Chapter 570

Lumian turned his head to look at the direction of the pier, his body suddenly thinned and melted into the shadows created because the moonlight couldn't shine on it.

He followed the darkness everywhere, bypassed the guards at the entrance, and entered the building with a strong religious atmosphere without a sound.

Just after passing through the foyer, he paused.

He saw that in the depths of the gloomy "gauze," there were one after another dwarves with deformed large heads, protruding eyes, wrinkled skin like seven or eighty-year-old old men, and a height of only a little over a meter.

That was precisely the "Little Devil" in the mouths of Juan Oro and others, a kind of Sea Kin.

At this time, these "Little Devils" were using their trait of being able to sneak into shadows to patrol every piece of darkness in the "Sea Viceroy's" mansion, not letting anyone mix in through this.

Lumian had dealt with them before and knew clearly that these "Little Devils" weren't considered powerful. Besides being able to merge into shadows, they could use shadows to create illusions. He could easily solve a team.

But no matter how easy, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't make a little noise when dealing with one of the "Little Devil" teams, and wouldn't be noticed by other creatures in this building.

Lumian concentrated his spirit and sized up the areas not covered by shadows, discovering that in the crimson moonlight, there were vaguely many figures swimming in the void, sometimes appearing, sometimes hiding.

Those were fish covered in deep gray armor-like scales.

Their eyes were also protruding, like flesh balls embedded at both ends of the body, and there were "thin lines" like starlight hidden in the seams of the armored scales.

These strange fish wandered in mid-air, distributed in different areas, and their mouths occasionally spat out bubbles containing invisible storms and thorn-like cracks.

A large number of bubbles burst, and countless "thorns" mixed in the invisible storm swept toward the surroundings, burying dangerous traps for "guests" who arrived through "teleportation."

At the connection between the hall and different corridors, the three-person guard teams walked back and forth without making half a sound. Their expressions were normal, looking like there was nothing strange, but Lumian just blinked, and saw one after another black insects covered with long, thin bristles drilling out from the back of their necks and the edges of their mouths.

The Batin black worms finished checking the surroundings and quickly shrank back into the bodies of those guards.

And the various marine creature sculptures on the walls had eyes that seemed to have come alive, scanning every area with self-consciousness.

"Sure enough, just like Juan Oro said, there are a large number of different Sea Kin here, it's really very difficult to sneak in without a sound." Lumian muttered to himself in his heart, didn't rush forward, and waited patiently for an opportunity in the foyer area.

In less than two minutes, a loud bang came from the pier.

Crimson firelight instantly rolled and rose, rushing into mid-air, illuminating every window nearby and making them tremble gently.

Regardless of whether it was the "Little Devils" patrolling in the shadows, the "armored strange fish" affecting the surrounding void, the Batin black worms controlling the guards, or the special creatures hidden in the eyes of the sculptures, at this time, they all instinctively cast their attention toward the glass windows near the pier.

Lumian moved.

The commotion just now was manufactured by him using a delayed explosion!

He seized this opportunity, swam past the shadows next to the "Little Devils," and bypassed the area patrolled by the "armored strange fish."

Immediately after, before other Sea Kin noticed, he locked onto the room at the very end of the hall based on the information given by Juan Oro.

The black mark on his right shoulder emitted a faint light, and his whole body flashed directly to the door of the target room, then quickly turned into a shadow and drilled into it from the door crack.

What entered Lumian's sight were numerous patterns and symbols engraved on the floor, ceiling, and walls. They were like an enlarged version of the sacrificial ring pattern hand-drawn by Juan Oro.

Besides that, there was nothing else.

"During the Vigil Ceremony, several kinds of Sea Kin will enter here, etch the patterns and symbols on the floor, ceiling, and walls onto the ring blank in a reduced size, and immerse it in special energy?" Lumian quickly looked around, left the shadows, and activated a black mark on his chest.

The surface of the surrounding walls instantly had near-invisible water ripples swaying, but they quickly calmed down.

"Bottle of Fiction"!

Lumian "put" these two connected rooms into the "Bottle of Fiction," and set the entry condition to "ordinary human."

Then, he hid by the door, which was the mouth of the bottle, and deliberately made heavy footsteps.

Almost at the same time, some kind of Sea Kin noticed the commotion in this place.

They associated it with the explosion at the pier and the firelight rushing into the sky, and instantly understood that their group had just been tricked by someone else and had their attention drawn away!

They immediately called out to their companions like the "armored strange fish," Batin black worms, and "Little Devils," letting them immediately enter the place of the ring-making ceremony to check for possible intruders.

These Sea Kin opened the door, trying to rush in in various ways, but all inexplicably returned to their original places, returned to the hall.

The "armored strange fish" quickly realized the essence of the problem and began to spit bubbles containing invisible storms toward the entrance and exit of the "Bottle of Fiction."

