Chapter 539 One light and one dark According to Lumian's idea, after arriving at Santa Port, the first thing they need to investigate is what happened in last year's sea prayer ceremony and who is involved, so as to find out the traces left by the two core members of "April Fool's Day" and gradually identify their real identities. This is also the part that is most likely to be misled and trapped. Without getting to the bottom of last year's prank in detail, Lumian doesn't need the help of the Minor Arcana card "Knight of Swords" for the time being. He can't ask him to help find out about this, right? This is the news that is blocked in Santa Port. Unless the "Knight of the Sword" happens to be here, he will not be able to help. ——Lumian had wanted to thoroughly understand the overall situation of the sea prayer ceremony and the details of last year's accident before arriving at Santa Port, but there was no place to ask. It seemed to have become a secret unique to this place, and those who participated in the prank among the marginal members of "April Fools' Day" were just joining in the fun and doing some minor work, and could only provide a small amount of information from their own perspective. With a snap, Lumian flicked his wrist and turned the reply from the "Magician" lady into a burning fireball. He stood up, walked out of the master bedroom of the suite, and said to Lugano who was waiting in the living room: "Let's get a local identity." "You have already checked into the hotel using the identity of Louis Berry." Lugano thought for a moment and reminded Lumian. Do we have to move away from here now?

Wouldn't that be a waste of a whole week's rent? Thinking of the gold risos, Lugano suddenly felt a little distressed. Spending money is not a problem, but you can’t waste it! As a bounty hunter who had lived a hard life for many years, he was quite sensitive about money, otherwise he would not have been so shameless as to ask Lumian for a "job". “Is there any problem with that?” Lumian asked with a smile. It was still quite hot in Santa Harbor in October. He simply wore a linen shirt and brown trousers and held the golden straw hat in his hand. Lugano didn't know whether he should say that he was mainly worried about the money, so he changed his mind and said: "Boss, I just bought some newspapers on the street and found a rumor in Farin Port that you hunted the 'devil wizard'." When he saw the news, Lugano rubbed his eyes several times, wondering if he had seen it wrong. When did the boss kill the "devil wizard"? I do not know how? He was half-believing and half-doubting until he remembered the master bedroom that looked like it had been hit by artillery fire. "It's me." Lumian nodded slightly in response to Lugano's words. “……” Lugano temporarily lost the ability to organize his words. After a few seconds, he suppressed his curiosity and pretended to be enlightened: "You've earned a bounty of 60 Felkins, as well as various spoils of war. No wonder you've been so generous these past few days..." No wonder he didn't care about the rent of twenty or thirty filkins. “Those were all donated,” Lumian said simply. "Why?" Lugano blurted out. Lumian glanced at him. Lugano immediately shut his mouth and smiled awkwardly: "We really need to move away from here. Louis Berry is well-known in the Misty Sea and is easy to be targeted."

