Chapter 567

Franca was infected by Lumian's words and echoed with anticipation:

"Then we will have grabbed the fox's tail. By then, we'll summon good helpers and strive to take down a few more core members of the 'April Fool's Day'!"

As she spoke, she actually started gnashing her teeth a bit.

Lumian and Franca made all kinds of guesses and inferences about the role played and the effect exerted by "Ultraman" in the prank last year, but none of them made them feel enlightened or that they had grasped the key.

"Phew, still missing some important puzzle pieces." Franca exhaled and said, "You see if you can fish out more fish."

She had to return to Trier.

Lumian said "Hmm" and asked thoughtfully:

"How is your search for the descendants of the Tamara family going?"

"Still no harvest, but Lady 'Judgment' plans to report this matter to other Major Arcana cards, hoping they can also help keep an eye out." Franca briefly explained her situation.

Lumian looked at her face and said:

"I have an investigation direction."

"What?" Franca's spirits lifted.

The corners of Lumian's mouth curled up bit by bit:

"Investigate other members of the Witch Sect in Trier.

"Since some members of the Tamara family have close ties with the Witch Sect, and may have even jointly formed a secret organization, the 'Knowledge Association,' it is entirely possible that there are people among them who directly joined the Witch Sect.

"Besides, isn't the task Lady 'Judgment' gave you to infiltrate the Witch Sect and figure out the current state and problems of the 'Primordial Witch'? Are you not going to investigate other witches, not obtain information from their mouths, and wait until you have become a powerhouse at the level of a 'Red Witch' to start? By then, where will you find so many 'Hunter' Beyonder characteristics of Angel level to help you change back to your original gender?"

"Why is it 'Red Witch'?" Franca instinctively focused on this question.

Lumian laughed:

"Have you forgotten your nickname, Lady 'Red Boots'!"

Franca smiled awkwardly:

"Wasn't that to shape the character's features, so that when running away, I could easily change it and form a significant difference from the description on the wanted poster?

"Cough, wouldn't it be too dangerous to investigate other witches under the nose of the 'Black Witch'?"

Lumian raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully:

"What was the investigation of the Tamara family for?"

"To investigate the Mirror People." Franca answered subconsciously.

Lumian asked again:

"Whose task was it to investigate the Mirror People?"

"It was the 'Black Witch'..." Franca immediately closed her mouth.

She then muttered to herself:

"However, I still have to grasp the degree well and forge the source of the information, otherwise, I will still be suspected."

Lumian didn't say much more, grabbed Franca's shoulder, and planned to send her back to Trier.

Franca looked at the window with the curtains drawn and said eagerly:

"Remember to find me for the matter of visiting the combat nuns later."

She arrived in Santa Harbor in the afternoon and spent a long time going out with the fake name "Chanem" she took and the appearance on Lumian's fake identity certificate. Relying on fluent Highland language, she quickly figured out the local customs and the style of the combat nuns here.

Lumian sneered:

"Don't even think about it, you can't make them pregnant."

Franca replied unconvinced:

"Theoretically speaking, it's not impossible, it's just quite dangerous. Think about Lady Pualis."

Lumian was instantly speechless.

"Besides, life isn't just about having children..." Franca continued to look for reasons.

Lumian exhaled silently and activated the black mark on his right shoulder.

He took Franca, who was still talking, and disappeared from the master bedroom of the suite.

Not long after, Lumian returned to the position where he had left.

After shaking his head and mocking Franca, he sat down in the armchair again.

It must be said that being able to communicate with a friend for a while without any precautions, saying whatever comes to mind, and joking whenever he wants, was still very helpful for relieving the emotions accumulated in his heart.

Lumian, whose state had relaxed again, leaned against the back of the chair and sorted out the information on the Sea-Praying Ceremony and the statements of all parties he had mastered in his mind, trying to find details that might reveal the traces of "Ultraman's" existence, and confirming if there were any problems he had ignored.

As a "Conspirator," Lumian didn't need to list key points on paper or rely on his eyes for reminders. All the information was distributed in his mind at the same time, connecting into a huge spider web, slowly rotating and changing.

After a while, he sat up straight abruptly.

He had found a breakthrough that might reveal the essence of the Sea-Praying Ceremony.

Lumian stood up, walked out of the master bedroom, and saw Ludwig eating a crispy-on-the-outside-and-tender-on-the-inside potato and egg pancake at the dining table on one side of the living room.

He sat opposite the little boy and smiled as he took out the compound eye of the mutated black spider, a spiritual material that didn't contain Beyonder characteristics.

With a swish, Ludwig raised his head and looked at Lumian.

"Can you eat this thing?" Lumian tossed the black compound eye.

Ludwig nodded heavily:

"Yes."

Lumian was curious for a moment and took out the "Spectator's Glasses":

"Can you eat this?"

"Not yet." Ludwig answered honestly.

Not yet, which means, maybe in the future? Lumian put away the "Spectator's Glasses" and placed the mutated black spider's compound eye on the dining table in front of him:

"I want to ask you to translate a sentence. If you can give me the correct answer, then it will be your food."

