Chapter 527

Lumian didn't know whether to blame the bad luck brought by the "Hateful Movement" for the fact that the banknotes, coins, and gold in the safe had all been taken by the "Devil Wizard" Burman. After all, he hadn't arrived at 16 Correias Street yet and hadn't used this blackened bone flute obtained from General Philip; its ability shouldn't be strong enough to trace the past.

However, Fidel lived up to the title of a big businessman; there were quite a few wallets stuffed into different clothes. Lumian just searched briefly and actually found a full 30,000 Vergold.

This initially soothed his "mental trauma."

Hearing a carriage coming outside, likely night patrol officers coming to this block to check what the explosion a few minutes ago was about, Lumian left Fidel's bedroom and turned to the adjacent room.

It was cleaned very neatly and tidily, but the air was filled with a faint, uncomfortable odor—the lingering smell of rotting corpses.

Lumian walked into this room as if entering a tomb, surrounded by dead peers and the traces they left behind; he felt a bit uncomfortable all over.

"This must be where the 'Devil Wizard' Burman lived, able to provide protection for Fidel in the shortest time. Heh, in the end, the one who killed Fidel was him... This story tells us that the most important condition for choosing a bodyguard is a stable mental state..." Lumian muttered to himself while examining every corner of the room.

At this moment, the night patrol officers had already pushed open the front door of the house and seen the splashed blood and scattered flesh.

One of them quickly drew his pistol, and the other blew his whistle, letting the sharp, ear-piercing sound soar into the sky.

Lumian's gaze lingered on some blackened marks in the room; they were suspected to be old blood, carrying a sense of evil.

"Burman killed a special creature in this room once, to complete some resurrection experiment?" Lumian whispered to himself.

He didn't guess that this was the "Devil Wizard" Burman's own blood, feeling that the opponent wouldn't leave such important things behind when he had enough spare time.

If this were obtained by a Beyonder skilled in curses, he would be in great danger, unless he had a way to cut off the connection in advance.

By comparison, Burman's blood and flesh were more likely to be found in the master bedroom of Room 5, First Class, on the "Birdie"—the "Devil Wizard" had encountered an explosion and been burned by flames for a while, so his injuries weren't light.

Of course, the covering explosion and subsequent intense burning there might have already caused the curse materials to lose their activity.

Lumian half-squatted down, took a small glass bottle from his "Traveler's Bag," and scraped some of the blackened marks from the wall into it.

After finishing this, before more police and official Beyonders could arrive, Lumian handled his hair and skin debris, triggered the black mark on his right shoulder, and vanished from 16 Correias Street.

Returning to the "Birdie," he checked the previous battlefield immediately; it had already turned into ruins, everywhere filled with charred, broken furniture and metal walls that were twisted and had a few cracks.

The gases left by the burning of carpets and other items were slowly diluting through the open windows.

—After Burman stepped on the trap at the exit, the "Bottle of Fiction" had already been dispelled.

Lumian focused on checking the windowsill area, seeing only patches of charred black.

*Whew*... He exhaled, left Room 5, First Class, and went down to the deck.

Philip, the security chief, was enjoying the night view at the ship's rail on the side facing the port.

"Where's your lover?" Lumian walked to Philip's side and placed both hands on the rail.

Philip sighed and said:

"Her destination is Faling Port; it's said she's going to help at a relative's plantation."

"Something worth celebrating; this means you can have a new lover again." Lumian said in the tone of a Dandyism believer.

"Please allow me to be down for two more days for this." Philip didn't deny Lumian's statement, only emphasizing that he had indeed invested feelings.

Of course, just a little bit.

"Did you just come back from the port? How come I didn't see you board the ship?" Philip asked, following his professional instinct.

"I've been in my room the whole time, but there was a small accident at the party just now, which ignited the master bedroom and burned quite a few things. You should have someone come to repair it urgently tomorrow." Lumian sought Philip out for this very reason; although the fire scene wasn't impossible to sleep in, since there was a way to improve the situation, why not do it?

"Party... ignited..." Philip turned his head, looking at Lumian in confusion, and said, "What exactly did you do in the room? I didn't hear any movement..."

Lumian smiled slightly:

"A passionate guest arrived, and his behavior was a bit extreme."

"Really?" Philip asked subconsciously.

"Fake." Lumian answered very crisply. He asked with a smile, "Do you want to hear the real reason?"

Philip fell silent immediately, and it was only after a few seconds that he said:

"Such damage requires compensation; we will report the repair costs to you.

"Fortunately, we are still in Faling Port, and all kinds of items can be replenished immediately; otherwise, it would be quite troublesome."

