Chapter 668 Clues "If the Dream Festival really has a fixed date as I guessed, it should be one or a few days in the next few days... "During this period, I have to sleep in Xi Suo's house every night to avoid missing the Dream Festival. I also have to find out as much as possible about the basic rules of the special dream before the Dream Festival. For example, how to get out of the dream normally without entering the primitive jungle..." Lumian closed the gold-cased pocket watch and put it into the breast pocket of his shirt that was hidden by his vest. He did not continue to sleep here, but chose to go down the stairs and enter the streets of Tizamo Town. One reason was that it would be time for Ludwig to have his second midnight snack in twenty minutes. According to the agreement, if Lumian did not return in time, he would come over and wake him up by force. The other reason was that he had to report his current gains to Ms. "Magician". Just as Lumian walked out of Hisoka's house, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "What exactly are you investigating?" In a dark corner that the crimson moonlight could not reach, Camus Castilla, wearing a white shirt and an unbuttoned yellow vest, walked out. His fluffy hair had flattened a lot due to staying up late. The young leader of the combat team of the Paros Port Patrol had been waiting here for some time. Lumian was not surprised at all, as if he had already noticed it. He answered the question irrelevantly: “Many scenes will appear different during the day and at night.” "Indeed." Camus had dealt with many occult incidents that fit this description. The simplest and most common situation was that some haunted houses behaved normally when the sun was shining.

Lumien walked towards the Briou Hotel, teasing Camus with a smile: “Have you been up all this time, crouching in the shadows outside the hotel, watching my movements? "It's really hard. Be careful of sudden death." If Camus had not known that Louis Berry had a very close relationship with the Church of Fools and did not mind him following him, he would have thought that his current joke was a warning to himself. Do you think I want this? Camus laughed at himself and said: "I'll be in charge tonight, and tomorrow it'll be Meslo or Riya." Lumian stopped chatting and walked back to the Briu Hotel step by step as if he was thinking about something. Camus wanted to ask more questions but didn't dare to open his mouth. He then saw the great adventurer stop at the door of the hotel, with his back to him, and said in a calm tone: "Before his death, Tewanaku mentioned a term, 'Dream Festival'. “I just found some traces in his house, confirming that there is a special dream in Tizamo Town. "You and your colleagues should collect all the folklore and legends related to dreams in this area for me as soon as possible." "Uh..." Camus was confused at first, but then he suddenly felt refreshed, as if he had been splashed with a bucket of ice water on a hot summer day. Sure enough, there was a follow-up to the Tewanaco incident. Sure enough, there was a big problem hidden here! Camus was not too surprised, but his heart was hanging. He answered subconsciously: "it is good." After agreeing, Camus found that he had unknowingly followed Louis Berry's orders, as if the other party was the captain of the patrol team. After watching Lumian enter the Briou Hotel, Camus briefly analyzed why he had such a reaction. He felt that the reasons for this situation were the deterrence brought by strength and the credibility and reliability accumulated from previous deeds. "I have to send a telegram back to Paros to request support... "Also, get familiar with Tizamo Town as soon as possible and try to move the 'jurisdiction' here within a few days..." After thinking about the next few things to do, Camus lamented again: After meeting Louis Berry, the problems never stopped coming out!

