Chapter 624 Hant Island Ludwig, who was eating grilled lamb chops, glanced at the ancient notebook and the note with the "Love Spell" written on it and said: "I can only tell you the year of the paper, the materials it was made from and the manufacturing process." It is impossible to absorb the knowledge written above and the hidden content. “Okay.” Lumian withdrew his hand without much disappointment. He "consulted" Ludwig purely with the mentality that he would not lose anything by asking. With no extra gains, he sat down in the reclining chair, basking in the still bright sunshine, and flipping through the ancient notebook that contained a large number of devil legends. This notebook was written purely in the plateau language, otherwise someone like Flores, who had only attended a primary grammar school, would not be able to understand it. Lumian read with great interest, just like reading a novel, and found that some legends were more exciting than the horror novels on the market and made people's spine shudder. Among them, there were a few spells that appeared occasionally. Some of them were obviously compiled by people who knew nothing and had been changed many times. Some of them were slightly evil and similar to "Napolitani". Lumian did not dare to read them out loud and only recited them silently in his heart.

The first day of the "Berry"'s voyage was spent in such peace. Late at night, Lumian dreamed of many beautiful scenes, which intertwined into blushing stories, gradually pushing his emotions to the climax. Just at this moment, Lumian woke up, and the sunlight from outside the window seeped through the curtains, bringing a little light. It's six o'clock in the morning. Lumian lay on the bed, feeling a little lost. The lack of the "ascetic" endurance in the dream makes certain scenes appear unusually moving. “Huh…” Lumian exhaled and laughed at himself, “I almost forgot that this is not a gift, but a curse.” For him, returning to the physical state he had just sealed Thermiporos at six o'clock every morning can be associated with phrases such as not afraid of serious injuries, not afraid of consumption, and having built-in medical capabilities. These are all good things. Although he would inevitably recall the disaster in Cordu Village and his sister Auror every time he reset his body, the pain was unbearable only before the end of the psychological treatment. Later, he gradually became numb and adapted, no longer having a particularly strong reaction, and only occasionally felt a dull pain and a bit of emptiness. Lumian got out of bed and opened the curtains. He saw the blue sea in two completely different states: On the right, the sea is vast and the sky is boundless. At the junction, a red sun has just emerged from the edge. On the left, there is fog and rolling waves, and the situation a hundred meters away cannot be seen clearly. After leaving the master bedroom, Lumian discovered that Lugano had gotten up much earlier than usual and was also looking at the sea view outside. "You seem to be in a good mood," Lumian said with a hint of sarcasm. Lugano smiled awkwardly: "It was my first time in the Raging Sea, so I was a little excited and got up early." Then he added: "Besides, if I want to be a good translator for you, I have to master Dutan as soon as possible." On the coffee table in the room were placed a large number of Dutan language books that Lumian had just bought in Kolia Port. As one of the main trading ports for the southern continent, the citizens of Kolia Port had a real need to learn Dutan language, so much so that it had become a trend. There were various teaching materials to help beginners get started quickly and Dutan language teachers who provided door-to-door educational services. Lumian easily got two sets of teaching materials covering elementary, intermediate and advanced stages with supporting exercises. It was unlike when he was in Santa Port, where he had to spend a lot of effort to get a few books that were barely usable. Lumian clapped his hands twice: "good." Lugano turned and pointed to the foggy and wavy part of the ocean.

