Chapter 530: Treasure Legend

Splash, the blue sea waves slapped against the bottom of the cliff, blooming into white flowers.

Lu Mian walked to the lighthouse, which was said to have been left behind when the Intisians first arrived on Saint-Tique Island, and looked out at the ocean in the distance.

At this time, 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.

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

He didn't expect to meet Bulman directly; after all, it wasn't the time 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 to see here during the day; the night will be completely different." The lighthouse keeper smoked the native tobacco made directly from roasted tobacco leaves and kindly reminded Lu Mian.

Lu Mian 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 wizard?" Lu Mian asked further.

The lighthouse keeper showed an expression of recollection:

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

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

His substitution, his speculation, had no problems!

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

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

Lu Mian didn't ask more, planning to come back and take a look after midnight, during the two or three hours when the moonlight was most beautiful.

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

This showed that the "Devil Wizard" Bulman was still relatively restrained in his normal state. He wasn't in that state of acting completely on instinct, and rarely went to crowded places. Even if he had come, he had done enough disguise.

At four in the afternoon, Lu Mian arrived at the small steam train station in Faling Port 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 train head sprayed 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.

Lu Mian sat by the window, holding his golden straw hat, quietly admiring the plantations that kept receding backward.

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

Lu Mian put on his straw hat, didn't enter the mine, and walked along the road to the top of the volcano.

Gradually, the green began to thin, and gray-black became the main color here, occasionally seeing a few pieces of rock with a reddish tint.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the more desolate it was, and the gray-black sand and gravel slept silently in the wind that was whistling.

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

Along the whitish road stepped out by travelers between the gray-black main colors, Lu Mian walked step by step to the crater. Inside, the bottom was 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 sand and gravel up, blowing humans swaying.

In such a scene, the sun, which was about to fall to the horizon, sprinkled golden-red intertwined light, making the desolation and deathly silence seem to be burning, and the reddish depressions became increasingly intense.

Lu Mian pressed his straw hat and walked forward along the crater for two or three hundred meters.

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

Lu Mian immediately saw that on the outer side of the crater, on the gray-black slope downward, in the last brilliant sunlight, a figure stood quietly.

He was wearing a black robe and a deep hood, intently watching the golden-red sun sink bit by bit.

Lu Mian'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 a pale face with several rotting wounds and large patches of miserable fluff.

This was exactly the "Devil Wizard" Bulman!

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

"You actually found this place."

Lu Mian, who had been pressing his golden straw hat to keep it from being blown away by the strong wind, smiled self-deprecatingly:

"If it weren't for the fact that I still have fantasies and hope, if it weren't for the fact that there are many enemies waiting for me to find them, I would also often return to Cordu Village, return to the nearest alpine meadow, where the grass is very green, in large patches, blooming with small pale yellow flowers, with many, many sheep walking, the sky is as blue as a gem, the white clouds that drift by from time to time are like flocks of 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, Lu Mian recalled Cordu Village and that alpine meadow to himself.

Bulman didn't interrupt him. After he finished speaking, he said with a trance-like 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... Lu Mian sighed slowly:

"What exactly happened that caused the accident?"

The muscles on Bulman's face twisted, and his expression revealed 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 colluded with others to cheat us for money!

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

Lu Mian chuckled:

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

Speaking of this, Lu Mian suddenly had inspiration:

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

"Yes." Bulman's face twitched, as if he couldn't control the anger in his heart.

Is he acting as a "Faceless"? Lu Mian asked cautiously:

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

He pointed to his right eye.

"No." Bulman didn't seem to understand why Lu Mian asked this.

Lu Mian breathed a sigh of relief:

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

Bulman's pale face suddenly became congested, and drops of rotting liquid flowed down:

"His name is Mark Benito!

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

Lu Mian didn't stimulate Bulman anymore and turned to ask:

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

"In the depths of the Fog Sea, there is an island where the people living on it don't age and don't truly die." Bulman recalled the treasure rumors he had collected at the beginning, "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'." Lu Mian thought for a moment and said, "The 'Great Adventurer' series of novels has already hinted that the 'Fountain of Youth' is a lie."

Bulman ignored him and continued:

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

"The sea monster destroyed our ship. Helen, in order to let me use that special witchcraft, stood in front of me... I watched her, watched her being torn into two by the sea monster, watched her eyes full of despair..."

Bulman gasped for breath and couldn't go on.

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

Bulman'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 Lu Mian asked this question, he already had the answer.

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

"I believe." Bulman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because, some time ago, I met someone 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?" Lu Mian blurted out.

Bulman 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 method of resurrection!

"Damn scammer, Fidel's servant was actually a scammer. I didn't want to try the resurrection ritual so quickly, I wasn't fully prepared, 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 he be a scammer again? It was actually the stimulation of that scammer Rodi that stimulated Bulman, um, and the influence of that islander... Lu Mian narrowed his eyes:

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

Bulman suddenly became alert and looked at Lu Mian:

"What did you come here for?"

Seeing this, Lu Mian sighed, put away the expression on his face, and said extremely calmly:

"I came to kill you."

Bulman was stunned for a moment and laughed:

"For what? Bounty?"

Lu Mian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, buried his body slightly, and replied in a low voice:

"Punish your sins, end your suffering."

Bulman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a cold expression:

"Then come."

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