Chapter 560

Lu Mian drank the fermented grape juice he had bought from a street vendor, observed the suite rented by the great adventurer Louis Berry in a relaxed state, and looked down at Aquinas Street from time to time, sizing up the left and right, looking for other monitors that might exist.

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

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

This guy was scared by yesterday's attack.

But unless that bunch of people from the Fishery Guild had their brains eroded by supernatural power and couldn't control their emotions or make rational thinking, it was unlikely they would come to assassinate 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 your Fishery Guild and the corresponding children and descendants always have times when they lack protection or aren't 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 peaceful!

Facing such an "answer," as long as the Fishery Guild commissioners were a bit 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 family members was fundamentally unrealistic.

Moreover, judging from his performance and rumors in the past few days, he was an adventurer known for being radical, crazy, and cold, like imitating Gehrman Sparrow. For such a person, what couldn't he do?

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

If a "Conspirator" ignored even this level of conspiracy, that would definitely be unqualified.

After Lu Jianuo bought a pile of breakfast and returned to the suite on the 5th floor of the Solo Hotel, Lu Mian 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 for a walk nearby.

Just as he entered the corridor, he saw a man who was less than 1.7 meters tall but quite sturdy standing at the top of the stairs.

That man had brown hair and brown eyes, rough skin, was biting on a special long-mouthed cigarette, and cast his gaze toward Lu Mian.

He asked in Highland:

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

Lu Mian laughed:

"Aren't you here to monitor Louis Berry?

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

He also spoke fluent Highland.

The man biting the long-mouthed cigarette thought for a few seconds, nodded in agreement, and gave way to the road entering the stairs.

Lu Mian passed in front of him and went down step by step.

Looking at Lu Mian'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" hard.

Silently, a thin steel needle flew out from the burnt tobacco and went straight to Lu Mian'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 relatively 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 carrying anesthetic and lethal toxins, it still had high usage value and was loved by bounty hunters in the Northern and Southern Continents.

The man attacking Lu Mian 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 commissioner was.

That steel needle flashed by, but Lu Mian seemed to have expected it long ago. When the man behind blew air, he suddenly bent his waist and back forward and pulled his spine sideways, avoiding the blowpipe with a non-human posture of extreme flexibility.

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

The next second, the man attacking Lu Mian widened his eyes, seeing the target swing a fist with a flexibility that surpassed humans.

Bang!

He fainted.

Lu Mian 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, taking advantage of the other party being in a coma, Lu Mian poured a little truth serum into him, estimated the time, and woke him up.

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

"I just wanted to knock you out and find a place to interrogate who your commissioner is!

"The toxin on the arrow is anesthetic!"

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

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

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

Lu Mian 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.

Lu Mian induced 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, huh... Why is he monitoring me? Wanting to obtain some kind of benefit with the help of the great adventurer's actions? Is this also the reason why he didn't secretly find me to reveal intelligence? Lu Mian nodded lightly, straightened his body, and said:

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

"..." The attacker looked blank, not understanding why the topic became this, but still answered "passively," "I really don't like brushing my teeth."

Lu Mian 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, inside the apartment rented by Franca and Jenna.

They had already received the letter from "Justice" replied through the Summer Rabbit.

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

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

Jenna opened her mouth slightly and was stunned for several seconds:

"Yes."

She then asked:

"Can't you change one out yourself?"

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

"They have no substantial effect, but I hope that revolver has, and the bullets must also be special." The Summer Rabbit explained earnestly.

Jenna blinked and agreed.

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

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

Jenna wanted to defend the Summer Rabbit for a few sentences, but couldn't find good words for a while, so she could only say "fuck":

"This can't be considered a bad thing. Maybe it can help me fight in the future!

"Moreover, the messenger's force is higher, so delivering letters is safer."

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

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

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

"They had one change in their crest and two internal splits. The fact that Tamaras of different periods were buried on different floors of the catacombs stems from this reason."

"Their original crest consisted of thorns, shield walls, and a vertical long sword. Later, it became a pair of opening doors, with the vertical long sword serving 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 for the time being."

"A small number of Tamara family members who persisted in the 'Justiciar' pathway have survived to the present and are actively active in secret."

"Another part of the Tamaras established a very close connection with the Witch family during the Tudor Empire. By the Fifth Era, 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 the Tamaras and the other Tamaras split for many years and do not recognize each other."

"The Tamaras who persisted in the 'Justiciar' pathway also had a split, but the specific situation is unknown..."

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

The Tamara family really had a certain relationship with the "Witches"!

The two continued to read the content behind the letter:

"The person who guided you to find the Tamara family tomb chamber 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 the time being. Pay attention to guarding against coincidences and theft and fraud around you..."

…………

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

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

Just as Lu Mian was thinking about whether to do something else, striving to figure out all the details before the Sea-Praying Ceremony in early November, the "Knight of Swords" brought new gains regarding Norfi and Bartner.

He, who was always pale, said to Lu Mian:

"Found clues to the whereabouts of the two targets. Should I do it myself, or should we go together?"

Lu Mian deliberated for a moment and said:

"Together."

(End of chapter)