Chapter 624

Under normal circumstances, deep gray eyes are not a detail worth noting; such an eye color is rare in Intis, but not uncommon in places like the Loen Kingdom. However, Franca keenly felt that some key information was hidden within:

Mo Lan Avigny is suspected to be a "Mirror Person," and the "Black Witch" Clarice is currently tracking "Mirror People." Moreover, she is a "Witch" pathway demigod closely related to the "Mirror World," and as it turns out, they both possess that non-mainstream deep gray eye color.

Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?

"What's wrong?" Jenna asked with concern, seeing Franca suddenly freeze.

Franca deliberated for a few seconds before revealing that the "Black Witch" had the same eye color as Mo Lan Avigny, and finally added:

"None of the 'Mirror People' we encountered before had this characteristic."

"Only the more special 'Mirror People' have it? Is the 'Black Witch' also a 'Mirror Person'?" Jenna guessed, her thoughts wandering.

"That's impossible, right?" Franca subconsciously denied it. "She even asked me to investigate the 'Mirror People'... Well, it's not entirely impossible. Haven't we seen enough stories of thieves calling the police to catch other thieves?"

Anthony thought for a moment and said:

"Could it be a symbol contaminated by the 'Primordial Demoness' in the mirror? Would special 'Mirror People' who reach a certain level have such an eye color, and would 'Witches' who have become demigods and encountered contamination be the same?"

"No, Mo Lan Avigny should have originally had deep gray eyes. It's impossible for the 'Mirror Person' who replaced him to have changed his eye color without being suspected." Franca pondered and began to reason. "In other words, the 'Black Witch' and the original Mo Lan Avigny belong to the same family? I previously thought she was of the Sauron family and was an elder of Blanche Sauron; otherwise, she wouldn't have raised such a simple-minded Witch. Now it seems that's not the case..."

"Not necessarily," Franca and Jenna said in unison.

Everyone has a paternal and maternal family. Being of the Sauron family doesn't mean she isn't of that deep gray-eyed family!

Franca hesitated for a few seconds and said:

"I also haven't reported the progress of the 'Mirror Person' investigation to the 'Black Witch' for a long time. It just so happens I'm visiting her this week, so I'll mention the matter of Mo Lan Avigny."

"Be careful," Jenna reminded her.

Franca curled her lips, her smile bright as she said:

"Don't worry, she's the one who asked me to investigate the 'Mirror People,' so she should have some estimation of the possible developments. If she really has a deep connection with Mo Lan Avigny, perhaps we will see that Minister of Industry have an accident later. If not, it's a perfect opportunity to ask for her help!"

Hant Island. Lu Mian walked on the street thick with night, the sea breeze blowing away the heat as he leisurely returned to the "Berry."

With his hands in his pockets, his mind was exceptionally active, organizing the various legends and stories he had just collected, attempting to find traces of that devil within them.

If it weren't for Madam Magician specifically warning him to be careful, and if it weren't for the fact that Napo Redisli hadn't fully stated the name and identity of the so-called devil descendant, Lu Mian would definitely have thrown himself out as bait—in that situation, he would have flaunted his malice, planned a scheme with a possibility of success, triggered the devil's danger perception, and let it come to his door to eliminate the hidden danger, while waiting for it would be a trap in a hidden state.

"It's been one or two hundred years, and the number of adventurers who have come to investigate the devil legends is not small. The Church of Mother Earth should also be trying their best to wipe out the remaining problems, but there are still no results. It's not realistic to rely on conventional methods to find that devil......

"Thinking from another angle, why must that devil hide on Hant Island?

"It has already been cleaned up once by the Church of Mother Earth, so why take the risk to stay?

"If it were me, I would have settled in another place long ago. As a devil, where can't one survive?

"If it really thinks of itself as a high-IQ criminal, a true 'Criminal,' and must mock the clergy of the Church of Mother Earth in this way, it should have gotten tired of it after so many years......

"Is there a reason that causes it to linger on Hant Island?

"Is it sealed to a certain extent? Or is there something very important buried on the island that cannot be moved?

"That valley burning with sulfur flames?

"Also, devils can live for hundreds of years, but ordinary people cannot. If that devil really wants to hide in human towns, it has to change its identity every few decades, which may leave clues.

"Hant Island is one of the transit ports for the North-South trade route, and there are many foreign settlers. A devil can easily fabricate a new identity, but how should the original identity naturally exit?

"The residents here are all believers of Mother Earth. After death, they will inevitably be sent to the church to receive comfort. Does a devil have the guts to pretend to be a dead person until receiving the gaze of Mother Earth and the washing of holy water?

"Hmm, disappearance. Disappearance is the best way to handle it. Whether it's going out to sea for adventure or disappearing in the forest, it can effectively avoid corresponding problems.

