Chapter 623

Ludwig, who was eating roasted lamb chops, glanced at the ancient notebook and the note with the "love spell" and said:

"I can only tell you the year, raw materials, and manufacturing process of the paper."

He couldn't absorb the knowledge and hidden content written on it.

"Alright." Lu Mian took his hand back without much disappointment.

He was purely "consulting" Ludwig with the mentality that asking wouldn't hurt.

Having gained no extra harvest, he sat in the armchair, basking in the still bright sunshine, and flipped through the ancient notebook filled with many devil legends.

This notebook was written purely in the Highland language; otherwise, someone like Flores who had only attended primary grammar school wouldn't be able to read it even if he got it.

Lu Mian read it with great interest, just like reading a novel, and found that some legends were more exciting and chilling than the horror novels on the market.

In it, the few incantations that appeared occasionally, some looked like they were fabricated by people who didn't understand anything and had been changed many times, while others were slightly evil and somewhat similar to "Naporedesli." Lu Mian didn't dare to read them out loud and only recited them silently in his heart.

The first day of the "Berry's" voyage passed in such tranquility.

Late at night, Lu Mian dreamed of many enchanting scenes, which intertwined into stories that made one blush and heart beat fast, gradually pushing his emotions to the peak.

Just at this moment, Lu Mian woke up. Outside the window, sunlight seeped through the curtains, bringing a little light.

It was six in the morning.

Lu Mian lay on the bed, feeling a bit lost.

The lack of the "Ascetic's" endurance in the dream instead made some scenes appear unusually moving.

"Hoo..." Lu Mian exhaled and laughed at himself, "I've almost forgotten that this is not a gift, but a curse."

The fact that he returned to the physical state he was in when he first sealed Termiboros at six every morning was, for him, most of the time linkable to phrases like not fearing serious injury, not fearing consumption, and having self-contained medical capabilities. These were all good things.

Although every time his physical state was reset, he inevitably recalled the disaster in Cordu Village and his sister Aurora, it only stung painfully before the end of the psychological therapy. Later, he gradually became numb and adapted, no longer having a particularly strong reaction, only occasionally feeling a dull pain and a bit of emptiness.

Lu Mian turned over and got out of bed, pulled open the curtains, and saw the blue sea presenting two completely different states:

On the right, the sea was wide and the sky was far, and a crimson sun had just emerged from the edge at the junction. On the left, fog was pervasive, waves were rolling, and the situation beyond a hundred meters could not be seen clearly.

After leaving the master bedroom, Lu Mian found that Lugano had gotten up much earlier than usual and was also looking at the sea view outside.

"In a good mood, huh." Lu Mian said with a bit of teasing.

Lugano laughed sheepishly:

"First time in the Berserk Sea, a bit excited, got up a bit early."

Immediately after, he added:

"Besides, if I want to be your good translator, I have to master the Dutan language as soon as possible."

On the coffee table in the room were a large number of Dutan language books that Lu Mian had newly bought in Koliya Port—as one of the main trade ports for the Southern Continent, the citizens of Koliya Port had a practical need to learn Dutan, to the point that it became a trend. There were various textbooks to help beginners get started quickly and Dutan teachers who provided door-to-door education services. Lu Mian easily got two sets of textbooks covering primary, intermediate, and advanced stages with supporting exercises. Unlike when he was in Santa Port, where he spent a lot of effort to get a few books that were barely usable.

Lu Mian clapped his hands lightly:

"Not bad."

Lugano turned to point at the half of the ocean with fog and waves:

"I heard from the sailors on the ship last night that many ships had tried to explore the ocean in that direction, but none ever returned. Later, from time to time, people saw one of those ships sailing quietly at night. There were no lights on the ship, and no one by the ship."

"They said this is the Berserk Sea, and one can only sail within the safe route. Don't think about taking unknown routes; that most of the time means unknown, irresistible danger."

"Look, is there a sun rising over there? The sea surface is very calm, but if you really leave the safe route and sail into that ocean, you might encounter a hurricane in the next second, or be attacked by a lightning storm, or be directly baked and evaporated by the sun. Haha, these are all told by sailors; I'm not sure if they are true or false."

Lu Mian nodded and said:

"Ask more about similar rumors."

Lugano, who received affirmation from his employer, was happy, feeling that he had found the direction of his efforts.

The voyage in the Berserk Sea went quite smoothly. Neither Lu Mian, nor Ludwig, nor Lugano attracted any trouble.

They sometimes witnessed what a storm that could destroy a city was like, sometimes witnessed lightning wonders that looked like forests, and sometimes found that there wasn't a single fish in the entire sea area, dead silent like the legendary Netherworld.

