Chapter 625 The Breath of Death Normally, dark gray eyes were not a detail worthy of attention. This eye color was rare in Intis, but not uncommon in places like the Kingdom of Loen. However, Franka keenly felt that there was some key information hidden in it: Moran Avni is suspected to be the "Man in the Mirror". The "Black Witch" Clarisse is tracking down the "Man in the Mirror". Moreover, they are demigods of the "Witch" path who are closely related to the "Mirror World". As a result, they all have dark gray eyes that are not common among the public. Isn't this too much of a coincidence? "What's wrong?" Janna asked with concern when she saw Franca pause. Franka thought for a few seconds, then said that the "Black Witch" had the same eye color as Moran Avini, and finally said: "None of the 'Mirror Man' we encountered before had this trait." "It's only for the more special 'Man in the Mirror'? The 'Black Witch' is also a 'Man in the Mirror'?" Janna guessed divergently. "That's impossible." Franka denied subconsciously, "She also asked me to investigate the 'Man in the Mirror'... Well, it's not impossible. Haven't we seen enough stories of thieves calling the police to catch the thief?" Anthony thought for a moment and said: "Could it be a symbol of being polluted by the 'Original Witch' in the mirror? The special 'Mirror Man' who has reached a certain level will have such eye color. The same is true for the 'Witch' who has become a demigod and has been polluted?" "No, Moran Avni's eyes were originally supposed to be dark gray. It's impossible for the 'person in the mirror' who replaced him to change his eye color without arousing suspicion." Franca pondered and made inferences, "In other words, the 'Black Witch' and the original Moran Avni belong to the same family? I used to think that she was from the Soran family and was the elder of Browns Soran, otherwise they wouldn't have cultivated such a stupid witch. Now it seems that it's not the case..." "Not necessarily." Franca and Janna said in unison.

Everyone has a paternal and maternal family. Being from Sauron’s family doesn’t mean you’re not from the family with dark grey eyes! Franka hesitated for a few seconds and said: "It's been a long time since I reported to the Black Witch on the progress of the investigation into the 'Man in the Mirror' issue. I'm going to visit her this week and talk about Moran Avni's case." "Be careful." Janna warned. Franka raised the corners of her mouth and said with a bright smile: "Don't worry, she asked me to investigate the 'Man in the Mirror'. We should have some idea of ​​the possible developments. If she really has a deep connection with Moran Avni, then maybe we will see something unexpected happen to the Minister of Industry. If not, it's a good opportunity to ask her for help!" ………… On Hunt Island, Lumian walked on the dark streets, feeling the sea breeze that had taken away the heat, and leisurely returned to the "Berry". He put his hands in his pockets, his mind was extremely active, and he began to organize the various legends and stories he had just collected, trying to find clues about the devil. If the "Magician" lady had not specifically warned him to be careful, and if Napoleon had not fully revealed the name and identity of the so-called devil's descendant, Lumian would have definitely thrown himself out as bait - in that case, he would have made a big fuss about his malice and planned a plan that had a chance of success, triggering the devil's danger foresight and making it come to him on its own to eliminate the hidden danger, and what would be waiting for it would be a hidden trap. "It's been a hundred or two hundred years, and there have been many adventurers who have come to investigate the legend of the devil. The Church of the 'Mother Earth' should also be trying its best to erase the remaining problems, but to no avail. It's not realistic to find the devil using conventional methods... “Think about it from another angle, why did the devil have to hide on Hunt Island? "It has already been cleaned up by the Church of Mother Earth, so why take the risk of staying here? "If it were me, I would have settled somewhere else long ago. As a devil, there is no place I can't survive. "If you really think you are a high-IQ criminal, a real 'criminal' who has to mock the clergy of the 'Mother Earth' Church in this way, you should be tired of it after so many years... “Is there some reason why it is stranded on Haunt Island? "Is it sealed to some extent? Or is there something very important buried on the island that cannot be moved away? “That valley burning with sulfuric fire? "Also, demons can live for hundreds of years, but ordinary people can't. If a demon really wants to hide in a human town, it has to change its identity every few decades, which might leave clues. "Hant Island is one of the transit ports for the trade routes between the north and south continents. There are many foreign settlers. The devil can easily fabricate a new identity, but how can the original identity naturally exit? "The residents here are all believers of the 'Mother Earth'. After death, they will be sent to the church to receive comfort. Does a devil have the courage to pretend to be dead and accept the gaze of the 'Mother Earth' and the cleansing of holy water? “Well, disappearing is the best way to deal with it. Whether it’s an adventure at sea or disappearing in the forest, it can effectively avoid the corresponding problems. "Every year, people disappear in the forest outside the city... Did the devil deliberately create some accidents and hide his own 'death' in the middle?" Lumian's thoughts raced, and he gradually came up with some reasoning and speculation. This is also a way to hone the abilities of the "conspirator" and digest the potion. He had a rather vague idea of ​​the whole thing:

