Chapter 568 Possible Breakthrough Franka was touched by Lumian's words and echoed him expectantly: "Then we have caught the fox by the tail. Then, we can summon some good helpers and try to kill a few more core members of April Fools' Day!" As she spoke, she began to grit her teeth. Lumian and Franca made various guesses and inferences about the role and function played by Ultraman in last year's prank, but none of them made them feel enlightened or like they had grasped the key. "Huh, we're still missing some important pieces of the puzzle." Franka exhaled, "See if you can catch more fish." She had to return to Trier. Lumian hummed, then asked thoughtfully: "How is your search for the descendants of Tamara's family going?" "We haven't gained anything yet, but Ms. Judgment plans to report this matter to the other Major Arcana cards. I hope they can help keep an eye on it." Franka briefly explained the situation on her side. Lumian looked at her face and said: "I have a direction for investigation." "What?" Franca perked up.

Lumian's lips curled up slightly: "Check for other members of the Witch Cult in Trier. “Since some members of the Tamara family have close ties with the Witch Cult, and may even have jointly established a secret organization called the ‘Gnosis Society’, it is entirely possible that some of them have directly joined the Witch Cult. "Besides, isn't the mission that Ms. Judgment gave you to infiltrate the Witch Cult and find out the current status and problems of the Original Witch? Why don't you investigate other witches and get information from them, and wait until you become a strong person at the level of the Red Witch before starting? By then, how can you find so many angel-level Hunter Beyonder traits to help you change back to your original gender?" "Why is it the 'Red Witch'?" This was the question that Franka was instinctively concerned about. Lumian smiled: "Have you forgotten your nickname, Ms. 'Red Boots'?" Franka smiled awkwardly: "Isn't that to shape the character's characteristics, so that when he runs away, he can easily change it to create a significant difference from the description on the wanted poster? "Well, isn't it too dangerous to investigate other witches under the nose of the 'Black Witch'?" Lumian raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "What are you investigating the Tamara family for?" "Investigate the person in the mirror." Franka answered subconsciously. Lumian asked again: "Investigate who gave the task to the person in the mirror." "It's the 'Black Witch'..." Franka suddenly closed her mouth. She then said to herself: "However, we still have to strike a balance and falsify the source of the intelligence, otherwise, we will still be suspected." Lumian said nothing more, grabbed Franca's shoulders, and planned to take her back to Trier. Franca glanced at the window with the curtains drawn and said eagerly: "Remember to ask me to help you visit the Battle Sisters later." She arrived at Santa Port in the afternoon, and wandered around for a long time using the pseudonym "Chanem" and the appearance on Lumian's fake ID. With her fluent highland dialect, she quickly understood the local customs and the style of the combat nuns. Lumian sneered: "Don't even think about it. You can't get them pregnant." Franka replied unconvinced: "Theoretically, it's not impossible, but it's quite dangerous. Think about it, Mrs. Pualis."

Lumian was speechless. "Besides, life is not just about having children..." Franca continued to look for reasons. Lumian exhaled silently, activating the black mark on his right shoulder. He took the still-talking Franca with him and disappeared into the master bedroom of the suite. Not long after, Lumian returned to the place where he left. He shook his head and laughed at Franca, then sat back in the armchair again. I have to say that being able to speak whatever comes to mind and joke with friends without any precautions is very helpful in relieving his pent-up emotions. Having relaxed again, Lumian leaned back in his chair and sorted out the information he had about the sea-praying ceremony and the statements from all parties in his mind, trying to find details that might reveal the existence of "Ultraman" and confirm whether there were any problems that he had overlooked. As a "conspirator", Lumian did not need to list the key points on paper. He relied on his eyes for clues. All the information was distributed in his mind at the same time, forming a huge spider web that slowly rotated and changed. After a while, he sat up straight. He found a breakthrough that might reveal the essence of the sea-praying ritual. Lumian stood up, walked out of the master bedroom, and saw Ludwig eating a crispy potato pancake at the dining table on one side of the living room. He sat opposite the little boy and took out the compound eye of the mutant black spider, a spiritual material that did not contain any extraordinary properties, with a smile. Suddenly, Ludwig raised his head and looked at Lumian. “Can you eat this thing?” Lumian tossed the black compound eye. Ludwig nodded heavily: "can." Lumian was curious for a moment, so he took out his "secret-seeing glasses" and said: “Can you eat this?” "Not yet," Ludwig answered honestly. Not yet, but maybe in the future? Lumian put away his "Mystery Spectacles" and placed the mutant black spider's compound eyes on the dining table in front of him: "I want you to translate a sentence. If you can give me the correct answer, it will be your food." Gulu, Ludwig swallowed his saliva and said: "it is good." Lumian recalled the strange language spoken by Lato Giallo and made some gibberish sounds. He concluded: "That's about it." Ludwig shook his head in disappointment: "don't know." He paused and said: "But I seem to have heard it somewhere before. It's a little familiar."

