Chapter 632: Removing Pollution Seeing that the "Magician" lady had not confirmed his speculation, nor analyzed the deeper truth of the legend of the devil on Hunt Island, Lumian realized that this probably involved things that he could not pry into at the moment, or that it was best not to know before clearing the accumulated pollution. “Find a time… you mean I can go there anytime, without having to spend time with the healer? Has the ‘magician’ lady foreseen that there will be no problem?” Lumian took the paper with the coordinates of the spirit world written on it and activated the black mark on his right shoulder. His figure disappeared on the "Berry" and he shuttled between the chaotic and overlapping blocks of color. From time to time, he could feel ambiguous gazes and see indescribable shapes. After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally arrived at the area corresponding to the coordinates of the spiritual world and took a step out. The first thing that caught his eye was the towering dome, bright glass windows and murals depicting epic poems. Then, Lumian saw a ball of sunlight deep in the hall. He suddenly realized something and walked towards that place. As he walked, he saw the sunlight "spreading" over, leaving no shadow or darkness wherever it passed. The next second, Lumian was enveloped by sunlight. He suddenly felt as if his skin, flesh, bones and internal organs were pierced by the pure sunlight, and his soul was directly exposed.

A little bit of illusory black air was forced out from his soul and his body by the sunlight. They bared their fangs and claws, highlighting Lumian's face, a face that was either hideous, painful, pleading, or threatening. In just a few seconds, the black air was melted away by the sunlight unstoppably. At the same time, Lumian's heart began to ache and his left chest felt hot. The blazing, bright sunlight seemed to drive out everything there and purify it all. Amid the severe pain in his heart, Lumian vaguely felt that the seal on his left chest was changing, hiding, and aligning itself with the sunlight. Before this attempt was successful, the sunlight stopped on its own and no longer continued. They retreated like a tide, shrinking back into the depths of the hall. Lumian returned to normal in an instant. Apart from the lingering discomfort in his heart, he felt a lot more relaxed and open-minded, just like he suddenly felt the morning breeze and saw the rising sun after living in darkness and depression for a long time. He then noticed a very tall man standing in the back of the hall. He was wearing a simple white robe. Lumian felt that the other person was very young, and looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. He was over two meters tall, and had an oppressive aura, but a very calm temperament, and his brown hair was neatly groomed. "The remaining pollution on your body has been cleaned up." The tall man said in ancient Feysac. Lumian asked speculatively: "Are you Mr. Sun?" "Yes." The tall young man was quite polite, without showing any arrogance or impatience. He's surprisingly young, but one can't judge his age from his appearance... Lumian thanked him briefly but didn't have anything else to ask or consult. He pointed outside the hall: "Can I go out for a walk?" He didn't know where this place was yet, but judging from the murals on the wall, it should be a very important church of the Church of Fools. From this, he deduced that the Major Arcana card "The Sun" in front of him was a high-ranking member of the Church of the Fool, or even the one or several people standing at the very top. "Okay." The Major Arcana card, "The Sun", nodded.

