?" According to his experience, there should be no official teams of extraordinary people stationed in towns and villages around small cities like Paros Port in the Northern Continent. Basically, they send people over to deal with any problems. Kolobo turned his back to Lumian and Ludwig and answered tremblingly: "Most other towns don't have this. This place is special. We often encounter attacks from primitive tribes. Not only has our patrol team assigned a small team to stay here permanently, but the general's guard also has extraordinary people in the military camp outside the town." Lugano took a look at this strange official Beyonder who was also a part-time coachman, and asked with curiosity: "Why do you always have your back to us and wear black sunglasses?" You have a problem with your eyes and don’t want others to find out? Kolobo was silent for a moment, not knowing whether to answer the question. At this moment, Camus led Maslow and others back to the second floor of the house. When they looked at Lumian again, the eyes and expressions of Masiluo, Rhea and Roban became much more serious. Lumian smiled and asked in a relaxed tone: "Has anything unusual happened to this house?" "No." Maslow had already recalled the relevant details. Lumian nodded slightly and said: “Were you transferred to Tizamo Town after the attack last year?” He remembered that the incident file mentioned that the three extraordinary people stationed in the area all died in the attack by the primitive tribe. "Yes." The former adventurer, the Feysac man Loban, answered in a rough voice, "It's been almost a year, and it's been very peaceful here. There have been no attacks." According to records, the tribe in the jungle had attacked two or three times a year in the past few years... Did General Quellaril send additional guards and troops to respond so that the tribe dared not take risks and really retreated into the depths of the jungle? Or did the April Fool's Day prank cause something to change? Lumian noticed something unusual. After communicating for a while, Lumian prepared to take Ludwig and Lugano to the hotel to check in. Maslo took a few steps forward and took out two things from the small leather bag hanging around his waist. One was a brown candle, and the other was a small glass bottle containing light yellow liquid. "Mosquito repellent candles and tranquilizing essential oils. I hope you can have a good sleep." Maslo said in Intis with an exotic accent.

Camus helpfully adds: "What he meant was that this place is close to the primitive jungle, and there are mosquitoes and poisonous insects flying everywhere. Although you are extraordinary people, if you are bitten by accident, it will be very uncomfortable. Moreover, you can't sleep well and will always be woken up by the bites. "Mosquito repellent candles are made from plants that mosquitoes don't like, and tranquilizing essential oils come from certain animals, both of which can make those damn, buzzing guys not want to find you." At this point, Camus, Maslow, Rhea and others suddenly discovered that there was not a single mosquito on the entire second floor. Lumian glanced sideways at Ludwig, then took the candle and essential oil with a smile. Then, he pinched his nose gently to confirm that the pungent smell on Maslo and others came from the tranquility essential oil. When Lumian, Ludwig, and Lugano left Tewanaco's house, Maislo looked at Kolobo, who had his back to everyone, in confusion and asked in Dutan: "what happened to you?" PS: Thanks to FreyJun1552 for the silver reward~ (End of this chapter)