Was it because most of the memories and knowledge were sealed when the mind was sealed? Under Ludwig's reluctant gaze, Lumian put the mutant black spider's compound eyes back into the "traveler's bag". Ludwig took a bite of potato pancake and mumbled: "If you can find me a creature that knows this language to eat, then I can help you translate it." This is... Lumian asked in surprise: "Can eating something give you a certain ability or knowledge?" "It has a maintenance time, and it depends on the specific situation." Ludwig explained simply without going into details. Lumian nodded thoughtfully: "You can tell me about the Batins black worm because you ate that worm some time ago?" "Yeah." Ludwig nodded. "It wanted to sneak attack me. It waited for a long time." So that's how it is. I thought you had recovered some of your memory and knowledge... As expected, the paralysis attack would not only target Lugano. After all, this could turn into a trap at any time... Lumian stood up, left the dining table, and walked back to the master bedroom under Ludwig's pitiful eyes. He had no place to find a creature that could understand the "language of the sea" for Ludwig, and the people in the Fisheries Guild were not sure whether the meaning they interpreted was correct. After entering the master bedroom and closing the door, Lumian asked in a low voice, thinking that he would not lose anything by asking: "Thermopylae, do you understand that language? Do you know what that sentence really means?" Thermiporos's magnificent voice rang out, echoing in Lumian's ears: "Anyway, it doesn't mean 'marry the sea as proof of conquest'." After saying this, Thermopylae returned to silence, without explaining the true meaning to Lumian. Fuck, you might as well not answer! You confirmed my guess, but you didn't tell me the real story! Haha, are you just pretending to understand? Lumian cursed inwardly, feeling that Thermipolos, the angel of fate, was becoming less and less direct and straightforward than before, and didn't understand the art of speaking. He gradually learned how to make people angry! Lumian calmed down, sat back in the armchair, spread out the letter paper, and began to write to Ms. Magician. He recounted what he had seen and heard in Santa Port with the mentality of recording his travel experiences. At the end, he wrote down the words in an unknown language by piecing together the pronunciations, and gave the meaning that the Fisheries Guild believed - "O sea, I will marry you as a symbol of my conquest of you", and then made a request: "Ma'am, have you ever seen this language and do you know what it really means?" After folding the letter, Lumian set up the ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger. The "doll" messenger in a light golden skirt walked out from the candlelight, looked around, and said angrily: "Don't let that dirty kid near me!" "He's eating outside and won't come in without my permission." For some reason, Lumian heard a hint of hidden fear in the menacing words of the "Doll" messenger. The "Doll" messenger nodded with satisfaction: “You have to take care of it! "If it doesn't obey, don't give it food!" Use it as a nickname... Lumian smiled and said: "If I don't feed him, something more horrible might happen." The "Doll" messenger was silent for a moment and said: "Then give it more food!" After saying this, the doll-like messenger quickly retracted into the candlelight holding the folded letter paper. Lumian finished the ceremony, extinguished the candle, looked toward the door of the master bedroom, and muttered to himself silently: "It is indeed a dangerous creature that is sealed away..." He then took out the gold-cased pocket watch he got from the Breeze Ballroom, snapped it open and took a look.

His entire body suddenly turned into shadow and merged into the darkness. He had some things to do tonight. ………… In the port area, on the top floor of the Fisheries Guild’s castle-like building. When Lumian arrived at the tower-shaped place, he saw Lato Giallo waiting there in formal attire. "Are you on duty tonight?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat on his head and asked as if chatting with a friend. The middle-aged man Lato sighed and said: "Originally it wasn't, but if you want to come, then it is. We can't let an old man like the president come, right?" Lumian said nothing more, and created a bunch of red-white fireballs with delayed explosions, and threw them to different corners of the tower. After completing this task, he waved to Lato Giallo and returned to the shadows. Lato walked to the entrance of the tower and clenched his fists in fear. Just thirty seconds later, those red and white fireballs exploded at the same time. Rumble! The entire tower was engulfed in flames, and Lato at the entrance was blown away by the shock wave. A large number of shiny scales had already appeared on his body surface to reduce the damage. Rumble! In less than half an hour, everyone in Santa Port who was well-informed knew one thing: The fishing guild was bombed! (End of this chapter)