He accurately interpreted what Lumian wanted to say from his look just now: Am I the boss or are you the boss? Do I need to report to you if I donate the bounty? "Who told you to move out?" Lumian asked with a smile. “If you don’t move away…” Lugano was stunned. Lumian smiled meaningfully. "Why do you think I didn't ask the clergy of the Church of Fools who helped me collect the bounty to conceal my identity?" High-profile adventurer Louis Berry was a flag he had put up in the open to see what would come of it. Therefore, we need an ordinary local identity who hides in the dark to cooperate. "I, I thought you just wanted to become as famous as Gehrman Sparrow." Although Lugano didn't know the real purpose of his employer's actions, he could feel that it was not as simple as it seemed. Lumian laughed. "Who among the young people of our generation doesn't want to be as famous as Gehrman Sparrow?" This indeed satisfied his vanity, and was one of the reasons why he did not ask Bishop Tess of the Church of Fool to help cover up the clues. Only a surface purpose that is real and believable enough can conceal other underlying intentions. "Uh..." Lugano once again had the feeling that he couldn't see his employer's true face and couldn't judge his ultimate goal. He immediately sighed in his heart: Alas, I am just a "farmer", a "doctor", a bounty hunter with many years of experience, and an average brain... Lumian glanced at Ludwig, who was chewing a potato omelette obediently beside him, and said: "Let's go." After saying that, he pushed the coat rack to a blind spot and hung the golden straw hat in his hand on it. If you look from the building opposite, you will see a man wearing a straw hat standing in the corner. After leaving the Solo Hotel, Lumian walked along the gray-white cobblestone street towards the busiest bar street near the port area, with Lugano following closely behind, holding Ludwig's hand. The current streets are relatively old, filled with various houses with white walls and red tiles with mottled surfaces. At the door of some buildings, like the ones in Cordu Village, there are four or five chairs, and several old women are sitting on them. They are basking in the sun and chatting, but they don't help each other catch lice. When pedestrians pass by them, they will walk lightly and lower their voices so as not to disturb such peace and tranquility. According to what Lumian learned from chatting with Francesco, the bartender at the bar on the bottom floor of the "Bird", this is a Fenipotent phenomenon that is influenced by the belief in the "Mother Earth Goddess" and the emphasis on family traditions: "Grandmother culture". In every family, the grandmother who is the oldest and has given birth to many children is the most respected and is the undisputed "head of the family". She controls the lives of every family member to a certain extent. Even when they leave home, they are still respected by outsiders because such grandmothers and mothers are the symbol of a big family and the incarnation of the "Mother Earth" in that big family. Religious beliefs and social traditions combine to ensure that such grandmothers are given a special status. Seeing this scene, Lumian couldn't help but think about a question: In the province of Leiston, married women who are the actual heads of the family have the right to obtain the title of "Mrs." and add the prefix "Na" to their names. Is this influenced by the "grandmother culture" of Feynapotter, which is separated by a mountain? You know, the migrating herdsmen and the traveling merchants would inevitably bring back what they saw and heard, and migrating and doing business are both ancient practices that can be traced back to the time when people settled in the Liège Mountains and its north and south sides. Thousands of years of accumulated time must have left some indelible marks. Walking in the ancient but peaceful streets, under the bright sunshine, Lumian was a little dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the village of Cordu, back to the time when the adults either went to the fields or went up the mountains to herd sheep or hunt, leaving only the old women and young children busy. …………

Trier, third level of the catacombs. Janna closed her eyes and sensed for a while, but still heard no sighs or other movements from the black "Chrismona Night Pillar". She confirmed the current status of the substitute mirrors, carefully approached the pillar that had no signs of weathering, and pressed her palm on it. The black pillar that supported the cave ceiling was cold and looked like metal, but it still felt like rock. Janna's brain received nothing except this information. "Still no." She shook her head at Franca again. At the same time, she recalled the two previous times she had heard Christine's voice, looking for common ground. Once was when she was promoted, and once was when they were affected by some power from that special mirror world in Trier in the Fourth Epoch. The common point is that they are all in crisis and have strong emotions. "The danger I faced when I became a 'witch' was suppressed by the sacrificial square, so it wasn't that great. The key point was the strong emotions?" Janna whispered a few words, trying to recall those things that made her suffer and torment, and mobilize her emotions. There was the death of my mother, the separation from my brother, and all the pain I saw, heard, and experienced. Janna's emotions fluctuated noticeably, but she still didn't hear the illusory sigh, nor did she feel anything unusual with the "Chrismona Night Pillar". Franca considered it for a moment and said: "Does it require a special event to trigger it?" "Maybe." Janna bit her lip and said, "How about we try the fourth floor? Lumian said there is a ghostly figure that looks like a 'witch' who passed through the angel's death. That should be Christmena." Franka's heart moved: "Yes, and the shadow is controlled by the seal and does not have the ability to attack humans. Well, the premise is that we strictly abide by the rules of the catacombs." After a brief discussion, the two walked around to the "Night Pillar of Christmena", changed the candles, walked into the ancient mottled stone steps, and went down step by step under the gaze of the piles of dark gray human head reliefs on the surface of the rock walls on both sides that looked like real people. "This place is perfect for telling ghost stories. The atmosphere is great." Franca couldn't help but speak to break the silence that was suffocating her. Janna glanced at her sideways and said teasingly: "Are you afraid?" "How is that possible?" Franca responded stubbornly. Janna chuckled: "If you weren't afraid, you would have told me ghost stories to scare me. Now you're just sighing, which means you want to rely on your voice to give yourself courage." You're wasting your talent by not choosing the "audience" route... Do all actors have to learn to figure out people? Franca was about to argue when she finished walking down the last flight of ancient stone steps. She and Janna both felt depressed. The next second, a yellowish candlelight was reflected in their eyes. The candlelight did not belong to them. It came from the far fourth level of the catacombs, dimly visible. (End of this chapter)