Chapter 560: Tamara Family

Lumian drank the fermented grape juice he had bought from a street vendor, observing the suite rented by the great adventurer Louis Berry in a relaxed state, occasionally looking down at Aquinas Street, looking left and right, searching for other possible monitors.

More than half an hour ago, he changed his clothes, changed his appearance, directly "teleported" to a nearby block, and then walked back, renting such a room in a suitable location.

Not long after, Lumian saw Lu Lu Jianuo go out timidly to prepare extra breakfast for Ludwig, and couldn't help but laugh softly.

This guy was scared by yesterday's attack.

But unless the people from the Fishermen's Guild were eroded by extraordinary power and couldn't control their emotions and make rational thinking, it was unlikely that they would assassinate Lu Lu Jianuo, the translator and guide, again, because the great adventurer Louis Berry's reaction yesterday was clearly telling everyone:

If you can't kill me directly, don't try to target the people around me. You can assassinate, and I, Louis Berry, can do the same. The commissioners of the Fishermen's Guild and their corresponding children and descendants always have times when they lack protection or are not strong enough and go out in small numbers. You guess if I dare to take action and if I have the strength?

Either find an opportunity to destroy me with all your might, or be safe!

Facing such an "answer," as long as the commissioners of the Fishermen's Guild were clear-headed, they knew what to do. The great adventurer Louis Berry wasn't an official Beyonder, nor was he a policeman. Expecting him to abide by the law and not implicate his family was fundamentally unrealistic.

Of course, Lumian wouldn't be completely negligent. Lu Lu Jianuo would either have Ludwig's "company" or be under his monitoring throughout the process. After all, besides the Fishermen's Guild, there were quite a few guys in the dark in Santa Harbor who wanted to achieve certain goals by taking this opportunity. They might disguise themselves as people from the Fishermen's Guild, attack the translator and godson of the great adventurer Louis Berry, intensify the conflict between him and the Fishermen's Guild, and trigger the conflict in advance.

If a "Conspirator" ignored conspiracies of this level, that was absolutely unqualified.

"Conspirator" if he ignored conspiracies of this level, that was absolutely unqualified.

After Lu Lu Jianuo bought a pile of breakfast and returned to the suite on the 5th floor of the Solo Hotel, Lumian withdrew his gaze from the high-backed chair that seemed to be wearing a golden straw hat in the corner of the dining table, turned and left the current room, intending to go around nearby.

He had just entered the corridor when he saw a man who was less than 1.7 meters tall but still sturdy standing at the entrance of the stairs.

That man had brown hair and brown eyes, rough skin, and was biting a special long-mouthed cigarette, casting his gaze toward Lumian.

He asked in Highland:

"Who told you to come here to monitor Louis Berry?"

Lumian laughed:

"Aren't you here to monitor Louis Berry?

"I didn't even ask who sent you, why do you ask me?"

He also spoke fluent Highland.

The man biting the long-mouthed cigarette thought for a few seconds, nodded in agreement, and let go of the path to the stairs.

Lumian passed in front of him, walking down step by step.

Looking at Lumian's back, the man's eyes gradually became dangerous.

He raised his left hand and twisted the special long-mouthed cigarette slightly.

Then, he took a deep breath and blew it into the "cigarette holder."

Silently, a thin steel needle flew out from the burnt tobacco, straight toward Lumian's back, less than two meters away.

This was a blowpipe, originating from certain tribes in the primitive jungles of the Southern Continent, but most of those blowpipes were one or two meters long and couldn't be carried hidden at all, used to sneak attack others. Later, after being modified by bounty hunters who believed in the "God of Steam and Machinery" and had strong hands-on ability, a weakened version that was only a section longer than an ordinary cigarette appeared.

While improving portability and concealment, its power inevitably dropped in a straight line, and the shooting range was narrowed to within four or five meters. But combined with special arrowheads with anesthetic and lethal toxins, it still had high usage value and was loved by many bounty hunters in the Northern and Southern Continents.

The man who attacked Lumian hid it in the long-mouthed cigarette, just to paralyze the target and wait for the opportunity to get close.

His purpose was to control the other party and interrogate who his client was.

The steel needle flashed by, but Lumian seemed to have expected it long ago. When the man behind him blew, he suddenly bent his waist and back forward, and pulled his spine sideways, avoiding the blowpipe with an extremely distorted, non-human posture.

Amidst the slight sound of "puff," the steel needle sank into the wooden stairs.

The next second, the man who attacked Lumian opened his eyes wide, seeing the target swing a fist with a posture that exceeded human flexibility.

Bang!

He fainted.

Lumian recovered from the state of being twisted into a twist, bent down to lift the attacker, and dragged him into the room he had rented.

Then, while the other party was still in a coma, Lumian poured a little truth serum into him, estimated the time, and woke him up.