And long before they swarmed over and tried to enter the room with all their hearts, Lumian had already turned into a shadow creature, stuck to the crack at the bottom of the wooden door, quietly left the "Bottle of Fiction," and returned to the hall.

Everything he did just now was still to attract the attention of the Sea Kin, creating an opportunity for himself to change positions!

Useful strategies should of course be used more than once!

And it's very hard for the other party to think that they would encounter the same strategy in a short period of time. They would instinctively think that the enemy had other arrangements.

Of course, by the third time, they would be overly vigilant against similar strategies and think everything looked like it was to divert their attention. By then, Lumian could act in the opposite way.

Taking advantage of the fact that the attention of these Sea Kin was all attracted to the "Bottle of Fiction," Lumian unhurriedly avoided the areas where the Little Devils gathered, bypassed the vicinity of the "armored strange fish," reached a corner of the hall, and used "Spirit World Shuttle" again.

This time, his destination was the entrance to the stairs leading to the basement.

The guards there had also been attracted to the hall.

Lumian's figure had just been outlined at the entrance of the stairs, and immediately turned into a shadow again, sneaking into the basement along the large area of darkness.

There were no guards or Sea Kin monitoring here, it seemed to be considered an unimportant area, just entrusting the respect of the Milo Village villagers for their ancestors.

Lumian, who was in the state of a shadow creature, "naturally" possessed dark vision and didn't need to create a fire cluster to roughly see the situation in the dark underground:

Because it was by the sea, the stone-paved floor and walls were all a bit damp, but thanks to the influence of various supernatural powers on the building itself, no moldy smell appeared.

In the very middle of the basement was a broken, ancestor-worshipping stone platform, surrounded by a large number of traces of destruction, leaving only some disconnected lines, arcs, and partial patterns that couldn't see their original appearance.

"Did the complete symbols and patterns form the crest of the ancestors of Milo Village? Or did they belong to patterns with mystical functions?" Lumian looked at it again and again, finding it difficult to restore the appearance of this place before it was destroyed in his mind.

But he felt that since Noelia of the Abundance Order said that the symbols and patterns here could reveal some things, he should be able to harvest certain information.

What kind of information would it be? Lumian maintained the state of a shadow creature, grew a body in the darkness, and looked around.

He frowned slightly and whispered silently:

"Could it be that the 'Earth Mother' Church clearly had the ability to completely destroy this place, but still kept the traces?

"Does this represent that the Sea-Praying Ceremony also has some kind of function for them?"

Lumian cast his gaze toward the stone platform for worshipping ancestors, naturally recalling the details of the ring-making ceremony that Juan Oro had mentioned:

After the "Sea Queen's Ring" is made, it will be placed here for an hour, representing respect for the ancestors.

"Is it placed on this altar that has collapsed by half?" Lumian approached the gray-black stone platform and found that there was no dust accumulation on it, and all the remaining lines pointed to the blank space at the center of the circle.

His heart moved, he took out a gold louis, and placed it on the center of the circle on the altar.

Nothing happened.

Lumian put away the gold louis, changed to gold liso, "Spectator's Glasses," "Torture" gloves, and other items, and placed them on it one by one.

Still no abnormality.

Lumian didn't give up, took out the silver-white "Lie" earring from his pocket, and placed it on the blank space on the surface of the stone platform without lines.

The next second, Lumian felt as if his whole body had been pulled out of reality.

He saw lines and arcs protruding from the depths of the stone platform. They were illusory and had no physical form, yet they existed truly, connecting with the original remaining ones, forming two patterns:

One pattern was like layers upon layers of doors drawn with simple strokes, and the other was a circular disk divided into twelve grids of different sizes. It looked like a clock, but had only one pointer.

Lumian watched intently, feeling something attached to the "Lie" earring.

In the blink of an eye, the lines protruding from inside the stone platform's wreckage dimmed, retreated, and shrank back to their original positions. Everything here returned to a normal state.

"Were those two patterns representing the ancestors of Milo Village just now? Or were they knowledge they obtained when they first received the revelation?" Lumian felt the Sea Kin rushing toward the basement, muttered a sentence, grabbed the "Lie" earring, and "teleported" away directly.

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Solo Hotel, inside the master bedroom of the suite.

As soon as Lumian's figure was outlined, he sat down and began to write a letter to Lady "Magician"—he couldn't care about checking what changes the "Lie" earring had, and planned to send it to his Major Arcana card for inspection together.

After roughly restoring the patterns, symbols, and structures of the sacrificial ring and the various situations he had seen in the "Sea Viceroy's" mansion, Lumian folded the letter paper neatly, set up a ritual, and summoned the "Doll" messenger.

Then, he waited patiently for a reply.

(End of chapter)