Chapter 561 Tamara Family Lumian drank fermented grape juice bought from a street vendor and relaxedly observed the suite rented by the great adventurer Louis Berry. From time to time, he looked down at Aquinas Street and looked around to find other possible monitors. More than half an hour ago, he changed his clothes, altered his appearance, and "teleported" directly to a nearby neighborhood, then walked back and rented a room in a suitable location. Not long after, Lumian saw Lugano timidly going out to prepare extra breakfast for Ludwig, and he couldn't help but chuckle. This guy was frightened by yesterday's attack. But unless the people in the Fisheries Guild have their brains corrupted by supernatural powers and are unable to control their emotions and think rationally, it is unlikely that they will come again to assassinate Lugano, the translator and guide, because the reaction of the great adventurer Louis Berry yesterday was clearly telling everyone: If you can't kill me directly, then don't try to target the people around me. You can assassinate them, and so can I, Louis Berry. There are always members of your Fisheries Guild and their corresponding children and descendants who lack protection or are not strong enough to travel in small numbers. Do you think I dare to take action? Do I have the strength to do so? Either find an opportunity to destroy me with all your strength, or just be quiet! Faced with such an "answer", any clear-headed members of the Fisheries Guild knew what to do. The great adventurer Louis Berry was neither an official Beyonder nor a policeman. It was unrealistic to expect him to abide by the law and not implicate his family. Moreover, judging from his performance and rumors in the past few days, he is an adventurer who likes to imitate Gehrman Sparrow and is known for his radicalism, madness, and ruthlessness. What can't such a person do? Of course, Lumian would not be completely careless. Lugano would either be "accompanied" by Ludwig or under his surveillance throughout the whole process. After all, in addition to the Fisheries Guild, there were many guys in Santa Port who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve certain goals. They might disguise themselves as members of the Fisheries Guild and attack the translator and godson of the great adventurer Louis Berry, intensify the contradiction between him and the Fisheries Guild, and provoke a conflict in advance. If a "conspirator" ignores even this level of conspiracy, he is definitely unqualified. After Lugano bought a bunch of breakfast and returned to the suite on the 5th floor of the Solo Hotel, Lumian withdrew his gaze from the high-backed chair in the blind spot of the dining table that seemed to be wearing a golden straw hat, turned around and left the current room, intending to take a walk around the neighborhood.

As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw a man who was less than meters tall but quite strong standing at the stairs. The man had brown hair, brown eyes, rough skin, and a specially made long-mouthed cigarette in his mouth. He cast his gaze towards Lumian. He asked in the highland language: "Who asked you to come here to monitor Louis Berry?" Lumian laughed: "Aren't you here to spy on Louis Berry? "I didn't even ask who sent you, why are you asking me?" He also speaks fluent Plateau dialect. The man with the long cigarette in his mouth thought for a few seconds, nodded in agreement, and made way for the stairs. Lumian passed in front of him and walked down step by step. Looking at Lumian's back, the man's eyes gradually became dangerous. He raised his left hand and gently twisted the special long-mouthed cigarette. Then he took a deep breath and blew it into the "cigarette holder". Silently, a thin steel needle flew out from the burnt tobacco and headed straight for Lumian's vest, which was less than two meters away. This is a blowgun dart that originated from certain tribes in the primitive jungles of the southern continent. However, most of those blowgun darts are one or two meters long and cannot be carried secretly. They are used to attack others. Later, they were modified by bounty hunters who believed in the "God of Steam and Machinery" and had strong hands-on skills, and a weakened version only slightly longer than an ordinary cigarette appeared. While its portability and concealment have been improved, its power has inevitably dropped sharply, and its shooting range has been reduced to four or five meters. However, when combined with specially made arrows containing anesthetic and lethal toxins, it still has strong use value and is loved by many bounty hunters in the north and south continents. The man who attacked Lumian hid it inside a long-mouthed cigarette in order to paralyze his target and wait for an opportunity to get close. His goal was to control the other party and torture him to find out who his client was. The steel needle flashed by, but Lumian seemed to have anticipated it. When the man behind him blew air, he suddenly bent his back forward and pulled his spine to the side, avoiding the blowpipe in an extremely twisted and inhuman posture. With a slight "pop" sound, the steel needle sank into the wooden staircase. The next second, the man who attacked Lumian opened his eyes wide and saw his target swinging his fist with a posture that surpassed human flexibility. boom! He fainted.