"If you want to find the devil hidden among humans, you must find the mysterious valley burning with sulfur flames deep in the forest. If you want to find out the secret of the valley, you have to rely on the devil. These two things are probably linked and cannot be separated." Lumian had a rough plan for tomorrow's investigation: "First, go around the forest and use the Hunter ability to look for the remains of those who disappeared before. If you can find one or two bodies with some edible tissue left, bring them back to Ludwig and see who the deceased saw last. "During this process, without alerting the clergy of the Church of Mother Earth, we should go deeper into the island to see if there are any abnormalities. If so, what kind of abnormalities are there..." While strolling leisurely, Lumian suddenly looked up and saw that the stars in the sky were covered by dark clouds. Heavy rain fell in an instant. Drops of rain splashed mist in front of Lumian. Without an umbrella, he had to hide under the eaves of a three-story building on the street and outside a cafe where the lights had been turned off long ago, waiting for the rainstorm to end without any emotion. The few pedestrians on the road all opened the umbrellas they carried with them. Lumian couldn't help but laugh, remembering the common description of the islands in the Sea of ​​Fury in the travel guide: The climate changes dramatically, so remember to bring an umbrella or a hat when going out. Obviously, Lumian did not take this reminder seriously. He was not in a hurry. He just leaned against the wall between the two glass windows of the cafe, quietly watching the raindrops falling into lines, and watching the people returning home late walking towards different streets with one deep step and one shallow step. The sound of the rain covered up all the noise, and the white mist obscured most of Lumian's vision, making him feel as if he was in another world. Looking at this scene, Lumian recalled his past wanderings: Homeless people often cannot predict what the weather will be like, and it is difficult for them to take shelter in places like churches in advance. Therefore, they will occasionally huddle in a corner of the street where they can shelter from the rain, like they are doing now, looking at the rain with fear, worry, uneasiness, and depression, praying that no other homeless people will come to compete for their temporary shelter. But now, his mood was completely different. The heavy rain in the violent sea came quickly and receded quickly. In less than fifteen minutes, the only water left on the street was the accumulated water that had not yet been drained. Lumian chuckled, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, walked along the wet street to the port, and boarded the "Berry". As soon as he pushed the door open, Lumian saw Lugano wiping Ludwig's dripping hair with a dry and soft towel. He himself looked like he had fallen into the water. "You didn't bring an umbrella?" Lumian asked with a smile. Lugano replied awkwardly: "I thought I was a 'farmer' and could predict weather changes in advance, so I took Ludwig to the street to buy supper without an umbrella. He said he didn't want to eat cakes and cookies tonight. Well, who knew? I predicted that there would be a rainstorm, but the rainstorm only took a few tens of seconds to fall. At that time, I wanted to hold Ludwig and rush back to the boat before the rain started..." Seeing that the "doctor" did not find an objective reason and just blamed himself for not being able to do the job, Lumian kindly added: "This is the weather of the Rough Sea. Even the 'cultivators' can't predict it." This is also one of the reasons why the islands in the Violent Sea, which are also under the rule of the Church of the "Mother Earth", do not always have good harvests like the mainland of the Kingdom of Feynaport. "Yes, yes." Lugano breathed a sigh of relief. Lumian turned to look at Ludwig, whose hair was no longer dripping, and asked casually: "Do you smell anything?" Is there any particularly tempting "food" hiding nearby? Ludwig ate a piece of corn cake and said: “There’s a smell of death.” The breath of death? Lumian frowned slightly: "Someone died near the night market?"

Ludwig shook his head: “When it rains, the smell of death is everywhere.” What does this mean? Lumian asked, raising his doubts. Ludwig answered candidly: "I don't know. It disappeared later." It rains when it rains, but not after it rains... Is this caused by the violent sea itself, or is it an abnormality on the island caused by the abnormal weather in the violent sea? Lumian pondered for a moment and did not rush to write a letter to ask the "magician" lady. This was his chance to digest the situation. He felt that he should try not to rely on the power of those in higher positions unless it was a critical moment, so that he could digest the situation better. At night, Lumian fell asleep with a lot on his mind. In his hazy dream, he saw many things that were both familiar and unfamiliar: There is the pale "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", the afterimage of the "Blood Emperor" as huge as a mountain and dripping with yellow "magma", and the unknown things poking out of the spring... The scene suddenly changed, and Lumian was wandering alone in the deep darkness underground. He seemed to have become the ghost of Montsouris. (End of this chapter)