Chapter 539

Franca and Jenna's first reaction was to avoid it quickly. In this deep underground, in the dead silence where corpses were everywhere, encountering any living person was worth being vigilant about.

But under the current situation, they couldn't avoid it, because they had to hold a lit white candle to keep them from being swallowed by the darkness of the catacombs. In such an environment, the candlelight was so conspicuous that it could be seen from afar, unless they crawled into some ancient tomb and completely sealed the tomb door, they could truly hide themselves.

Similarly, they didn't dare to "invisibly" hide in the shadows, not sure if this counted as extinguishing the candle.

After looking at each other, Franca and Jenna chose to take a detour, keeping enough distance from the candlelight coming from afar.

In the suppressed atmosphere where even time seemed to have stopped, the two "Witches" relied on the road signs on the side of the road and the black lines on the cave roof, walking carefully toward the west on the spacious road that was not piled with the skeletons of the dead and was surrounded by ancient tombs.

When they were in a position almost parallel to that candlelight, Franca turned her head and looked over from the tunnel between two ancient tombs.

Relying on her excellent dark vision, she saw the person holding the burning candle.

That was a man wearing a black robe, with deep black hair, a thin layer, soft facial lines, relatively pale skin, and deep brown eyes, giving a feeling different from Intis people.

Feynapot person? More like it, but there is still a certain difference... Why do I have a familiar feeling... When have I seen this person? Did the original owner of the body see it, leaving an impression in the depths of the memory fragments? Franca suddenly had the urge to go up and talk to the other party.

She took a breath and endured it.

In the dead, dark environment of the catacombs, rashly approaching strangers could likely trigger unnecessary conflicts.

Moreover, she had spent a lot of time investigating the cause of the original owner's death and her life experience, confirming that there was no problem, so she didn't need to care who she had seen before.

The man in the black robe also turned his head to look at the two "Witches," and seeing that they didn't mean to approach, he continued forward and disappeared behind an ancient tomb.

"Doesn't look like a college student," Jenna retracted her gaze and excluded an option.

If the person just now wasn't a college student who entered the fourth layer of the catacombs just out of curiosity and seeking excitement, it meant he had his own, quite clear purpose... Did he accept a commission to find antiques, or was his ancestor buried in a tomb on this layer, and he came to pay homage? Or, did a Beyonder with a deep understanding of occultism come to study the special nature of the catacombs and the composition of the seal? Otherwise, like Jenna and me, come to chase the revelation given by the three night pillars? While Franca's thoughts were racing, she thought of many possibilities.

In the fourth layer of the catacombs, there are two more night pillars, namely the "Marian Night Pillar" and the "Lierus Night Pillar."

The former was the Pope of the "Evernight Goddess" Church in the Fourth Epoch, and the latter was the attendant of the ancient Death God. They both fell in the "War of the Four Emperors," in that Trier of the Fourth Epoch.

After telling Jenna her analysis, Franca waved her right hand that wasn't holding the candle:

"Don't worry about his purpose, as long as it doesn't affect us finding Kriesmuna's shadow."

I didn't want to worry about it either, it was clearly you who considered a bunch of possibilities... I felt your inner impulse, you really want to investigate the person just now... Jenna keenly grasped her companion's thoughts based on her understanding of Franca, but she just smiled secretly and didn't expose it.

Sometimes, Franca still cares about her face very much!

Walking along the current road for nearly a quarter of an hour, they arrived at a natural cave called "Crazy Mushroom Cave."

The entrance here was sealed by dense, pale-black mushrooms.

"How can there be so many mushrooms?" Franca looked at it curiously for a few times.

Before Jenna could speak, she added:

"Okay, okay, I know, now is not the time for exploration and adventure."

"Damn, I didn't stop you, maybe Kriesmuna's shadow is inside the mushroom cave." Jenna, who had been very suppressed since entering the fourth layer of the catacombs and felt like she was in solitary confinement, used dirty words to vent her inner discomfort.

Franca was about to respond when she suddenly saw a figure standing at the corner ahead.

The figure was wearing a simple and plain white robe, with soft black hair, exquisite features, and a holy temperament, beautiful as if walking out of human imagination.

She was a woman, just standing there, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness, dead silence, and filth around her.

Kriesmuna! The name flashed through Franca and Jenna's minds at the same time.

They really encountered the shadow of the suspected high-sequence "Witch" Kriesmuna!

Calming her mood, Jenna stared at the figure and tried to use Ancient Hermes:

"Hello."

The female figure, who was beautiful in an unreal way but extremely eye-catching, curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a very faint smile.

This made her charm explode completely.

