Chapter 617

According to Anthony's feedback, Franca had long guessed that Delilah was not a "Mirror Person," but had a certain relationship with "Mirror People," otherwise she wouldn't have known nothing and yet had abnormal reactions.

The reason she still asked such a question during the "Magic Mirror Divination" was to confirm, guarding against Delilah having made preparations in advance and not actually being hypnotized.

Pondering for a moment, Franca asked the second question:

"Is the owner of these hairs a descendant of the Tamara family?"

Inside the dim mirror, amidst the sound of splashing water, the old voice answered:

"No."

Not a descendant of the Tamara family... Franca used the method of elimination and picked one from the questions she had thought of in advance:

"Is the owner of these hairs a descendant of a 'Mirror Person'?"

The old voice answered in a calm and hoarse tone:

"Yes."

Yes... Both Franca and Jenna were surprised and happy.

Although they had similar guesses just now, after truly obtaining confirmation, they were still stunned and fearful:

How long have "Mirror People" been infiltrating Trier, and how come they have descendants over thirty years old?

And, they can really get married and have children like normal people, possessing descendants...

Besides believing in the "Original Witch" in the mirror and having more extreme personalities, naturally carrying resentment toward themselves outside the mirror, what essential difference do they have from normal people?

—Franca and the others were not sure whether most "Mirror People" would have their bodies dissipate upon death, leaving behind "Mirror World Fragments," or if only a few special "Mirror People" like Gardner Martin were like this.

Combined with the fact that Delilah's biological father, the current Minister of Industry of the government, Mo Lan Avigny, warned her to pay attention to abnormal reactions, Franca could basically judge that the high official had been replaced by a "Mirror Person" many years ago.

"According to the intelligence collected, the municipal transformation of underground Trier decades ago, including the establishment of the catacombs, was to deal with the problem of the seal leakage in Trier of the Fourth Epoch. Before this, it is completely understandable that 'Mirror People' had already replaced the original owners and lived in Trier," Anthony deliberated and said. "The problem now is that 'Mirror People' can actually have descendants normally."

Jenna's eyes moved slightly, and she added:

"There is another point. Was the 'Mirror World Fragment' in the Tamara family tomb brought in by a descendant in recent decades, or did some special 'Mirror Person' go looking for something and die inside?

"Or, when Trier of the Fourth Epoch hadn't sunk underground and hadn't been sealed, were 'Mirror People' active on this land?"

Franca hissed and said:

"Your latter guess is a bit scary.

"Our original inference was that the 'Special Mirror World' was produced by the 'War of the Four Emperors' that led to the sinking of Trier of the Fourth Epoch, closely related to the descent of the 'Original Witch,' the desperate counterattack of the 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor, and the fall of the 'Calamity Witch' Krismana. But if 'Mirror People' were already active in Trier of the Fourth Epoch before this, then the root of the problem is even more mysterious and terrifying."

Fear of the unknown.

Speaking of this, Franca couldn't help but look at the dressing mirror in her hand and said to the dim and deep mirror surface:

"Am I a descendant of a 'Mirror Person'?"

She didn't expect to get an answer, because normally, one could ask at most three questions during "Magic Mirror Divination." She was just speaking out of emotion and incidentally ending this divination.

The mirror was silent for a few seconds and actually made a sound again:

"Your ancestors have nothing to do with Trier."

Oh, meaning, there's no way I could have anything to do with "Mirror People"? Wait... Franca suddenly said happily:

"So you, you are not an emotionless answering machine, and don't have to strictly follow the corresponding rules."

The dim darkness on the mirror's surface quickly receded, and the old voice did not appear again.

Franca was speechless.

Jenna leaned over to Anthony's side and whispered:

"Did you hear the helplessness in that answer just now?"

Anthony glanced at Franca and nodded imperceptibly.

"Hey! Don't whisper in front of me, I can hear it!" Franca complained. The hearing of an "Assassin" was also quite good.

She then changed the subject:

"Fortunately, it said no. If it had, that would be terrifying.

"Hmm... your grandfathers or great-grandfathers shouldn't be from Trier, right?"

"I'm not even from Trier now," Anthony replied.

Jenna said "Hmm":

"My father and mother both came to Trier in their grandfather's generation."

Franca breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Now, the direction of the investigation is very clear: the current Minister of Industry, Mo Lan Avigny!"

She was hesitating whether to investigate secretly first and get some important intelligence, or hurry up and notify "007" to let the Church of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" handle it—choosing the latter meant she would very likely be restricted by confidentiality principles and unable to get the details she wanted to know from "007."

Woo!

Amidst the whistle, the sea ship sailed into Port Colia on the coastline of the southernmost part of the Feysac Kingdom.