Lumian took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to Philip:

"This is the repair fee. I hope it can be fixed by tomorrow. If there's extra, consider it a tip; if it's not enough, come find me."

Philip took the stack of banknotes, weighed them, frowned, and said:

"What exactly did you destroy the bedroom into?"

How could he give so much repair money?

Is this hush money?

Lumian smiled, turned around, and walked back to Room 5, First Class.

Watching his back disappear into the cabin entrance, Philip then used the crimson moonlight and the port's gas streetlights to simply count how much was in that stack of banknotes.

"2,000 Vergold? Did he blow up that room?" Philip was both shocked and suspicious.

But I didn't hear any movement at all...

That night, Lumian slept in the armchair in the living room.

He had originally wanted to summon Jenna's Xiazuotu to write a letter to Franca, telling her about the "Devil Wizard" and letting her use "Mirror Divination" to confirm what creature the old bloodstains in Burman's room came from, but then he remembered that at this time, Franca might not be asleep, but Jenna already was.

Lumian waited patiently until early morning, then set up a ritual, using "the rabbit-shaped spirit wandering in the void, the runner chasing knowledge, the messenger belonging solely to the Holy Grail Seven" to summon the transparent creature that looked like a rabbit, had powerful legs, and held books.

Unlike last time, today's Xiazuotu wore a pair of blurry, intangible-looking gold-rimmed glasses.

While handing the letter and the small glass bottle containing the bloodstain powder to the other party, Lumian asked curiously:

"Why did you suddenly put on glasses? Is this the bad side of knowledge?"

The eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses of Xiazuotu flashed with sharp light:

"No, I learned this from a novel given by Holy Grail Seven."

"What novel did she give you?" Lumian had a vague premonition.

"Last time I helped you deliver a letter to her, she didn't have any other books around, so she could only lend me one of her newly bought collectibles." Xiazuotu pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of its nose. "That novel is called 'The Great Adventurer 1: First Appearance'."

As expected... So, you learned to wear glasses? Lumian didn't know how to evaluate this.

After Xiazuotu left, another half hour passed, and Ludwig and Lugano woke up one after another.

The former glanced at Lumian's bedroom and lowered his head to eat snacks before breakfast, while the latter had a look of confusion and doubt:

"Was there a fire last night?"

How come I didn't know?

Lumian smiled:

"It happened when you and a certain lady were fully engaged; I solved it very quickly."

"Is that so..." Lugano suppressed his disbelieving expression.

Lumian didn't enjoy a sumptuous breakfast on the ship, choosing to go to Faling Port to taste the specialties of the Fog Sea Archipelago.

Not long after he got off the ship, Philip, the security chief, arrived with the dining cart.

Philip stood at the entrance of the bedroom, which was a mess and charred everywhere, his gaze fixed, his eyes blank:

This is called a small accident?

Even if it had been hit directly by artillery, it wouldn't be worse than this, right?

Is this trying to dismantle the whole ship?

Uh, such destructive power didn't affect the outside of the room, and even the damage to the walls is within the repairable range... And I didn't hear any movement...

What exactly did Louis Berry do in the room last night?

No wonder he wanted to give 2,000 Vergold!

At this moment, Philip's blood rushed to his brain.

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Faling Port, in the open-air market of Sun Plaza.

Lumian held a tortilla wrapped with various fruit chunks, drank strange salted coffee, and strolled leisurely in front of different stalls while eating.

He occasionally had a grilled sausage, feeling the deliciousness of the sizzling oil.

When he was about to reach the end of the open-air market, Lumian saw Batner Bartner Kong Tai.

This adventurer, who was dressed and groomed very exquisitely, had his eyes light up, walked toward Lumian, and whispered:

"Your employer is in trouble!"

"What happened?" Lumian didn't hide his curiosity.

He wanted to know how the official Beyonders were publicizing this matter.

"That 'Devil Wizard' did it; he killed the big businessman Fidel's whole family and all the servants!" Batner was very glad he hadn't found any clues the day before yesterday; otherwise, he might have been one of the people who died.

The traces at the scene indeed pointed to the "Devil Wizard"... The authorities didn't hide it... Lumian smiled and said to Batner:

"In other words, everyone in that building at 16 Correias Street was killed by the 'Devil Wizard'?"

"Yes." Batner nodded heavily.

Lumian glanced at him and said in a joking tone:

"Do you remember the day before yesterday when I covered my eyes and wanted to rely on the guidance of fate to find the clues left by the 'Devil Wizard'?"

"Do you remember where we stopped in the end?"

Batner was stunned for a moment, then muttered to himself:

"16 Correias Street..."

Having said this, he suddenly raised his head, looking at Lumian with shock and fear.

(End of chapter)