Chapter 601: Confrontation and Reconciliation (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days) The night enveloped the earth, the stars dotted the sky, and the celebrating citizens of Santapuerto had gone home, leaving behind garbage scattered on the ground and the smell of alcohol in the air. The festival is officially over and tomorrow will be busy again. Lumian drank until the bar closed and when he came out, he seemed to be the only one left on the street with a few gas street lamps on. The air in the middle of the night was tinged with the chill of approaching winter. Every time Lumian took a breath, he felt the wonderful freshness seeping into his lungs. In his ears was the sound of the constant crashing of the tide on the shore, which made the night even more peaceful and profound. Lumian seemed to be drunk and in a better mood. He put his hands in his pockets and walked briskly around the various garbage left by the celebrants. No one saw it and it was quiet. And so, Lumian strolled back to the room he had rented using a fake ID. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lugano standing in the living room, pacing back and forth. “Are you still awake?” Lumian raised an eyebrow.

Lugano looked like he had just recovered from a serious injury, and said with a complicated expression: "An hour ago, the captain of the battle sisters, Noelia, came to see you. She was not wearing leather armor, but a very gorgeous long dress. She had a great figure..." "And then?" Lumian asked with amusement. Lugano replied enviously: "I said you were not here, and she left with regret." "But what does this have to do with you? Why haven't you fallen asleep for a whole hour?" Lumian sneered. Lugano coughed twice awkwardly: "I just suddenly had the idea of ​​thinking about my future. Should I return to Trier and continue my career as a doctor, or choose a different life?" Lumian smiled, ignored the "doctor", simply washed up, returned to his room, and fell asleep. He had a dream, and all the things that had happened recently entered his dream in a messy way, combining to form an even more bizarre and strange story. At six o'clock in the morning, Lumian woke up on time and turned over and sat up. His mind had become clear, and as he recalled the dream just now, he suddenly realized that he had missed a detail: If we ignore the possibility that the Aurora Society has angels secretly watching this matter, then the most important part of the entire sea prayer ceremony is that Amon used the altar in Milo Village to additionally and covertly give his "lie" the ability to "steal". Otherwise, when the energy channel of the spacecraft is opened, the explosion of deep power will cause a certain reversal of the situation on the scene, and without the power of the sea, I will not be able to use the authority of the "Governor of the Sea" to trap the "mad woman" and drag her until the "Magician" arrives. But as Tianzun, who stands at the top of the three divine paths of "Fortune Teller", "Apprentice" and "Thief", he should have a very complete and profound understanding of the various abilities of the "Thief" path. He should not have thought that there might be someone hidden in the altar who was given the power of "stealing" by Amon. It is understandable that He did not tell "April Fools" this knowledge. After all, it is just a consumable tool. Knowing too much will affect the determination and will when taking action. However, it is unreasonable for the overall plan to fail directly because of this incident. Is it that Tianzun's intention is not just what it seems, and he has achieved a certain goal in secret, or is it that Amon and the person behind him did something in advance that led to a similar situation? If Amon had really been staring at the altar in Milo Village, last year's sea prayer ceremony would not have failed. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that He wanted to see an April Fool's Day joke. But it was understandable that April Fools were allowed to sabotage the ceremony last year, but shouldn’t the simplest and most convenient way this year be to quietly complete the “Sea Queen’s Ring” during the “Paying Homage to the Ancestors” session? Then, watching the “Governor of the Sea” in the guise of “Ultraman” look stunned and confused when he discovered that the sea sacrifice ceremony was a success! Why do we have to go through so much trouble and do so many unnecessary things? There must be something I haven't figured out here... Lumian rubbed his head and got off the bed.

