Chapter 669 New Information (Thanks to Old Kohler for the Silver Alliance reward) Lumian rarely saw the Confessor Bayinfer behave in such an abnormal way, and asked with a little expectation and curiosity: "what have you found?" Bayinfer, wearing a black clergy robe, with his entire body burnt black and partly stained with black fire, retracted his gaze and replied in a low voice: "The night conceals the sin that flows." After saying this, the "confessor" walked into the void and disappeared in the room. The night covers the flowing sins... Is it because the night is so dark that one can enter that special dream? What does the flowing sin refer to? Can't you mysterious guys say something that is easy for others to understand? Lumian muttered a few words in his mind, opened the letter from Franca, and read it quickly. Frankly speaking, after such a long time, his desire to know about the past experiences of the humanoid sealed object has faded a lot. After all, at that time he mainly felt that the other party's condition was very similar to his own, and his emotions were touched, so he made such a suggestion. Now, that emotion has long settled. Of course, it was just settling, not disappearing. Lumian grabbed the letter paper and wrote down the whole story, intending to send it to Ms. "Magician" at noon tomorrow. As for whether the holder of the Major Arcana card would agree and be willing to complete such an unequal transaction, Lumian was not very confident. He just intuitively thought that the Major Arcana cards of the Tarot Club would not be likely to possess the important items lost by the Orthodox Church, so taking advantage of this opportunity to make some money was a more likely option. After leaving the Briou Hotel, Lumian calmly looked at the corner of the unlit street. In the area that was barely illuminated by the crimson moonlight, Camus walked out wearing an open yellow vest. Beside him followed Riya, a member of the local patrol team wearing leather armor and carrying a hunting bow.

"Why are there two of us today?" Lumian laughed and walked towards the location of "Siso's" house. Camus took a breath and calmed down his sudden surge of emotions. He followed Louis Berry's left hand and replied in a deep voice: "It's only a few days until the 17th. Accidents could happen at any time. We can't act alone anymore." After consciously and purposefully collecting all kinds of intelligence, the patrol team has discovered some anomalies, which makes Camus feel that staying in Tizamo Town is not a wise move, and his spirit is always in a tense state. He increasingly felt a sense of oppression that he was already a middle-aged man and had to shoulder many heavy responsibilities. Lumian raised his right eyebrow: "Wow, we found node number 17 so quickly." "We are not fools." Camus finally couldn't help but reply, "This is an obvious question. Last year, the town of Tizamo was attacked on December 17th, and in previous years..." Having said that, he closed his mouth. He found that when he was with Louis Berry, he was always switching back and forth between the repressed middle-aged state of being forced to be calm and the teenage stage of having less control over his emotions. Lumian asked with interest: "How were previous years?" Camus was silent for a few seconds and said: “We obtained the funeral registers of Tizamo town for the past thirty years from St. Sien’s Church and found a peculiar phenomenon: 80 percent of the death records each year are concentrated in the three months after mid-December. “This isn’t like many places in the Northern Continent, where there are brutally cold winters that are hard for the elderly and the weak to survive. Even if there are, late December to late March is considered summer. “This phenomenon is very abnormal.” Lumian walked forward slowly, nodded slightly and said: “Is the death rate in Tizamo Town higher than other places?” "It's much higher, but this is mainly because of the attacks by the primitive tribe in the jungle. Also, we found that the attacks by the primitive tribe were concentrated in the three months starting from mid-December, two or three times, and there has not been a single attack since December 17 last year. These situations are not right." Camus was a little worried that there would be a big one in the next few days. "Haha, it's understandable that the death records are mainly concentrated in the first three months due to the attacks of the primitive tribes. Are there any other abnormal situations?" Lumian asked in a strolling posture.