Gulp, Ludwig swallowed his saliva and said:

"Good."

Lumian recalled the strange language Lato Giallo had spoken and made gibberish sounds.

At the end, he said:

"It's probably like this."

Ludwig shook his head with a disappointed face:

"Don't understand."

He paused and said:

"But it seems I've heard it somewhere, it's a bit familiar."

Is this because most of the memories and knowledge were sealed when the mental body was sealed? Lumian put the mutated black spider's compound eye back into the "Traveler's Bag" under Ludwig's reluctant gaze.

Ludwig stuffed a mouthful of potato and egg pancake and muttered vaguely:

"If you can find a creature that understands this language for me to eat, then I can help you translate it."

This is... Lumian asked with some surprise:

"Eating something allows you to master some of its abilities or knowledge?"

"There is a duration, and it also depends on the specific situation." Ludwig explained simply without giving a detailed explanation.

Lumian nodded thoughtfully:

"You can say information about the Batin black worms because you ate that kind of worm for a period of time before?"

"Hmm." Ludwig nodded, "It wanted to sneak attack me, it waited for a long time."

So that's how it is, I thought you had recovered part of your memories and knowledge... Sure enough, the paralyzing attack wouldn't just target Lugano, after all, this could turn into a trap at any time... Lumian stood up, left the dining table, and walked back to the master bedroom under Ludwig's pitiful gaze.

He had nowhere to find a creature that understood that "Language of the Sea" for Ludwig. The people from the Fishermen's Guild couldn't even be sure if the meaning they interpreted was correct.

After entering the master bedroom and closing the door, Lumian held the attitude that asking wouldn't lose anything, lowered his voice and said:

"Termiboros, do you understand that language? Do you know what that sentence really means?"

Termiboros's magnificent, layered voice rang out, ringing in Lumian's ears:

"Anyway, it doesn't mean 'marry the sea as a symbol of conquest'."

After saying this, Termiboros returned to silence, without any intention of explaining the true meaning to Lumian.

Damn, you'd be better off not answering! Confirmed my guess, but didn't say the real content! Heh, could you just be pretending to understand? Lumian cursed inwardly, feeling that Termiboros, this angel of fate, was becoming less and less direct and straightforward than before, and didn't understand the art of speaking.

He was gradually learning how to piss people off!

Lumian calmed his mood, sat back in the armchair, spread out the letter paper, and began to write a letter to Lady "Magician."

With the attitude of recording travel observations, he recounted what he had seen and heard in Santa Harbor, and at the end, wrote down the words that didn't know which language they belonged to by piecing together the pronunciation, and gave the meaning the Fishermen's Guild thought—"Oh sea, I will marry you as a symbol of my conquest of you," and then made a request:

"Lady, have you seen this language? Do you know what it really means?"

Folding the letter paper, Lumian set up a ritual and summoned the "Doll" messenger.

After the "Doll" messenger wearing a light golden dress walked out of the candle flame, she looked left and right and said aggressively:

"Don't let that dirty kid get close to me!"

"He's eating outside, he won't come in without my permission." For some reason, Lumian heard a hint of hidden fear in the "Doll" messenger's aggressive words.

The "Doll" messenger nodded with satisfaction:

"You have to manage him well!

"If he doesn't listen, don't give him anything to eat!"

Using "it" to refer to him... Lumian smiled and said:

"If I don't give him anything to eat, something even more terrifying might happen."

The "Doll" messenger was silent for a moment and said:

"Then give it more to eat!"

After saying this, the doll-like messenger took the letter paper folded into a square and quickly shrank back into the candle flame.

Lumian ended the ritual, extinguished the candle flame, looked at the door of the master bedroom, and muttered to himself silently:

"It really is a dangerous creature that has been sealed..."

He then took out the gold-cased pocket watch he got from the Breeze Dance Hall, snapped it open, and took a look.

His whole body suddenly turned into a shadow and merged into the darkness.

He still had something to do tonight.

…………

Port District, the top floor of the castle-like building of the Fishermen's Guild.

When Lumian arrived at the place resembling a tower, he saw Lato Giallo in formal attire waiting there.

"Are you on duty tonight?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat on his head and asked as if chatting with a friend.

Lato, this middle-aged man, sighed and said:

"Originally no, but since you're coming, then yes. Can't let an old man like the president come, right?"

Lumian didn't say anything more, pinched out one after another crimson-near-white fireballs that would explode with a delay, and threw them into different corners of the tower.

After completing this, he waved to Lato Giallo and returned to the shadows.

Lato walked to the entrance of the tower and clenched his fists in fear.

Only thirty seconds passed, and those crimson-near-white fireballs exploded at the same time.

Boom!

The entire tower was swallowed by the rising fire, and Lato at the entrance was blown away by the shockwave.

A large number of crystal-bright scales had already appeared on his body surface to reduce the damage.

Boom!

In less than half an hour, everyone in Santa Harbor who was well-informed knew one thing:

The Fishermen's Guild had been blown up!

(End of chapter)