Whether it was Jenna or Franca, at this moment, they were lost in that smile, and only one thought remained in their minds:

Approach her, approach her...

They felt like moths, knowing that the beauty was very dangerous, but still couldn't help wanting to get closer, wanting to get close.

One step, two steps, three steps... The two "Witches" were fascinated, their faces full of amazement as they walked toward the female figure wearing a plain white robe.

After walking a distance, Jenna instinctively sighed a little, feeling pity:

"She looks so good when she smiles, why did she sigh before?

"What sad things did she encounter?

"Sigh..."

Jenna suddenly woke up, feeling that the female figure wearing a white robe and Kriesmuna, who sighed and protected them, were not necessarily the same, at least not completely the same!

Her vision instantly became clear, and she saw the soft black hair of the beautiful figure all lifted up, each strand becoming abnormally thick, with the tips split open, like snakes opening their mouths.

The pitch-black snake mouths were facing Jenna and Franca, as if waiting for them to enter a touchable distance.

Jenna was startled and quickly pulled Franca, shouting in a low voice:

"There's a problem!"

Franca paused, struggled for a few seconds, and finally broke free from that fascination.

Seeing that they had stopped completely, the holy figure in the white robe stared blankly for a few seconds, turned into a fork in the road, and disappeared into the darkness.

Phew... Franca exhaled and said with lingering fear:

"Why isn't there a rule in the catacombs tour guide that you can't communicate with people who don't have candles?"

"Maybe normal humans, even if they enter the fourth layer, will be affected by the environment here, unable to suppress their fear, and will leave soon, so they won't encounter these shadows." Jenna looked for reasons.

Franca looked at her and said a bit dejectedly:

"You actually broke free from that female ghost's charm earlier than me."

Jenna roughly told the thoughts that had just flashed through her mind.

"But I also heard Kriesmuna's sigh and words in that Trier of the Fourth Epoch..." Franca raised her right hand and touched her face, "Am I really more easily fascinated by beauty?"

Speaking of this, she was suddenly a bit puzzled:

"Actually, I always feel that it's very strange that the 'Column of Night of Kriesmuna' appears in the catacombs.

"The other two night pillars, one belongs to Marian, the former Pope of the 'Evernight Church,' and one is named after Lierus, the attendant of the ancient Death God. The latter is the 'Death Consul' and fits the catacombs very well, while the former should be on the adjacent pathway of the 'Death God.' That is to say, they are all closely related to death, the final destination, and the dead, while Kriesmuna is the 'Calamity Witch,' which is obviously different from them.

"I can understand that there is a giant pillar representing Kriesmuna in the Trier of the Fourth Epoch, because there is a special mirror world there, and the divine power of the 'Primordial Demoness' left over from the 'War of the Four Emperors.' But when the catacombs were built, why was the 'Column of Night of Kriesmuna' included? There were also angels who followed the 'Blood Emperor' who fell, why did it have to be her?"

Jenna shook her head slowly and cast her gaze back to where the holy figure disappeared.

She tried to walk a distance toward that side and suddenly discovered that behind the position where the white-robed woman was originally standing was an ancient tomb.

Unlike other tombs in the fourth layer, its tomb door was open.

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After leaving Aquinas Street where the Solo Hotel was located, Lumian found an empty alley and threw the "Lie" earring to Lugano.

"Find someone who can make fake identities, don't use your current appearance." Lumian pointed to the cafe across the street, "I'll wait for you there."

"Yes, Boss," Lugano was not troubled at all.

Although he hadn't really been to this city, he had several acquaintances settled here.

Moreover, he had fluent Highland language.

Watching this translator and guide complete his disguise, return "Lie," and turn into the bar street, Lumian took Ludwig into the cafe where a bouquet of flowers was placed on every table.

At this time, the sun was shining fiercely on the earth, making everyone coming and going look lazy.

Lumian was not shy at all. Relying on the few Highland words he had mastered and the gestures of his hands, he successfully ordered two cups of Tolier coffee with milk, a Santa egg yolk pastry with cream wrapped in a tower shape on top, a portion of roast pork, and a portion of pear-stewed duck.

Ludwig was very satisfied with this.

Lumian drank coffee and looked around, finding that the six or seven tables of guests in the cafe were all dating men and women, mostly around twenty years old, with only one middle-aged couple.

With Lumian's hearing, it was not difficult to capture the content of the chatting at the nearby tables, but he couldn't understand most of it, only extracting a few words:

"Ocean... Prayer... Boarding... Island..."

Chatting about next month's Sea Prayer Ceremony? Lumian cast his gaze out the window.

Two young men carrying long swords on the street started arguing for some reason, drew their swords on the spot, and seemed to want to have a duel.

(End of chapter)