"I heard from the sailors on the ship last night that many ships had tried to explore the ocean in that direction, but none of them came back. Later, from time to time, someone saw one of those ships passing quietly at night, with no lights on the ship and no one on the side. “They said this was a raging sea and that we could only sail within safe channels and not think about taking unknown routes, which most of the time meant unknown and irresistible dangers. "Look, the sun is rising over there, and the sea is very calm. But if you really leave the safe channel and sail into that ocean, you may encounter a hurricane or be hit by a lightning storm in the next second, or you may be melted and evaporated by the sun. Haha, these are all what the sailors say, I'm not sure if it's true or not." Lumian nodded and said: "Find out more about similar rumors." Lugano was delighted to receive recognition from his employer and felt that he had found the direction for his efforts. The voyage in the Raging Sea went smoothly, and neither Lumian, Ludwig, nor Lugano encountered any trouble. Sometimes they witnessed a storm that could destroy a city, sometimes they saw lightning spectacle that looked like a forest, and sometimes they found that there was not a single fish in the entire sea, and it was as dead silent as the legendary underworld. With the help of her experienced captain, first mate and sailors, the Berry passed through these areas along a safe channel. A few days later, the ocean-going steamer arrived at the transit port of Hunter Island, where it refueled with coal and water, cleaned its machinery, and replenished light beer and various foods for two days. "This island doesn't seem to have any special products." Lugano held the travel guide from the port of Coria and recalled the stories of passengers and sailors. "But it has an outstanding geographical location and a natural deep-water port. It is one of the main transit ports controlled by the Kingdom of Feynaport." Specialties? Does the devil count? Lumian muttered a few words in his mind, took out two gold lisos, and gently turned them in his hands: "I'm going to try the local homemade wine and see how it tastes." He went straight to the largest bar in the port and ordered a glass of "Paja", a local red wine that was pomegranate-colored, thick and rich. Soon, Lumian started chatting with several guests near the bar, and deliberately said to the one who spoke with a local accent: "I met a nice chick." As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and smiled ambiguously: "I'm going on a date with her later. On a quiet night, can you tell me a few popular local horror stories? Well, they don't have to be popular, just scary enough and with a clear location. For example, a horror incident happened in an empty house on a certain street. Haha, I'll take her there for a date." The local man, with his beard wet with alcohol, put down his oak beer mug and laughed: “That’s mean, but I admire you! "Men vs women is a war, and any means can be used to win!" The local thought for a moment and said: “You can take her on a date to the edge of the forest outside the city. You know, the forest at night is always scary. Besides, there is a devil hidden in the forest of Hant Island, maybe more than one. “As long as I can remember, the priests have been telling everyone not to go deep into the forest, and not to think about cutting wood in the center of the island, as there are many dangers hidden there. "What is the danger? The priests don't tell me, but I'm always told about someone who saw a demon with goat horns and a bad smell of sulfur in the forest. “It is said that those who have seen the devil with their own eyes all died in the end, and no one knows why they died. "What do you think? No woman is not afraid of the devil. No, my wife is not afraid. She is scarier than the devil!" Has the devil story on Hants Island evolved to this extent? It's a bit like the legend of the Montsouris ghost, but if you encounter the Montsouris ghost, your whole family may die. The Hants Island one doesn't have this obvious feature... Lumian raised the glass of red wine, toasted the local, and said: "Although I'm good-looking, I don't think any girl would be willing to follow me to the edge of the forest outside the city on a first date, and at night. Even if she's not afraid that I'll do that to her, she'll be worried that I'm actually a criminal who likes to murder young girls. So, are there any legends about serial killers? It'd be best if they happened in the city." Based on Aurore's witchcraft notes and the intelligence he had gathered over the past few months, Lumian knew that Sequence 9 of the "Devil" pathway was a "criminal," Sequence 8 was a "cold-blooded person," and Sequence 7 was a "serial killer." As the name of the sequence "Serial Killer" suggests, the corresponding Extraordinary Person, regardless of whether they have mastered the "Acting Method" or not, will actively or passively complete some serial killings.

Although the devil on Hunt Island is obviously more than Sequence 7 and has long left the "serial killer" stage, if it is not a natural high-ranking one, but the kind that has been promoted step by step, and has played the role of a "serial killer" clearly or ignorantly, then will it still have the corresponding preferences? Whether it is human beings or creatures with a certain degree of intelligence, once they have indulged in a certain desire and have not deliberately quit or controlled it afterwards, they will inevitably retain their hobbies in that area. Since humans can have a drink occasionally, the devil may also kill a few people occasionally and complete a serial murder case. In addition, if Napoleon's commission was not fabricated in order to reach a verbal agreement, then the devil of Hunt Island or its descendants should be hiding among humans. The local man with beer on his beard thought for a while and said: "There are no serial killers. In a small place like ours, if there were a series of murders, everyone in the city would know about it." Having said this, he paused and said: "Does it count if people disappear in the forest outside the city every year?" ………… Trier, Franca, Janna and Anthony have collected enough intelligence on Moran Avini, the Minister of Industry of the current government. This includes a color photograph. Moran Avni in the photo looks very handsome and romantic like an Intis man. Although he is older, he has more temperament. He was nearly sixty years old, his black hair had turned gray, his facial features were regular, his eyes were dark gray, and his nasolabial folds were quite obvious. "Dark grey eyes are rare in Intis..." Franka sighed. She stopped talking halfway. She thought of another person with dark grey eyes who was also in Intis: "The Black Witch" Clarisse. (End of this chapter)