Chapter 542

Pa, Franca kicked away a bone that tried to block her path and trip her.

"Are you annoying or what? Can't you change your tricks?" She cursed, turned her head, and looked at the road sign next to her.

That meant they had finally reached their destination.

Each floor of the catacombs was very large, otherwise it wouldn't be able to accommodate so many bones, and the content that could be identified by the road signs at each node was quite limited, only showing the seven or eight most iconic place names and the tombs nearby. Franca and Jenna relied on returning to that small sacrificial square and starting from the beginning to find the "Thorn and Shield Wall Tomb."

Unlike the fourth floor, which was basically sealed and had no corpses or bones piled up on the road, here there were scattered bones and decaying items everywhere, filled with a faint, uncomfortable stench.

Jenna's gaze crossed the pile of bones outside and saw several metal flakes embedded in the tomb wall. Their surfaces were very blurry and showed signs of severe corrosion. Only the shield wall and thorn symbols could be vaguely seen. As for whether there were any other patterns, it was impossible to distinguish now.

"No wonder it's called the 'Thorn and Shield Wall Tomb'." Franca sighed when she saw this.

At the same time, under the illumination of the dim yellow candlelight, she saw some grave goods placed in the niches of the tomb's inner wall. Some were made of wood and had long since weathered and rotted, while others were glass and ceramic utensils that existed in the form of fragments. The only thing that remained intact was a small glass bottle. Its surface was inlaid with hollow patterns that looked like they were made of gold, with a uniquely shaped golden lid. Perhaps it was because of the protection of these metals that the small glass bottle didn't shatter, it just looked gray and not so transparent.

"Very exquisite, it's like an artwork." After Franca evaluated it, she asked suspiciously, "Why didn't the workers who built the catacombs take it away?"

This looks quite valuable!

"Maybe it was placed in this tomb after the catacombs were built." Jenna tried to explain.

The two "Witches" didn't think too much about it. Jenna took out one of her substitute mirrors and handed it to Franca.

She jumped, leaped over the pile of bones that looked quiet but actually hid danger, and landed lightly like a feather at the entrance of the "Thorn and Shield Wall Tomb."

After confirming the situation around her and not receiving any spiritual warning, Jenna carefully approached the niche on the side wall along the ground that was not covered by pale bones.

She instinctively reached out her right hand, then retracted it, took out an old handkerchief from her pocket, and placed it on her palm, not directly touching the antique tear bottle.

The tears in the tear bottle had long since dried up.

Jenna looked at it repeatedly before putting away the tear bottle, returned the same way, and jumped to Franca's side.

"Is the commission completed so simply?" She whispered a bit uncertainly.

It was completely different from the missing gatekeeper incident at the Deep Valley Monastery she took last time.

Franca sneered:

"What kind of difficulty do you want for a 1000 Felkin commission?"

"That's true. The difficulty is whether you have enough understanding of the hidden dangers of the third floor of the catacombs." Jenna seriously summarized her experience.

Sollo Hotel.

Lumian, who had changed back to Louis Berry's appearance, had just walked into the front hall when he saw the youthful brown-haired girl in a red-bottomed, black-patterned long dress dancing gracefully in the corner, occasionally stopping to correct her movements.

Lumian's thoughts moved, and he walked to the front desk, taking the opportunity to ask:

"What is she doing?"

This time, he used Intis directly.

The boss, who had gray hair, sunburn marks on his cheekbones, and was wearing a loose white robe, froze for a moment and replied in Intis with a Daliezh accent:

"She is my granddaughter, Isabella. She is practicing the 'Sea Dance' that she will perform next month."

"Sea Dance"... the "Sea Dance" at the Prayer to the Sea Ceremony? Lumian didn't expect to get this answer and smiled reflexively:

"This will make many girls jealous, right?"

The boss showed an obvious smile:

"This is not becoming a 'Sea Maiden', so not that many people are jealous, but participating in the 'Sea Dance' performance is indeed something that can make her proud and happy for a long time."

Lumian signaled Lu Lu Jianuo to take Ludwig back to the room while chatting with the boss:

"Are you from Daliezh?"

"Yes, I am a Guillaume." The boss laughed at himself, "Ota Guillaume. When I saw your identification this morning, I wanted to greet you in Intis, but I finally gave up. You know, Intis people don't equal good people. Even among fellow countrymen, I have met several guys with poor character."

"How long have you been in Santa Harbor?" Lumian leaned his right elbow on the front desk and asked with great interest.

Old Ota recalled seriously:

"Forty years, it should be forty years. At that time, I was a clerk in a caravan. I met my wife here and stayed. Hehe, she has now become a nagging old lady. She is either worried about how to arrange clothes after the weather gets cold, or she is urging me to go home for dinner and leave the hotel to the clerks. She always arranges everything very properly, without me worrying. How good, it's hard to meet such a woman in Daliezh."