It was already mid-November. Trier had reached the cold winter, and the temperature in Port Santa had also dropped to the point where one needed to add thick clothes, but the weather here was still relatively hot. Pedestrians coming and going mostly wore flashy short-sleeved shirts and loose trousers that exposed their ankles.

Port Colia was not quite the same as Port Santa; there was no custom of carrying swords or knives, but as far as Lu Mian knew, the folk customs here were still fierce, and large-scale armed fights often occurred.

This was because Port Colia was different from Port Santa, which relied on pastures, plains, and mountain mines. There wasn't much arable land, and grasslands were scarce. The original people all lived by the sea.

With the Church of the "Mother Goddess of Earth" improving land, seeds, and livestock generation after generation, the current Port Colia was much better than in ancient times. Grain could basically be self-sufficient, but the fierce folk customs remained.

Of course, Port Colia still imported a large amount of grain because it was one of the main trading ports of the Feysac Kingdom to the Southern Continent, had too many outsiders, and was also one of the main bases of the "Harvest Fleet."

Captain Pedro stood beside Lu Mian, looking at the exceptionally lively port with ships coming and going, and said:

"It's the dry season now, the weather isn't that hot, and there isn't much rain. It's the most comfortable period in Port Colia. Welcome to visit here."

These were polite words.

Lu Mian leaned against the ship's rail, looking at the distant ocean that seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds:

"Is that the Berserk Sea?"

The Berserk Sea cut off the Northern and Southern Continents. It wasn't until Emperor Roselle found a safe shipping route that countries in the Northern Continent could cross this ocean to reach the Southern Continent.

"Yes," Pedro sighed, "Without a captain and sailors familiar with that ocean leading the way, ships would definitely be swallowed by the changeable and violent weather there. Every year, people die in shipwrecks in Port Colia."

After the passengers on the ship had almost all left, Lu Mian took Ludwig and Lugano and followed Captain Pedro to his home.

He wanted to see the situation of the other party's eldest daughter, Sarah, and her lover before deciding what method to use later.

Lugano carried the suitcase, held Ludwig's hand, and followed closely behind his employer.

It wasn't until they left the pier that he suddenly noticed one thing:

The employer and the captain were communicating in Dutan!

Since leaving Port Santa, the employer had been using Dutan to communicate with most people on the ship!

When did he learn Dutan? When could he communicate normally in Dutan?

Lugano looked at his employer's back, listening to the Dutan that was still quite fluent, and fell into a long silence.

Port Colia, 7 White Shark Street, Pedro's home.

This was a detached five-story building with a lush green lawn in front and a beautiful garden in the back, where a large family of twenty or thirty people, headed by Pedro's mother, lived.

Lu Mian had just passed through the iron gate when he saw a man and a woman walking arm in arm on the lawn.

They were both very young. The woman was in her early twenties, with brown hair and brown eyes, white skin with a deep undertone, and features that had a natural charm. Her appearance could be considered outstanding, but to Lu Mian, who often hung out with "Witches" and whose sister was also very beautiful, this could only be called not bad.

The man looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five, with single eyelids, small eyes, ordinary features, slightly curly brown hair, and wearing a white shirt and thin dark gray trousers. Regardless of appearance or temperament, he belonged to the type that couldn't be quickly found if thrown into a crowd.

"Sarah, let me introduce you. This is the great adventurer Louis Berry, famous across the Five Seas. His legendary experiences will soon spread to Colia," Pedro introduced the guest happily, completely unable to see any gloom.

Sarah held a thin gauze hat to shade her from the sun, leaned over, and asked curiously:

"What kind of legendary experiences?"

"Does earning 300,000 gold risos from one commission count?" Pedro answered with a smile on Lu Mian's behalf.

"300,000 gold risos?" Sarah let out an exclamation.

This was a huge fortune for the vast majority of Feysac people.

Lu Mian smiled and watched the father and daughter talk, his peripheral vision catching Sarah's lover's gaze darkening slightly, looking unhappy.

Jealousy, vigilance, and worry? If he really had a big problem, he should be more confident... Lu Mian thought calmly on the surface.

Pedro introduced Sarah's lover again:

"Flores, Sarah's fiancé. They met in Feysac City."

Feysac City was the capital of the Feysac Kingdom, located on a plateau. Sarah met Flores when she was studying at university there, but Flores's family was ordinary, his education wasn't high, he only finished primary grammar school, and later opened a grocery store near the Plateau University.

"Hello," Lu Mian nodded gently, maintaining the arrogance of a great adventurer.

After the welcome banquet, Flores left Pedro's home.

He entered the bar he frequented most, which had a lot of atmosphere, and sat at the bar counter with an unhappy expression.

While looking around casually, he saw a lady sitting two or three seats away.

The lady's flaxen long hair was simply tied up, her lake-water-colored eyes seemed to hide crystalline micro-light, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were rosy. Just her profile made people feel breathtakingly beautiful.

(End of chapter)