Chapter 568

Solo Hotel.

Lumian looked at the firelight in the port district that reddened the night sky, listened to the noise in the distance, and waited for the possible visitor.

Not long after, a knocking sound of dong dong dong rang out.

Lumian didn't wait for Lugano to wake up, turned around directly, and walked to the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Noelia wearing brown leather armor and a two-horned nun's hat.

Noelia's face was like ice, she suddenly raised her hand and shouted in a low voice in Ancient Hermes:

"Imprison!"

Lumian was instantly unable to move, as if there were layers of transparent walls or flowing viscous liquid around him restricting his actions, which turned him into a small insect in amber.

The next second, Noelia backhanded and drew a rapier from behind her.

At the same time, Lumian's trouser legs suddenly tightened, his whole body seemed to be a head taller and a circle larger, and some kind of explosive power expanded from within his body.

The transparent "amber" that trapped him made a creaking sound, and one after another invisible cracks appeared.

With a whoosh, Noelia held the hilt of the rapier with both hands, cut through the airflow, split the "cage" that had already become precarious, and slashed toward Lumian's head.

Lumian's right fist, which was ready to go, was raised in time, and hit the side of the rapier with the condensed crimson-near-white firelight.

In the low and restrained explosion sound, the rapier slanted out, brushed against the door frame, and slashed toward the ground.

Noelia took advantage of the situation to retreat, put away the rapier, and asked in a deep voice in Intis:

"Did you blow up the Fishermen's Guild?"

Seeing this, Lumian didn't counterattack, his body returned to normal, and he said with a smile:

"Whether I blew it up isn't important, what's important is whether anyone can prove that I blew it up."

He knew that Noelia's warning just now was just a warning, not really wanting to deal with him, otherwise after "Imprison," she should have followed up with other Beyonder abilities, instead of directly slashing with a sword.

Noelia maintained the majesty of someone who had maintained order in Santa Harbor for many years and was questioning different criminal suspects:

"Why do you have to go to such lengths, why make such a big commotion?"

Lumian turned his head to look at the servant's room, signaling Lugano, who had woken up from the noise, to go back to sleep.

While walking toward the armchair in the living room, he ignored Noelia's question and said with a smile:

"I found out some things."

"For example?" Noelia walked into the suite and closed the wooden door behind her.

Lumian pointed to the sofa:

"Sit down and talk first, lest you say I'm impolite."

Noelia glanced at Lumian and said with a smile:

"Didn't perform the cheek-kissing ritual, what's there to talk about politeness?"

Her attitude was open and aboveboard.

Lumian sat in the armchair and answered the previous question:

"For example, last year's Sea-Praying Ceremony failed."

Noelia didn't show any surprise, sat on the edge of the sofa, and leaned forward slightly, not letting the rapier behind her poke her:

"Anything else?"

Lumian thought for a moment and said in a chatting tone:

"Also, the Sea-Praying Ceremony is to marry the sea;

"Also, the 'Sea Viceroy' is the husband of the sea, and the 'Handmaiden of the Sea' is the incarnation of the sea in the real world;

"Also, whether it's the 'Sea Viceroy' or the 'Handmaiden of the Sea,' the children born are all 'Children of the Sea,' the first one has the purest bloodline..."

Although Lumian knew very well that what he wanted to express was that the children born to the women the "Sea Viceroy" had slept with all counted as descendants of the sea, regardless of whether they were "Handmaidens of the Sea," after saying the corresponding words, he, who already had rich mystical knowledge and supernatural experience, inevitably thought that this seemed to include the meaning of the "Sea Viceroy" having children himself.

Phew, sure enough, the more you know, the easier it is to be polluted. The old me wouldn't have thought this way... Lumian sighed inwardly, and Noelia sighed with a bit of surprise and appreciation:

"Your investigation progress is faster than I imagined. How long has it been and you've already figured out most of the things."

It's been quite a few days. My "Tongue of Language" charm will expire tomorrow, and I don't know how much harvest this week of borrowed learning will have... Lumian smiled slightly:

"You wouldn't think my reputation as a great adventurer was blown out by bragging, would you?"

"The 'Devil Wizard' who can be rewarded with 300,000 gold liso definitely wasn't blown out by bragging." Noelia expressed in a tactful way that she didn't underestimate someone who could hunt the "Devil Wizard."

She nodded with satisfaction:

"Many Beyonders possess good abilities, but lack sufficient brains, are blindly combative, and like to show off, but you aren't.

"However, I still have to remind you, don't go too far. Although I know very well what the real purpose of you deliberately making such a big commotion is, we must maintain the stable order of Santa Harbor. You can't make it difficult for us."