Lumian listened to Old Ota chatter for a while before getting to the point:

"I was invited by a friend this time to come to Santa Harbor to watch the Prayer to the Sea Ceremony."

"That's very lively. The whole harbor is celebrating." Old Ota didn't skimp on his praise.

Lumian glanced at Isabella, who was still practicing dancing, and "casually" chatted:

"I heard that there was an accident at last year's Prayer to the Sea Ceremony?"

"No." Old Ota responded with a confused face, "I watched the flower boat parade, the boat race, and the 'Sea Dance'. There were no accidents."

Speaking of this, he frowned and fell into memory:

"However, Sandro did say that the number of shipwrecks this year has increased a lot, there have been more encounters with pirates, and the harvest from fishing is not as good as last year... Was there really an accident at last year's Prayer to the Sea Ceremony? The vigil ceremony, or a problem with the Sea Sacrifice? Did those old guys in the Fishery Guild hide the problem?"

"Who is Sandro?" Lumian asked.

Old Ota showed a smile again:

"He is my child, Isabella's father. He is a small clerk in the government, and his wife is a teacher at a grammar school."

Does the Prayer to the Sea Ceremony in Santa Harbor really have an effect? After the "April Fool's Day" prank, the protection effect decreased? Lumian's mind naturally flashed some information he had obtained before:

Among the three marginal members of "April Fool's Day" who participated in that prank, one went to Tolar, the capital of Gaya Province, to customize a gold ring with a unique shape, one was responsible for bribing the people of the Fishery Guild, and sent the lamb stuffed with the gold ring as an offering to the special boat that performed the Sea Sacrifice, and one disguised as a reporter, followed the committee members of the Fishery Guild throughout the process, observing and recording their reactions.

—The stunned, surprised, fearful, and angry expressions of those elderly people when they heard a certain news made the participants of "April Fool's Day" happy for a long time.

Lumian asked some more questions about the Prayer to the Sea Ceremony, said goodbye to Old Ota, and walked toward the suite upstairs.

4:00 PM, Trier, Observatory District, near Purgatory Square.

Jenna, who had changed into a black hooded robe and painted her face like a "flamboyant woman," came to a street selling funeral items according to the feedback given by the employer.

Most of the Trier people coming and going here were normal, but a few were wearing white masks, holding unsharpened scythes, wearing black robes, pretending to be undead messengers from folk legends wandering around, or sewing white skulls and other things on their shoulders, looking very artistic...

Thanks to their existence and the unique temperament of Trier, Jenna, who was dressed as a wizard and wearing a hood, was not eye-catching at all.

She stopped in the corner and took out the exquisite tear bottle.

Not long after, a person dressed similarly to her stopped in front of her and asked hoarsely:

"How much for this tear bottle?"

"1000 Felkin." Jenna was suddenly a little excited.

This was the first time she had completed a commission in the true sense.

"1001 Felkin." The man dressed as a wizard took the initiative to increase the price.

Seeing that the code was matched, Jenna "insisted" on only collecting 1000 Felkin.

Once both sides confirmed, she handed the tear bottle to the other party, accepted the reward, and left.

The hooded man held the tear bottle, walked through the nearby streets, took nearly a quarter of an hour to circle back to Purgatory Square, and walked to a road chair on the edge.

A person reading a newspaper was sitting there.

The hooded man handed over the exquisite tear bottle inlaid with hollow golden patterns and said in a low voice:

"I have completed your commission. Does the money I owe you cancel out?"

The person sitting on the road chair lowered the newspaper and raised his head.

He was dressed as a small clerk, with slightly curly black hair, sunken eye sockets, dark eyes, thick lips, and a monocle that looked like it was made of crystal on his right eye.

"Mr. Monit?" The hooded man asked for confirmation.

Monit took the tear bottle, gently rubbed the golden patterns on the surface, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Sollo Hotel, suite on the fifth floor.

Lumian didn't go out all afternoon, sitting on a recliner, swaying and continuing to learn the Highland language, occasionally flipping through travel books introducing the customs of the Kingdom of Feynapot.

Near evening, Lu Lu Jianuo, who went downstairs to chat with people, returned to the room.

He leaned close to Lumian and lowered his voice:

"Boss, a lady is looking for you."

A lady... hearing this term, the hair on Lumian's body stood up at the same time, and his back muscles tightened.

Which "lady" is this?

After a second, Lumian realized that the lady Lu Lu Jianuo mentioned was a lady in the normal sense, not a "lady" in the supernatural world.

"Which lady, what does she want with me?" He sat up calmly and asked his translator.

Lu Lu Jianuo shook his head:

"She didn't say, just said she had a matter to commission the famous adventurer Louis Berry."

Lu Lu Jianuo emphasized the phrase "famous adventurer."

(End of chapter)