Chapter 530: Treasure Legend

Splash, splash, the azure sea waves hit the bottom of the cliff, blooming into white flowers.

Lumian walked to the lighthouse, which was said to have been left behind when the Intisians first arrived on Saint-Tick Island, and looked out at the distant ocean.

It was still a long time until night, and the crimson moonlight had not yet sprinkled here to create a dreamy and blurred scene, so there were no tourists wandering around the lighthouse, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Lumian circled the lighthouse, which had a clear style of the Roselle period, two or three times, went in to visit for nearly a quarter of an hour, and found no traces left by the "Devil Warlock."

He didn't expect to meet Burman directly; after all, it wasn't the time point to enjoy the moonlight. He just wanted to see if the other party had come here to cherish the past, recall his wife, calm his inner state, and find the motivation to continue walking after waking up last night.

"Young man, there's nothing good to see here during the day; the night will be completely different." The lighthouse keeper smoked the native tobacco directly wrapped from roasted tobacco leaves and kindly reminded Lumian.

Lumian asked with a smile:

"Do people come here in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." The half-hundred-year-old man who guarded the lighthouse said in a bragging tone, "Those playboys from Trier love to bring girls here in the middle of the night to watch the moonlight."

"Is there anyone who likes to wear a hood and pretend to be a warlock?" Lumian asked further.

The lighthouse keeper showed an expression of recollection:

"Occasionally there is; several times I thought it was a ghost shadow."

"Did he come here late last night?" The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up slightly.

His substitution, his speculation, had no problems!

This might be because similar experiences allowed him to better understand Burman's mental state and paranoid thoughts.

"I don't know, anyway I didn't see it." The lighthouse keeper answered.

Lumian didn't ask more, intending to come back and see after midnight, during the two or three hours when the moonlight was most beautiful.

In the next three-plus hours, he "toured" all the truly famous food shops in Falingang, asking similar questions, but failed to obtain any effective information.

This could be seen that the "Devil Warlock" Burman was still restrained in his normal state; he was not in that state of acting entirely on instinct, and rarely went to crowded places. Even if he had come, he had done enough disguise.

At four in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the small steam train station in Falingang and spent 3 Felkins to buy a ticket to the Andatna Volcano mine.

If he wanted to watch the sunset there, he had to set off now.

Woo, clatter, clatter, clatter, the iron-black, rough locomotive spewed thick smoke, dragging a long carriage, running on the sleepers.

It gradually turned from slow to fast, just like a huge giant finally overcoming its original inertia and mobilizing all its parts.

Lumian sat by the window, holding the golden straw hat in his hand, quietly admiring the plantations that kept retreating backward.

Near six o'clock, this train stopped outside the Andatna Volcano mine.

Lumian put on his straw hat, didn't enter the mine, and walked along the road beside it toward the top of the volcano.

Gradually, the green began to thin, and gray-black became the main color here, occasionally seeing pieces of rock glowing red.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the more desolate it became, and the gray-black gravel slept silently in the howling wind.

Because there was no cover from forests and shrubs, Lumian's vision was extremely wide, and he felt that there was a peculiar grandeur here, a grandeur representing desolation and deathly silence.

Along the whitish road stepped out by travelers between the gray-black main colors, Lumian walked step by step to the crater, and the inside below was a piece of coal-black, dotted with reddish depressions.

The temperature here was a bit warmer than on the ground.

Woo, the wind walked unscrupulously in this place without any obstruction, blowing the gray-black gravel up, blowing humans swaying.

In such a scene, the sun falling to the horizon sprinkled golden-red intertwined light, making the desolation and deathly silence seem to burn, and the reddish depression became increasingly intense.

Lumian pressed the straw hat on his head and walked two or three hundred meters along the crater.

Suddenly, the wind at the top of the mountain subsided, and the diffused gravel fell one after another.

Lumian immediately saw that on the outer side of the crater, on the gray-black slope going down, in the last brilliant sunlight, a human figure stood quietly.

He wore a black robe, wore a deep hood, and was focused on watching the golden-red sun sink bit by bit.

Lumian's expression didn't change at all, and he walked over step by step, not launching an attack directly.

Sensing his approach, the man in the black hood turned his body, revealing that pale face with several rotting wounds and large patches of pale down.

This was exactly the "Devil Warlock" Burman!

Perhaps because he was in such scenery and beautiful memories, Burman, known for his madness, spoke with some exhaustion:

"You actually found this place."

Lumian, who had been pressing the golden straw hat on his head to keep it from being blown away by the strong wind, laughed at himself:

"If I didn't still have fantasies and hope, if there weren't many enemies waiting for me to find them, I would also often return to Cordu Village, return to the nearest high mountain pasture. The grass there is very green, a large piece, a large piece, blooming with pale yellow flowers, walking with many, many sheep, the sky is as blue as a gem, the white clouds drifting by from time to time are like the sheep on the ground, and at night, there will be many stars, they are dense, like diamond gravel at the bottom of a clear river..."