Relying on the experienced captain, first mate, and sailors, the "Berry" followed the safe route and passed through these areas.

A few days later, this ocean-going steamship arrived at the transit port of Hant Island to add coal and water, clean the machines, and replenish light beer and various foods for two days.

"This island doesn't seem to have any specialties." Lugano held the travel guide from Koliya Port, recalling the accounts of passengers and sailors. "But the geographical location is outstanding, and it has a natural deep-water port. It is one of the main transit ports controlled by the Feysac Kingdom."

Specialties? Do devils count? Lu Mian slandered a few words, took out two gold pounds, and turned them lightly in his hand:

"I'll go taste how the local home-brewed wine tastes."

He went straight to the largest bar in the port and ordered a glass of pomegranate-colored, thick, and rich locally produced red wine, "Paha."

Soon, Lu Mian struck up a conversation with a few guests near the bar and deliberately said to the one with a local accent:

"I met a nice chick."

As he spoke, he winked, revealing an ambiguous smile:

"I'm going to date her later, on a quiet night. Can you tell me a few popular local horror stories? Hmm, they don't have to be popular, just scary enough, and have a clear location. For example, what kind of horror event happened in an empty house on such-and-such street? Haha, I'll take her there for a date."

The local man with wet wine on his beard put down the beer mug made of oak and laughed:

"Really despicable, but I admire you!

"For a man, a woman is a war. To win, any method can be used!"

The local man recalled and said:

"You can take her to the edge of the forest outside the city for a date. You know, the forest at night is always scary. And, there is a devil hidden in the forest of Hant Island, maybe more than one."

"Since I have memories, the priests have been telling everyone not to go deep into that forest, not to think about going to the center of the island to cut wood. There are many dangers hidden there."

"What kind of danger? The priests didn't say, but someone would always tell me who saw a devil with goat horns and a foul sulfur smell in the forest."

"And those who saw the devil with their own eyes are said to have died in the end. I don't know why they died."

"How about it? No woman is not afraid of devils. No, my old lady is not afraid; she is more terrifying than a devil!"

Have the devil stories of Hant Island evolved to this extent? A bit like the legend of the Montsouris ghost, but meeting the Montsouris ghost might kill the whole family, and Hant Island's doesn't have this obvious feature... Lu Mian raised the glass of red wine, toasted the local man, and turned to say:

"Although I look good, I don't think any chick would be willing to follow me to the edge of the forest outside the city on the first date, and it's at night. Even if she's not afraid that I'll do that kind of thing to her, she'll worry that I'm actually a criminal who likes to murder young girls. How about it, are there any legends of serial killers? Preferably one that happened in the city."

According to Aurora's occult notebook and the information collected in the past few months, Lu Mian knew that Sequence 9 of the "Devil" pathway is "Criminal," Sequence 8 is "Cold-Blooded," and Sequence 7 is "Serial Killer."

And the sequence name "Serial Killer" shows that the corresponding Beyonder, whether they have mastered the "Acting Method" or not, will complete some serial murder events either actively or passively.

Although the devil of Hant Island is clearly not just Sequence 7 and has long since left the "Serial Killer" stage, if it is not a natural high-level entity but one that has advanced step by step, has it acted as a "Serial Killer" clearly or confusedly in the past? If so, will it retain corresponding preferences?

Whether it is a human or a creature with a certain intelligence, once it has indulged in a certain desire and has not deliberately quit or controlled it later, it will inevitably retain hobbies in that regard.

Since humans can have a drink occasionally, devils might also kill a few people occasionally to complete a serial murder event.

In addition, if Naporedesli's commission was not fabricated to reach a verbal agreement, then the devil of Hant Island or its descendants should be hidden among humans.

The local man with beer on his beard thought for a while and said:

"There are no serial killers. In a small place like ours, if murder cases happen continuously, everyone in the city will know."

Speaking of this, he paused and said:

"Does it count if people go missing in the forest outside the city every year?"

…………

In Trier, Franca, Jenna, and Anthony had collected enough information about the current Minister of Industry of the government, Mo Lan Avigny.

This included a color photo.

Mo Lan Avigny in the photo had that handsome and romantic feeling of an Intisian. Although he was old, he added more temperament.

He was nearly sixty, his black hair was already gray, his features were upright, his eyes were dark gray, and his nasolabial folds were quite obvious.

"Dark gray eye color is very rare in Intis..." Franca sighed.

She stopped suddenly halfway through.

She remembered another person with dark gray eyes who was also in Intis:

"Demoness of Black" Clarice.

(End of chapter)