He was not surprised or surprised by the realization that had just emerged. It would be abnormal if he could quickly figure out the true purpose of every link and every participant in such a matter involving high-level and high-status beings. Anyway, his goal has been achieved, and the dangerous black hole in the spacecraft is still sealed. The rest has nothing to do with him. It would be good if he could figure it out. If he can't figure it out, he can write to Ms. "Magician" and ask her as a reminder. After jogging around Santa Harbor, which had not yet fully woken up, Lumian wrote a letter to tell the "Magician" the question he had just thought of. At this time, Lugano, who had collected breakfast for Ludwig, also returned to the room. Lumian thought for a moment, took out a thousand gold coins and gave them to the other party, and said in a calm voice: "I have to leave for a few days. You are responsible for taking care of Ludwig. When I come back, this commission will be completely completed." At that time, Lumian planned to take a boat to the southern continent, and make some small conspiracies along the way to waste some time, so that he could be ready to face the last conspiracy and advance to Sequence 5 when he arrived at the destination in the southern continent. Lugano did not ask his employer where he was going, but asked a little nervously: "Will there be any danger in these few days?" "It's over now," Lumian said with a smile. "If there is any further danger, you can run to the Abbey of Plenty and seek protection. Isn't this what you were expecting?" Lugano smiled awkwardly, feeling relieved by his employer's attitude. The sun is shining in Santa Puerto, the food is delicious, and the women are welcoming, so it would be nice to stay a few more days! ………… A two-story stagecoach galloped through the rural towns dotted among the green meadows, heading towards the foot of the Piraeus Mountains. Lumian maintained the appearance of the great adventurer Louis Berry, sitting by the window of the stagecoach, quietly watching the scenery outside passing by: Every green pasture was filled with flocks of sheep, and shepherds were walking about in their trimmed robes for ease of movement; They either live in huts they built themselves, or in small huts mounted on wheels that can be moved across the plains. From time to time, nearby villagers tried to drive away the foreigners who had moved in, but they either dealt with them with a smile or bribed them with money or supplies. Encountering determined locals, the shepherds coming from the mountain pass had to move to a more wild place, facing the prying eyes of wild wolves and other creatures... The scenes and events that had been told by the shepherds of Cordu Village appeared in Lumian's eyes in the most intuitive way and remained in his brain. Two days later, the stagecoach arrived at the foot of the Piraeus Mountains and stopped in a small town outside the mountain pass. Lumian put on a black woolen coat and went into the mountains alone. On the mountain ridge, the cold wind gradually became stronger and almost no one walked in the wild. Lumian walked in the mountains where the green had already faded, on the path trampled by shepherds and merchants, under the gray sky where no birds were flying. There were no people or animals around, only withered trees and streams with little water. Everywhere was the desolate scene of winter. In such loneliness and coldness, it took him nearly three days to climb over the Dariege Mountains step by step and walk to the small river outside the village of Cordu. After passing the woodland with tall trees, Lumian saw the blood-red pillar that was not very high but gave people the feeling of a mountain. As he stared, he heard footsteps coming from the front. He was a middle-aged man wearing a fur coat and clasping his hands. The middle-aged forest ranger shivered in the cold wind and shouted: "Don't go any further, the village is gone!" Lumian's gaze passed over the forest ranger and fell on the wreckage of buildings in the distance that were either completely collapsed or burned. After looking for several seconds, he asked in a low voice:

"What happened in that village?" The forest keeper glanced around and said in a low voice: “It is said that because of believing in the devil, the people in the village went crazy, burned down their houses and walked into the abyss. "Look, would a normal village be like this?" Lumian fell silent and did not speak for a long time. Seeing this, the forest keeper said sincerely: "Anyway, the masters told me to stop anyone from entering this village, saying it would bring bad luck and attract the devil." Lumian remained silent and didn't ask any more questions. After looking at the ruins that seemed both strange and familiar for a while, he turned and left the village entrance, walking step by step to the nearest alpine meadow in the cold wind. The grass here has completely withered and blown away by the wind, leaving only large areas of brown soil. Lumian gazed at the ruins of Cordu Village for a long time, then found a shack left by shepherds and lay down in it. He closed his eyes and remained motionless. If only everything before was just a dream. When I woke up from the dream, the alpine meadows were still green, birds were flying back in the sky, and the old tavern was full of farmers and herdsmen. My sister continued to urge me to study, while Raymond, Ava and others were still worried about their future, not knowing what kind of life they would have... ………… The sun is still shining brightly, but the weather is starting to get colder in Santa Harbor. Lumian suddenly appeared in front of Lugano and Ludwig. "You're finally back!" Lugano blurted out as if he had seen a savior. The kid Ludwig's appetite has grown again, and the thousand gold lisos are spent faster than expected! If Lumian doesn't come back in another week, Lugano will have to consider whether to use his own money. You can't let the child starve, or he might eat you! Lumian smiled: "The commission is over. I will pay you the balance now. Do you want me to help you teleport back to Trier directly, or do you want to take a boat or cross the Dariege Mountains to go back by yourself?" Lugano was silent for a moment, and seemed to be struggling. PS: Please give me a monthly ticket in the last three days~ (End of this chapter)