Standing in the burning sunlight and the grand, deathly silent gray-black, Lumian recalled Cordu Village and that high mountain pasture to himself.

Burman didn't interrupt him. After he finished speaking, he said with a dazed expression and a smile uglier than crying:

"Helen and I both thought that whenever we wanted to come here to watch the sunset, we could buy a ticket and come over immediately, but she never came again..."

And you don't even need to take a steam train... Lumian sighed slowly and said:

"What accident happened back then?"

The muscles on Burman's face twisted, and his expression showed undisguised pain:

"We were cheated, that treasure map had problems, we encountered a real sea monster!

"Damn Archipelago people, Helen always believed that they were used to fraud and liked to be thugs because they had no other way out, and all the decent positions were occupied by pure Intisians, but we were so good to him, trusted him so much, and he still conspired with others to cheat us for money!

"I want to kill him, kill those scammers, kill all Archipelago people!"

Lumian chuckled and said:

"Among those Trier people who consider themselves noble, there are also those who are scammers, and those who sell their bodies. I never discriminate against Archipelago people as a whole, but I guard against individual Archipelago people."

Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly had inspiration:

"Was the Archipelago person who cheated you from the 'Thief' pathway?"

"Yes." Burman's face twitched, seemingly unable to control the anger in his heart.

Acting as a "Fraudster"? Lumian asked cautiously:

"Does he have the habit of wearing a monocle or pinching the eye socket of this eye?"

He pointed to his own right eye.

"No." Burman didn't seem to understand why Lumian asked this.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief:

"What is his name? Did you kill him?"

Burman's pale face suddenly flushed, and drops of rotting liquid flowed down:

"His name is Mark Benito!

"After that time, he disappeared, and I have never found him!"

Lumian didn't stimulate Burman again, but changed the subject:

"Which treasure were you looking for at that time?"

"In the depths of the Fog Sea, there is an island where the people living there don't age and don't truly die." Burman recalled the treasure rumors he had collected back then, "There is reason to believe that there are very precious things hidden on that island. We didn't think about being enemies with the islanders, just hoped to sneak into the island and steal some immortality medicine."

He spoke a bit messily, skipping a lot of content in the middle.

"This is very similar to the treasure legend of the 'Fountain of Youth'." Lumian thought for a moment and said, "The 'Great Adventurer' series of novels has already hinted that the 'Fountain of Youth' is a lie."

Burman ignored him and continued:

"We found some evidence and also obtained a treasure map to that island. Who knew, the map, the map was fake!

"The sea monster destroyed our ship, and Helen blocked in front of me so that I could use that special witchcraft... I watched her, watched her be torn in two by the sea monster, watched her eyes full of despair..."

Burman panted and couldn't go on.

"After that, you switched to the 'Death' pathway?" Lumian changed the subject.

Burman's cold flaxen eyes suddenly became bright:

"Yes, only the Death God who controls the 'Death' domain can resurrect Helen!

"In that treasure legend, many details also indicate that only the Death God can live forever, and only by mastering the mystery of death can the deceased truly return! Those islanders don't not die, but will resurrect!"

"Do you really believe that treasure?" After Lumian asked this question, he already had the answer.

The half-mad Burman would grab every straw and believe every rumor that could resurrect Helen.

"I believe." Burman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because, some time ago I met people from that island. There really is such an island, and there really are some islanders who don't age and don't truly die!"

"Really?" Lumian blurted out.

Burman said with fanatical eyes:

"I wanted to catch him, but was defeated by him. He didn't kill me, but instead sympathized with my encounter and taught me some knowledge of the 'Death' domain. Hidden in this is the way to resurrect!

"Damn scammers, Fidel's servant was actually a scammer. I originally didn't want to try the resurrection ritual so quickly, I wasn't fully prepared yet, but he was actually a scammer, I want to kill him! Archipelago people are all scammers! They all must die!"

Is he really someone from that island? Won't it be a scammer again? It was actually the stimulation of that scammer Rodi's matter that stimulated Burman, hmm, and the influence of that islander... Lumian narrowed his eyes and said:

"What is that islander's name, what does he look like?"

Burman suddenly became alert, looked at Lumian and said:

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing this, Lumian sighed, put away the expression on his face, and said very calmly:

"I'm here to kill you."

Burman was stunned for a moment, then laughed:

"For what? Bounty?"

Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, lowered his body slightly, and answered in a low voice:

"Punish your sins, end your suffering."

Burman stopped laughing and raised his hands coldly:

"Then come."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 531 =====