Chapter 375 Main Mission Lumian didn't quite understand how Gardner Martin was sure that Fomonda Soren was still alive, but it seemed that the other party didn't intend to explain, so he had to give up asking. He is only concerned with one issue now: "So my mission is over?" Obviously, considering that Count Puyfer likes to make wax heads for his friends and that the one who attacked him just now was a wax figure, Lumian believes that he has been suspected by the other party and it would be very dangerous to contact him again. Gardner Martin shook his head slowly: "No, let's continue." He stood up with a cigar in his hand, and walked a few steps toward the French window. “The fact that you became king after Puifur would definitely make him doubt your background, but he would want to find out the real reason why that happened. The subsequent attack by the wax figure was also mainly for this reason. “So, he will invite you and test you in different ways to extract your hidden secrets. For us, this is an opportunity to confirm the true status of the ancestors of the Soran family such as Fomonda. "Through this, we can understand the reasons why this once extremely powerful family gradually declined. This is of great significance to us who also mainly use the 'Hunter' path. It is our main task at present. “To put it simply, the current Soran family is like the Red Swan Castle. It has long been in disrepair, but it hides many secrets and has guards that are enough to deter prying eyes. What we need to do is to find out the defense loopholes of the castle, confirm whether those secrets will pose a fatal threat to us, and then find an opportunity to break through the guards, bypass the traps, and take the treasure.

"Don't worry, I will secretly provide protection for Puif's future invitations. The risk you need to take is not great." Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Sir, you said before that our main mission is to find the true entrance to Trier in the Fourth Epoch." How can this main task change so suddenly? Gardner Martin took a puff of his cigar and smiled: "These two things are inherently related and serve the same purpose, but you don't need to know that for now." What is the purpose? In other words, the current focus of the "Iron Cross" is to explore the underground, find the entrance to Trier in the Fourth Epoch, and investigate the reasons for the gradual decline of the Soran family in the past two or three hundred years, and find a way to bite off a piece of fat meat from them? According to Mr. K, one of the reasons for the decline of the Soran family was that many important members went crazy and died for a period of time... Gardner Martin and I are mainly responsible for the Soran family, including "supervising" Olson to explore the underground? Lumian has a clearer understanding of the recent plans of the "Iron Cross". This is also his main task. Of course, he only knew what to do, not why to do it. "Yes, 'sir.'" Lumian agreed without further ado. He had a vague feeling that this would be his chance to digest the "Arsonist" potion and take a step further on the "Hunter" path. You know, according to the "Magician" lady, the Sauron family was a powerful force that once owned the "Hunter" angels. Gardner Martin did not ask Puifur how much gold he had donated to the "king". He signaled Lumian that he could leave and wait for the next invitation from the empty earl. As Lumian walked through the newly renovated hall, he saw Butler Faustino, who was also a formal member of the Iron Cross, leading a man in a black cloak in. The man was of medium height, less than meters tall. He wore loose clothes and was wrapped tightly, making it difficult to see his specific appearance and body features. Lumian could only make a preliminary judgment that he was a male based on his walking posture, height, and the size of his steps. Faustino nodded to Lumian as a greeting, then led the mysterious man hurriedly through the hall and into Gardner Martin's study. Who could it be? What would they come to discuss so late at night? Lumian looked away and left 11 Fountain Street with a confused mind. ………… Market area, chaotic streets, Golden Rooster Hotel.