Combined with the warning just now, the hidden meaning of this sentence is, don't destroy the current situation in Santa Harbor. You can investigate the Sea-Praying Ceremony, but you can't fundamentally subvert the order here? In other words, don't deal a death blow to the Fishermen's Guild? What exactly is your "Earth Mother" Church trying to do, wanting it and not wanting it at the same time... Lumian pondered Noelia's subtext while smiling:

"If you could be more honest and reveal more information, I wouldn't need to do so many things at all."

Noelia smiled somewhat awkwardly but politely:

"We haven't mastered many pieces of information either. I can only tell you that since the Church tacitly approves of the existence of the Sea-Praying Ceremony and tacitly approves of the people of the Fishermen's Guild obtaining the power of the sea, there must be sufficient reasons, which has nothing to do with whether we have the ability to solve it.

"As for what kind of reason it is, I haven't been able to understand it with my rank. Perhaps the archbishop in charge of the entire Gaya Province and the president of our Abundance Order can answer you."

Lumian sneered:

"Then why did you tacitly approve or even indulge me in investigating the Sea-Praying Ceremony?"

Noelia sighed:

"Why must you figure it out? Didn't we also not ask what the real purpose of your investigation into the Sea-Praying Ceremony was?"

After saying this, the combat nun left the sofa, stepped out with her legs, and walked toward the door of the suite step by step.

After walking a few steps, she stopped and said thoughtfully:

"There are some ancient traces hidden in the basement of the 'Sea Viceroy's' mansion in Milo Village, which can reveal some things. You'd better find an opportunity to take a look."

"In the basement of the 'Sea Viceroy's' mansion? According to Franca's relay, there are a few symbols and patterns left by the ancestors of Milo Village... Does Noelia mean that they contain relatively important information? Does it also include the reason why the 'Earth Mother' Church tacitly approves of the Sea-Praying Ceremony?

"If Juan Oro didn't lie, didn't deliberately conceal, and didn't play any tricks, wouldn't that indicate that the 'Earth Mother' Church understands the ancestors of Milo Village better than these descendants? Also, after all, it's the force that once destroyed Milo Village and cleaned up those ancestors, and in these thousand-plus years, there hasn't been any interruption in heritage, and it has always been at the top level of the real world..." Lumian looked at Noelia's back as she opened the door and left, without asking further.

He had just returned to the master bedroom and was preparing to sleep when he saw the "Doll" messenger drop the paper folded into a square and fly away, without even saying hello.

"Besides loving to eat a little, and besides eating everything, Ludwig isn't that annoying, right?

"Uh, Lady 'Magician' really likes to stay up late, she replies fastest to letters written at night..." Lumian muttered silently while picking up the reply.

He unfolded it quickly and read the content on it:

"So far, your performance in Santa Harbor can be considered not bad.

"I won't make too much interference and guidance. This is an opportunity for you to further digest the 'Conspirator' potion, a very good opportunity.

"I have roughly restored that sentence. I read it a few times. It is not any language I currently master, but it can be determined that it does not possess the trait of prying into natural forces, but it itself possesses a certain energy. Language can also possess energy.

"What does this represent? It represents that in the Sea-Praying Ceremony, it cannot be used as a sacrificial language, and it is difficult to rely on it to communicate with supernatural things, that is, the so-called sea.

"Then why can the Sea-Praying Ceremony succeed? The key should be that sacrificial ring. It likely possesses a unique appearance, strange patterns, strong spirituality, and accumulated knowledge. That sentence relies on its own pronunciation, structure, and energy to stimulate this ring, letting it exert its due effect.

"If you can replicate the state of that ring after the Vigil Ceremony for me, I have the confidence to interpret its specific effect and the general meaning of that sentence."

That's true. When Lato Giallo chanted "Oh sea, I will marry you..." there was no trace of natural forces being pried, which means it couldn't be a sacrificial language, so it must have another role... After reading Lady "Magician's" explanation, Lumian had a deeper understanding of the sea sacrifice part.

And now most of the clues seem to have to wait until he can sneak into the "Sea Viceroy's" mansion to have a follow-up.

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The next morning, Lugano took Ludwig through the streets, buying the breakfast the little boy wanted to eat.

Suddenly, someone lowered their head and hurried past him, slipping under their feet and bumping into him.

Lugano moved his body calmly, not letting that person touch him.

He even helped the other party and said hypocritically:

"Careful."

That person held Lugano's hand back and stuffed something into it.

Then, he said "sorry" vaguely, continued forward, and disappeared into the crowd.

Lugano lowered his gaze and looked at his palm, where there was a white note crumpled into a ball.

He wasn't in a hurry to look at the content on the paper. After buying breakfast for Ludwig, he returned to the Solo Hotel and told Lumian about the matter.

Lumian took the paper ball and unfolded it quite casually.

On it was written in a relatively delicate handwriting:

"After last year's ceremony, the sea had an abnormality."

(End of chapter)