My original purpose of coming to Tizamo Town was just to monitor his behavior and prevent accidents. Why do I have to investigate the "Dream Festival" again? ………… In a suite on the second floor of the Briu Hotel. Lumian said hello to Ludwig, who was wearing a child's nightcap and had just gotten up and walked to the dining table, and returned to the master bedroom. Before he had time to think about how to write the letter to the "Magician" lady, he saw a piece of paper folded into a square on the desk. Replying after midnight, this is indeed the style of Ms. "Magician"... Lumian laughed in his heart, picked up the letter, and created a ball of blazing white fire above his head. ——There is no gas in Tizamo town yet. Under the light of the blazing white fireball, Lumian unfolded the letter and read: "I've done the astrology and got some insights into the rest of the 'abscessed hand' body: "Its remaining body is divided into three parts. One is highly suspected to be in the underworld. The other two hint that they are closely related to Azshara, the capital of Renburg, but they are not there. This reminds me of the 'Exiled City' Morola, which sealed '0-01'. It also has similar characteristics. It is in Renburg and not in Renburg. “My interpretation is that the two parts of the ‘abscessed hand’ are in the ‘exiled city’ Morola. "Don't you think this is too coincidental? "No, it's not a coincidence at all. My astrological results show that about three months ago, one of the two parts of the body was in a burial complex in the Kingdom of Pers in the southern continent, and the other was related to a folk legend in the central and southern regions. "You see what I mean?" This... almost three months ago... Lumian, as a "conspirator", instantly understood what the "magician" lady was talking about: "I accepted the information about the most terrifying Sealed Artifact '0-01' and pretended to be Ludwig's godfather. This was equivalent to accepting the olive branch extended by the Church of Knowledge and agreeing to pay a certain price for it... "Then, the Church of Knowledge sent high-ranking people to collect two of the remaining parts of the 'Abscessed Hand' and hid them in the 'City of Exile' Morola. "What do you call this? This means you have to go no matter what, unless you give up your hope of advancing to Sequence 4 and becoming a demigod. "Haha, the agreement between me and 'Abscessed Hand' is that I will never be able to obtain divinity before finding its body. This blocks the idea of ​​becoming a demigod directly without taking magic potions or relying on blessings..." Fortunately, Lumian was not opposed to visiting the "City of Exile" Morora before becoming a demigod. He did not feel depressed or annoyed at this moment, but instead thought that this saved him a lot of trouble. He thought for a moment and continued reading the rest of the letter: "My astrological results also told me that once the body of 'Abscessed Hand' is gathered, something dangerous will happen. It is best for you to complete this step in the 'City of Exile' and use the existence of '0-01' to hedge this risk. “That is to say, you need to find the part of your body in the underworld first. "Well, within the next three months, you should have a chance to enter the underworld. Remember to seize it. Don't ask me what the opportunity is, I don't know either." There will be a chance to go to the underworld within the next three months...Lumian repeated this important information. He was delighted but also felt that this sentence was strange, because "entering the underworld" and "going to hell" are two different phrases that represent the same meaning - in this world, except for a small number of people, no one would calmly accept the words "you have a chance to go to hell within three months". You know, many people will say "I wish you go to hell soon" when they curse each other. Not having time to think about what opportunities would allow him to enter the underworld, Lumian burned the reply from the "Magician" lady, wrote down what he had gained tonight and his guess about the "Dream Festival", and planned to send it to his Major Arcana card tomorrow at noon. ——Although he always felt that the "magician" lady's "work and rest schedule" was a bit similar to Franka's, he was still not sure whether it was convenient to send a letter at this time. ………… Northern Continent, Trier. The winter sun shines through the glass windows and into the living room, driving away some of the cold and bringing a certain amount of warmth.

Franka lay comfortably in the armchair, eyes half open and half closed, enjoying such beauty. Suddenly, she had a premonition, and she abruptly retracted her legs and sat up. She immediately saw a human skull that seemed to be made of pure silver and had a soft glow, emerging from the darkness in the corner, with pale flames burning in its eye sockets. "The messenger of Ms. Hela... What does she want to talk to me about?" Franca looked at the pure silver skull with confusion as it loosened its teeth and let the one-page letter float towards her. She took the paper and quickly glanced through it: "'007' said he couldn't contact you for four days and asked me to check on you." Four days... I haven’t been on the Telegram group for four days... Franca couldn’t help but laugh dryly. What is this called? This is called early to bed and late to rise, good health. From now on, the king will no longer hold court early in the morning! In the early hours of the morning, Franka sat in front of the analysis machine connected to the radio transceiver, and Janna finally had the opportunity to go outside in the dark to look for an opportunity to play the role of "witch". Papapapa, Franca typed out the first telegram in a few days: "Shurima, your emperor is back!" Soon, the telegram from "007" was typed out by the mechanical typewriter driven by the analytical engine: "Hidden Blade, where have you been these days?" Ahem. Franka cleared her throat and responded: "It's so unhealthy to go to bed late every day. Is there no one in this world that you care about?" "Don't talk about such sad topics..." "Hidden Blade, have you mastered the assassination secret of cutting the heart and soul?" "..." Other members of the Telegram group expressed their protest. After a while, a telegram from "007" came in: “I have gathered enough information about the previous incident. Let’s arrange a time to meet. "Also, the proposal to exchange stories for items can be moved forward. The people above have agreed." Franca was stunned for a moment, and replied faster than her mouth: "How long has it been since you made the decision? I had almost forgotten about it..." After all, it was Lumian who wanted to know the story of the humanoid seal, not her. "007" sent a telegram in a helpless tone: "It can't be helped. Old, large organizations have slow internal processes." “Yes, yes, yes, as long as it’s an old brand, no matter if it’s official or secret, it’s all the same, and the process is extremely troublesome!” Another Telegram group member named “Moon King” agreed. After making an appointment with "007" to meet tomorrow night, hand over Moran Avini's information, and discuss the preliminary assassination plan, Franca stood up and stretched her waist. She wrote both things mentioned by "007" in the letter, and then arranged a ceremony to summon Lumian's messenger, "The Confessor" Bayinfer. ………… Southern Continent, Tizamo Town.

Lumian was about to go to "Siso's" house to take a nap when he saw his messenger walk out of the darkness and hand him a letter. After Lumian took the letter, he found that the "Confessor" Bayinfer did not leave directly and return to the spiritual world as usual, but looked around slowly. (End of this chapter)