After Lumian reached the second floor, he suddenly increased the weight of his footsteps, making a 'dong dong dong' sound. He slowly returned to room 207, lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around in the armchair, sat down, and looked at the half-open door with a smile. After twenty or thirty seconds, light footsteps were heard from the direction of Room 201. The footsteps hesitated at first but then became firm. They soon arrived outside Room 207 and gently knocked on the door. "Come in," Lumian said, raising his chin slightly. The person who came was indeed Laurent. He was wearing a linen shirt and black trousers, which was completely different from the formal attire he wore every time he went out. After closing the door, Laurent looked at Lumian and said: "Mr. Dubois, I want to borrow 500 ferguins from you." Lumian was stunned for a moment, having not expected this development. He thought this guy was begging Ken not to reveal his true identity. Who knew that he would come to borrow money! “Why do you need 500 Fel Gold?” Lumian’s expression did not change. Laurent said in a slightly deep voice: “I am about to become one of the deputy editors of the newspaper Le Petit Trier. Although I am the one with the least experience, I cannot continue to live here. I have to invite my colleagues to my home regularly to establish good relationships with them. “So, I want to borrow 500 Filkins to rent a good apartment in the Observatory District or Memorial District, take my mother there, and hurry up to teach her how to host a small party. "When I get my salary, I will repay the money I owe in installments. What interest rate do you think is good?" This is not only a loan to consolidate the work, but also a proactive way to hand me the handle and give me some benefits so that I don't ruin his good deeds... Lumian looked up to Laurent a little, nodded slightly thoughtfully and said: "I don't need interest. You will definitely get some interesting or surprising news, information and advertisements in the Little Trier. I hope you can compile them regularly and give me a copy." Lumian took out his wallet and counted out five 5-felkin bills: "Just pay it back this year." Laurent secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "no problem." After watching the speculator write the IOU and leave Room 207, Lumian took out the five heavy gold bars presented by Count Puyfer from his pocket and tossed them in his hand. With this unexpected fortune, he has accumulated gold worth Felgin, as well as 2000 Felgin that have not been exchanged for gold and the remaining 4000 Felgin for activity expenses. "It won't be long before I can complete the contract with 'Armored Shadow' and summon it again..." Lumian played with the gold bar for a while, left the briefcase containing the "torture" gloves on the reclining chair, washed himself and went to bed, waiting for the nightmare that was bound to come. ………… In a daze, Lumian once again saw the Red Swan Castle with its beige exterior walls stained with old blood. In a daze, he walked in and arrived at the large living room where the King Cake game was played. Miss Eloise, the painter Maren, Cornell, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper "The Little Trier", and other guests who often attended Count Puyver's banquets were sitting in the sofa area, as if waiting for Lumian to arrive.

Laurent and several other guests' temporary female companions were not there. This makes the scene look like another or past salon. Lumian approached the sofa area step by step, and Count Puif and others stood up one after another and stood respectfully. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty," they greeted in unison. Lumian glanced at them coldly almost instinctively: "Ok?" Count Puyver and the others were stunned for a second and said: "Your Majesty the Emperor!" Lumian nodded slightly, sat on the single sofa, and watched the guests sit down around him. They chatted aimlessly, the topic was divergent and vague. Suddenly, novelist Arnoli raised his right hand and scratched his face. With a swish sound, he tore off a large piece of skin, revealing the wriggling flesh and blackened tubes. Almost at the same time, painter Ma Lun and others either took up knives and stabbed themselves in the heart, or bit the necks of their companions beside them. In a flash, the entire living room became extremely bloody, with horrifying scenes everywhere. Lumian's thoughts trembled, and what he saw immediately changed. He was in another hall of the castle, guarding a coffin surrounded by countless lit white candles. The coffin was made of bronze and its surface was covered with rust. I don't know how many years it had been placed here. Lumian felt a surge of sadness and helplessness as if he had lost a loved one and lost his support. He slowly stretched out his right hand and tried to stroke the rusty bronze coffin. At this moment, the lid of the coffin creaked open to the side, revealing a deep gap. A hand with deep red and black veins protruding suddenly stretched out, holding in the palm a heart that was extremely dry but still leaking some blood. The heart was still contracting and expanding gently and imperceptibly. After seeing this dried heart, Lumian's thoughts quickly became confused and tainted with a certain degree of madness. His right palm felt slightly hot and he suddenly woke up from his dream. He was not surprised or panicked at the nightmare. While calming his instinctively accelerated heartbeat, he recalled the details of the nightmare. Gradually, Lumian frowned. In the first scene, most of the King Cake Game participants eventually went crazy, either harming themselves or others, but there were three exceptions, who were still normal people until the scene changed. That one was Lumian himself, and the other was Count Puyfer. There was another thing Lumian hadn't expected: That Miss Eloise! She is not as reserved and well-behaved as she appears to be. She also has her own secrets... Lumian smiled silently.

As for what the bronze coffin, the dead body, and the dried heart in the second act represented, he had no idea what they meant. He could only guess that this might be related to the secret of the Sauron family. Like last time, Lumian had several nightmares that night, but the clarity and completeness of the dreams gradually decreased. As dawn approached, the nightmare completely disappeared. After getting up, while his memory was still clear, Lumian quickly wrote down all the details in a letter and sent it to the "Magician" lady. (End of this chapter)