The one who answered him was Riya who followed silently. The brown-skinned, brown-haired woman with a wild beauty said in a hoarse voice: "In the first half of this year, many women in the town and the plantation experienced pregnancy symptoms such as nausea, heartburn, and bloating. They all felt that they were being harmed by ghosts and might give birth to evil fetuses, but they were not actually pregnant. These were all hallucinations. After Father Carli held a mass and simply purified them, they felt psychologically comforted and soon returned to normal." "We also noticed that similar things had happened in Tizamo for many years, concentrated in the first half of the year, and there were also other phenomena such as delusions of being possessed and attacked by evil spirits and ghosts, not just pregnancy," Camus added. Lumian stopped. "Doesn't it seem strange to the townspeople and people on the surrounding plantations that mass hysteria occurs every year?" As a member of the local patrol team, Riya simply explained: "Everyone thinks it was caused by that primitive tribe in the jungle." “Why?” Lumian continued his night “walk”. Ruiya's vocal cords seemed to have been damaged, and her voice was always a little hoarse: "In the repeated attacks and conflicts, that primitive tribe has shown the ability to control corpses, ghosts, and shadows. It also seems that some of their warriors will continue to protect their tribe in the form of spirits after their death." The realm of death... Haha, the whole thing seems to be logically closed on the surface. No wonder the Tizamo people who went to other places didn’t think there was anything wrong with it and didn’t talk about it... Lumian had seen records of that primitive tribe, but they were not as specific as Ria said. After asking the patrol team what intelligence they had gathered recently, Lumian stopped in front of Hisoka's house, tilted his head, and glanced at Riya, who was carrying a hunting bow and arrows. "You are from the Southern Continent, but not from Tizamo Town?" Ruiya nodded and said calmly: "I come from the jungle, from a primitive tribe called 'Paka'. We mainly live in the area close to the Paz River Valley." The rain forest of the southern continent is very vast, covering a large area of ​​several princely states, from the one close to the Pas River Valley to this one near the Matanibong State, which is probably farther than the village of Koldu is from Trier. ——“Paka” means “wind” in Dutan language. "How did you come to Matanibong?" Lumian asked with a little curiosity. Riya laughed softly: “I was sold here.” She paused and said: "Ten years ago, my tribe was attacked by the army of the Kingdom of Loen. I was captured and sold many times. I was taken to Uttar Pradesh. Later, I found an opportunity to escape and fled to the Port of Paros. I received help from the church and got a job. Later, I was lucky enough to become a Beyonder." The local patrol team member spoke calmly about his past, neither exaggerating the pain and suffering that he might have endured during those experiences nor avoiding the topic. No wonder they are such devout believers in the Eternal Sun... Lumian climbed the stairs outside the house that led to the second floor and spoke in a calm tone: "You use a bow and arrow instead of a gun. Is this a habit you kept from the past?" "Yes, tribes named after wind are all good at archery." The expression on Riya's light brown face quickly softened. Lumian looked back at her: “Have you ever gone back to look?” Ruiya was silent for several seconds and said: "They are all dead..." Lumian and Camus fell silent at the same time, retracted their gaze, walked up the last few steps, and entered the second floor of the house. After taking a look at the spacious but simple environment and listening to the howling of wild beasts coming from the primitive jungle, Lumian sat down cross-legged. He originally wanted to tell Riya, "It is impossible that all the people in your tribe died. Some of them must have been caught and sold, just like you. They may still be alive on a plantation, in a mine, or in some dance hall or bar", but he finally endured it. He could see that Ruiya had accepted her current life and had the ability to live a better life. It was obviously inappropriate to encourage her to travel across the north and south continents and risk many dangers to find the remaining tribesmen. Just thinking about such things would make them very troublesome. Not only are there few clues and they are widely distributed, but they may also be highly dangerous. Even if you spend your entire life trying to complete them, you may not be able to complete them. Not everyone who has had similar experiences would sacrifice their normal lives to find someone and seek revenge.

Rhea should have been able to think that there were still some tribesmen alive, but perhaps those who were most important to her were dead, so she chose to stay in Paros Port. Everyone has their own choices. I cannot use my own obsession to demand others... Lumian adjusted his state and smiled at Camus and Ria who were still standing: "Would you like to see the place where the Dream Festival might be held?" "Where?" Riya asked. Camus frowned: "it's here?" He quickly guessed: “You come here every night to sleep for a while, so you can go to the place where the ‘Dream Festival’ is held? "What about in a special dream?" She does have a pretty good brain... Lumian secretly praised her, but responded with a smile on his face: "Want to experience it?" Camus and Riya looked at each other and said: "I'll experience it, Ruiya, be alert to the surroundings." "I can make some traps." Lumian stood up and spent a few minutes setting up a few warning traps nearby. Then he lit a mosquito repellent candle and placed it in the middle of the wide second floor. Amid the crackling sounds, the mosquitoes that had not yet had time to fly away fell to the ground one after another, emitting fire and smoke. "Sleep here." Lumian sat cross-legged again and said to Camus and Ria. He has confirmed that sleeping anywhere in "Siso"'s house late at night can enter that special dream, but sleeping outside or two hours earlier will not have such an effect. Camus and Riya found a place to sit down with doubts, leaning against different wooden pillars, and tried to fall asleep. After an unknown amount of time, Camus suddenly woke up. What caught his eyes was the darkness and crimson moonlight outside the window, the mosquito repellent candle that was still burning, and Louis Berry standing behind the candlelight, looking at him with a smile. The great adventurer, wearing a golden straw hat, said in a joking tone: "Welcome to the 'Dream Festival'." PS: Thanks to Lao Kohler for rewarding the Silver Alliance. This is an indescribable strange feeling. (End of this chapter)