Lumian placed his hand on his chest and saluted using the Church of Fools etiquette, then turned around and walked out of the hall. After leaving the door, the world suddenly came alive, and various sounds and different figures flooded into his senses at the same time. At this moment, Lumian's first thought was: Have I mistakenly entered the land of giants? He saw that the people walking on the street were at least meters tall, with the occasional one being meters tall. Regardless of whether they were "half-giants" or "giants", as long as they were male, they all wore white shirts, black windbreakers, half-high silk hats, and held canes that were as tall as spears, exuding an indescribable sense of absurdity. The ladies were also very tall, and only a few wore skirts, with most opting for trousers for easier movement. Lumian looked around again, his eyes sliding over the doors that were more than four meters long. He was silent for a moment, feeling like a newborn baby here. This realization made him temporarily lose the mood to wander around here. Of course, only briefly. ………… At the entrance of a vineyard in Chaillot, Trier. After Franka explained to the butler who opened the door that she was here to visit Ms. Clarisse, the butler made way for her, but did not lead the way ahead. He remained where he was, acting as if he knew where Ms. Clarisse was and he could go there himself. Franca didn't care and followed the path she remembered until she found the round pavilion between the grape vines. As expected, the "Black Witch" Clarisse, wearing a black court dress, was sitting here. "Good morning, Ms. Clarisse." Franca greeted warmly and cordially, unconcealing her admiration for the other's beautiful face and slightly sad temperament. "Black Witch" Clarisse nodded slightly and said: "Any progress in the investigation of 'The Man in the Mirror'?" Franka didn't rush to answer, she looked at the charming dark gray eyes opposite her and said: "Bronx isn't here?" "She is not my maid. She has her own things to do." The "Black Witch" Clarisse answered concisely. "She's not in the Red House Cafe or the hunting ground next to the forest." Franka sniffed the fragrance in the air and chose to chat with the "Black Witch". "She has other things to do." Clarice obviously didn't want to talk more about this. Franca had no choice but to tell the story of the Minister of Industry, Moran Avni, from beginning to end, only replacing the person who felt the tremor of the "fragment of the mirror world" while watching the play with herself. Clarisse did not interrupt her story, nor did she respond immediately. Her eyes were slightly lowered, as if she was in deep thought. Franka did not urge the "Black Witch", her eyes constantly moving back and forth between her dark gray eyes that seemed to be covered with mist, her fair and delicate skin, her breathtaking lines and her extremely attractive rosy lips. She knew this was not good, but she couldn't control herself. She gradually became hot-headed, her mind became a little foggy, and her mouth started to feel dry, so she had to sip it from time to time. Fuck! Why am I in heat now... Although humans can be in heat anytime and anywhere, when discussing serious matters, when facing high-ranking people, I am always very serious, at most admiring... Is it that the "Black Witch" is actively exuding charm to seduce me, or is there another reason? Yes, the influence of the residual pollution of the devil's affairs! Although this is already very minor and there is no manifestation in daily life, in front of the high-ranking witch who is famous for her feminine charm, it will make me more unable to control my own desires, so I gradually enter the state of heat... Franka gritted her teeth and did not let herself become a slave to desire. Clarisse raised her head and glanced at her: "Have you been out of pleasure for too long?"

"I haven't had any since my last lover died." Franka understood that "Black Witch" refers to pleasure in a narrow sense, so she answered truthfully and explained, "Didn't I just tell you? In order to get close to Moran Avini's illegitimate daughter, I used a magical item. The negative effect was that I encountered transactions with evil creatures such as demons. Later, I did encounter them and was affected to some extent." Clarisse's voice turned cold: "Patience is not a long-term solution. Make yourself happy more often, otherwise, the 'devil' path will be your nemesis." The temperament of this "Black Witch" suddenly became holy, dignified and inviolable. Franca also began to feel that she could not have any obscene thoughts about such a beauty. Her desire gradually subsided, her mind slowly regained clarity, and she broke free from her estrus. Clarice brought the topic back on track: "You want to deal with Moran Avni?" "He should be a very important 'Man in the Mirror'. If we can catch him or communicate with his spirit, we should be able to control most of the 'Man in the Mirror' hiding in Trier. Ma'am, I would like to ask for your help." Franka said with a bit of a show-off mentality. She didn't mention that Moran Avni had dark gray eyes like Clarice, she just showed the color photo. Clarisse nodded slightly and said: "You can plan your actions now. I will provide assistance at critical moments, but in most scenarios, you will need to rely on yourself and the forces under your control." "No problem." Franca did not hide her happiness. When she left the round pavilion surrounded by grape vines, the dark gray eyes of the "Black Witch" Clarisse turned cold and she slowly stood up. ………… Inside the sunny bar. Lumian held up a beer glass that was bigger than his head, clinked it with the nearly three-meter-tall "giant" opposite him, and drank the golden liquid in gulps. He wiped the corner of his mouth and laughed: "So this is the New Silver City mentioned in the Holy Scripture." During the sermon, he learned that the New Silver City was the headquarters of the Church of Fools, located in the Sonia Sea. It was founded by the surviving humans rescued by Gehrman Sparrow from the cursed continent of the God-Forsaken Land. What he didn't expect was that the surviving humans were so tall, almost giants! “Yes, all the warriors here are always ready to fight for Mr. Fool’s church!” the nearly three-meter-tall “giant” said with satisfaction, “You are very good. You worship the Angel of Redemption and believe in Mr. Fool. With these two points, we are brothers!” He stretched out his right palm and slapped Lumian, almost knocking him to the ground, just like a child encountering the paw of a brown bear. Lumian forced himself to keep smiling and said: "Can you tell me in detail about the deeds of the 'Angel of Redemption' in the 'God-Forsaken Land'?" (End of this chapter)