Lumian recovered from his nearly twisted physical state, bent down, picked up the attacker, and dragged him into the room he rented. Then, while the other party was still unconscious, Lumian gave him some truth serum, calculated the time, and woke him up. Looking at that ordinary face without any features, the attacker shouted in panic: "I just want to knock you out and find a place to force you to tell me who your client is! "The poison on the arrow is of anesthetic nature!" Lumian, who was squatting in front of the other party, smiled and said: "Now let me ask you, who is your client?" "It's Juan Oro!" the brown-haired and brown-eyed man blurted out. Lumian asked again: "is it?" "Yes, no, it was actually someone else..." At this point, the man closed his mouth in horror. Lumian patiently advised: "Who is it?" The man struggled for a few seconds and answered without being able to control his mouth: "Ruvio Paco." Rubio... why is he spying on me? Is he trying to gain some kind of benefit from the actions of the great adventurer? Is this also the reason why he didn't secretly reveal the information to me? Lumian nodded slightly, straightened up and said: "You have bad breath, remember to brush your teeth more often." "..." The attacker looked confused, not understanding why the topic turned to this, but still replied "passively", "I really don't like brushing my teeth." Lumian shook his head in disdain, and instead of taking the dart as a trophy, he left the room, leaving behind a message: "Remember to lock the door for me." ………… In the Memorial District of Trier, in the apartment rented by Franca and Jana. They have received a reply letter from Ms. Judgment through Xia Zuotu. Wearing a miniature top hat, miniature gold-rimmed glasses, and a miniature black windbreaker, Xia Zuotu made a request before leaving: "Can you use a custom-made small revolver to pay for the next five mail deliveries?" Janna opened her mouth slightly, and was stunned for several seconds before saying: "can." She then asked: "Can't you conjure one yourself?" Just like the top hat, glasses and windbreaker you are wearing. "They have no practical effect, but I hope that revolver has it, and the bullets must be specially made." Xia Zuotu explained seriously. Janna blinked and agreed. After the messenger left, Franka said with a strange expression: "Why do I feel like it has changed from a pursuit of knowledge to a pursuit of force?"

Jane wanted to defend Xia Zuotu, but she couldn't find a good excuse for the moment, so she could only say "Fuck" and said: “This isn’t a bad thing, maybe it can help me fight in the future! "Besides, it would be safer if the messenger had higher martial arts ability." Without a messenger, Franca suddenly felt jealous. She said nothing more and unfolded the reply from Ms. Judgment: “The Tamara family was one of the five great noble families during the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch. They had a hereditary dukedom, on par with the Amon you know, but their status was slightly lower. "In that era when the gods walked the earth, a family that could become a noble family must have the power of angels. According to the information, before Alistair Tudor became the 'Blood Emperor', the Tamara family had already existed for many years and was a famous noble family in the empire. "They had a change of heraldry and two internal splits, which is why different generations of Tamara are buried in different levels of the catacombs. "Their original emblem consisted of thorns, a shield wall, and an upright sword, which later became a double-leaf door with the upright sword serving as the gap between the doors. “This means that the Tamara family has undergone a major transformation, from focusing on the ‘Judge’ path to focusing on the ‘Apprentice’ path, but no corresponding historical data has appeared yet. "A small number of Tamara family members who adhered to the 'trial' path have survived to this day and are active in secret. "In addition, Tamara had established a very close relationship with the Witch Family during the Tudor Empire. In the Fifth Epoch, a secret organization called the 'Gnosis Society' emerged. It had both 'witches' and 'apprentices' from Tamara. There is reason to believe that they are still cooperating. "This part of Tamara and the other Tamara were separated for many years and didn't acknowledge each other. "The Tamaras who insisted on the 'Judgment' path also experienced a split. The details are unknown..." Seeing this, Franca and Janna thought at the same time: It turns out that Tamara's family has a certain relationship with the "witches"! The two continued to read the rest of the letter: "The person who led you to the Tamara family tomb and discovered the 'Mirror World Fragment' should also be targeting that special mirror world and the witch sect. You don't have to worry for now. Just be careful of coincidences and theft and fraud around you..." ………… Over the next few days, Lumian did not encounter a single attack, and the same was true for Lugano and Ludwig. Santa Harbor seemed to become calm again, and the people who were watching secretly had no intention of taking another step forward. Just as Lumian was thinking about whether to do something more to figure out all the details before the sea prayer ceremony in early November, the "Knight of the Sword" brought new findings about Nolfi and Batna. His face remained pale as he spoke to Lumian: "I have found a suspect who has kidnapped two targets. Should I do it alone, or should we go together?" Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Together." (End of this chapter)