Looking at that ordinary face without any features, the attacker shouted in panic:

"I just wanted to stun you and find a place to interrogate who your client is!

"The toxin on the arrow is anesthetic!"

Lumian, squatting in front of the other party, smiled and said:

"Now it's my turn to ask you, who is your client?"

"It's Juan Oro!" the man with brown hair and brown eyes blurted out.

Lumian asked again with a "Hehe":

"Is that so?"

"Yes, no, actually it's someone else..." Speaking of this, the man closed his mouth in horror.

Lumian tempted him:

"Who is it?"

The man struggled for a few seconds, and answered in a state of being unable to control his mouth:

"Rubio Paco."

Rubio... Why is he monitoring me? Wanting to obtain some kind of benefit through the great adventurer's actions? Is this also the reason why he didn't secretly find me to reveal intelligence? Lumian nodded slightly, straightened his body, and said:

"You have bad breath, remember to brush your teeth more."

"..." The attacker was blank, not understanding why the topic became this, but still answered "passively":

"I really don't like brushing my teeth."

Lumian shook his head in disgust, didn't want that blowpipe as a trophy, left the room directly, and left a sentence:

"Remember to help me lock the door."

Trier, Memorial Hall District, in the apartment rented by Franca and Jenna.

They had already received the letter replied by "Judgment" Madam through the Xia Zuotu.

The Xia Zuotu, wearing a miniature top hat, miniature gold-rimmed glasses, and a miniature black windbreaker, put forward a request before leaving:

"Can I use a custom-made small revolver to replace the cost of the next five deliveries?"

Jenna opened her mouth slightly, stunned for several seconds:

"Okay."

She then asked:

"Can't you change one out yourself?"

Just like the top hat, glasses, and windbreaker on your body.

"They don't have substantial effects, but I hope that revolver has, and the bullets must also be special." Xia Zuotu explained earnestly.

Jenna blinked and agreed.

After the messenger left, Franca said with a very strange expression:

"Why do I feel it has changed from chasing knowledge to chasing force?"

Jenna wanted to defend Xia Zuotu for a few sentences, but couldn't find good words for a while, and could only say "Grass":

"This doesn't count as a bad thing. Maybe it can help me fight in the future!

"Moreover, if the messenger has higher force, delivering letters will be safer."

Franca, who had no messenger, suddenly felt a sourness and didn't say more, unfolding the reply from "Judgment" Madam:

"The Tamara family was one of the five great noble families during the Tudor Empire of the Fourth Epoch, holding a hereditary dukedom, and was on par with that Amon you know, but with a slightly lower status.

"In the era when gods walked on the earth, a family that could become a great noble must have had power at the level of an angel. And according to the data, long before Alista Tudor became the 'Blood Emperor,' the Tamara family had existed for many years and was a famous noble of the previous empire.

"They had one change in their coat of arms and two internal splits. The fact that Tamaras of different periods were buried in different layers of the underground catacombs stems from this reason.

"Their original coat of arms consisted of thorns, shield walls, and a vertical long sword. Later, it became a pair of opening doors, with the vertical long sword acting as the door crack.

"This represents that the Tamara family had a very major transformation, changing from being dominated by the 'Justiciar' pathway to being dominated by the 'Apprentice' pathway, but there is no corresponding historical data yet.

"A small number of Tamara family members who insisted on the 'Justiciar' pathway survived to the present and are actively active in hiding.

"Another part of the Tamara established a very close connection with the Witch family during the Tudor Empire. By the Fifth Epoch, a secret organization named 'Knowledge Society' appeared. It has both the figures of 'Witches' and the 'Apprentice' pathway from Tamara. There is reason to believe that they are still cooperating.

"This part of Tamara and the other Tamara split for many years and do not recognize each other.

"The Tamaras who insisted on the 'Justiciar' pathway also had a split, with specific circumstances unknown..."

Seeing this, Franca and Jenna had the thought of "as expected" at the same time:

The Tamara family was indeed related to the "Witch" sect!

The two continued to read the content behind the letter:

"The person who guided you to find the Tamara family tomb and discover that 'Mirror World Fragment' should also be targeting that special mirror world and the Witch sect. You don't need to worry for now. Just pay attention to guarding against coincidences and theft and fraud around you..."

In the next few days, Lumian didn't encounter a single attack, and neither did Lu Lu Jianuo and Ludwig.

Santa Harbor seemed to have become calm again, and those watching in the dark didn't mean to take another step forward.

Just when Lumian was thinking about whether to do something else and strive to figure out all the details before the Sea-Praying Ritual in early November, the "Knight of Swords" brought new gains about Nolphi and Bartner.

He, whose face was always pale, said to Lumian:

"Found the suspect who kidnapped the two targets. Do I do it myself, or go together?"

Lumian deliberated for a moment and said:

"Together."