"Every year, people disappear in the forest outside the city... Did the devil deliberately create some accidents to hide its 'death' in the middle?" Lu Mian's thoughts flashed, and he gradually had some reasoning and guesses.

This is also a tempering of the "Conspirator" ability and a way to digest the potion.

He had a fairly vague understanding of the whole thing:

"To find the devil hiding among humans, one must find the mysterious valley burning with sulfur flames deep in the forest, and to figure out the secret of the valley, one must rely on that devil. These two things are likely linked and cannot be viewed separately."

For tomorrow's investigation, Lu Mian had a rough plan:

"First, go to the forest to look around, use the 'Hunter' ability to search for the remains of those who disappeared before. If I can find one or two, and they still have a little edible tissue left, I'll bring them back to Ludwig to see who the deceased saw last.

"In this process, without alerting the clergy of the Church of Mother Earth, I will move deeper into the island to see if there are any abnormalities, and if so, what kind of abnormalities they are......"

While strolling slowly, Lu Mian suddenly looked up and saw the stars in the high sky covered by dark clouds.

A torrential rain fell in an instant.

Drops of rain splashed mist in front of Lu Mian. Without an umbrella, he had to flash under the eaves of a three-story building by the street, hiding outside a coffee shop that had long since turned off its lights, waiting for the rain to end without any emotional fluctuations.

The few pedestrians on the road all opened the umbrellas they carried with them.

Lu Mian couldn't help but laugh, remembering the common description of the various islands of the Berserk Sea in the travel guide:

The climate changes drastically; remember to bring an umbrella or hat when going out.

Obviously, Lu Mian did not take this reminder seriously.

He was not in a hurry, just leaning against the wall between the two glass windows of the coffee shop, quietly watching the rain drip into lines, watching the late-returning people walking with deep and shallow steps toward different streets.

The sound of the rain covered all movement, and the white water mist obscured most of his vision, making Lu Mian feel as if he were in another world.

Looking at such a scene, Lu Mian recalled things from when he was wandering before:

Wanderers often cannot predict what the weather will be like, so it is difficult to go to churches and other places to take shelter in advance. Therefore, he would occasionally shrink into a corner by the street that could avoid the rain like this, fearfully, worriedly, uneasily, and gloomily watching the rain curtain, praying that no other wanderer would come to snatch the temporary shelter.

And now, his mood is completely different.

The heavy rain in the Berserk Sea comes quickly and subsides quickly. In less than a quarter of an hour, only the accumulated water that had not yet drained remained on the street.

Lu Mian chuckled, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, walked along the wet street toward the port, and boarded the "Berry."

Just as he pushed the door open and entered, Lu Mian saw Lugano using a dry, soft towel to wipe Ludwig's still-dripping hair. He himself also looked like he had fallen into the water.

"Didn't bring an umbrella?" Lu Mian asked with a smile.

Lugano answered awkwardly:

"I thought I was a 'Planter' and could predict weather changes in advance, so I took Ludwig to the street to buy a late-night snack without an umbrella. He said he didn't want to eat cake and biscuits tonight. Sigh, who knew? I did predict there would be a heavy rain, but the heavy rain fell in just a few dozen seconds. At that time, I even wanted to hold Ludwig and rush back to the ship before it rained......"

Seeing that this "Physician" did not look for objective reasons but only complained that his ability was not enough, Lu Mian kindly helped him supplement:

"This is the weather of the Berserk Sea; even 'Planters' can't predict it."

This is also one of the reasons why these islands in the Berserk Sea, although also under the rule of the Church of Mother Earth, do not always have bumper harvests like the mainland of the Feynapot Kingdom.

"Yes, yes, yes." Lugano breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Mian turned to look at Ludwig, whose hair was no longer dripping, and asked casually:

"Did you smell any scent?"

Is there any particularly tempting "food" hidden nearby?

Ludwig gnawed on a piece of corn cake and said:

"There is a scent of death."

A scent of death? Lu Mian frowned slightly:

"Did someone die near the night market?"

Ludwig shook his head:

"When it rains, there is a scent of death everywhere."

This... what does this represent? Lu Mian asked what he didn't understand, raising the doubt in his heart.

Ludwig answered honestly:

"I don't know, it's gone later."

It exists when it rains, but not after it rains... Is this inherent to the Berserk Sea, or is it an abnormality of the island itself triggered by the weather changes of the Berserk Sea? Lu Mian pondered for a moment, not in a hurry to write a letter to ask Madam Magician.

This is his digestion opportunity. He feels that he should try not to use the power of high-level beings unless it is a critical moment, so as to better digest it.

At night, Lu Mian, with things on his mind, fell asleep.

In his hazy dream, he saw many things that were both familiar and strange:

There was the pale "Samaritan Woman's Spring," the "Blood Emperor" shadow that was as huge as a mountain peak and dripping with yellowish "magma," and unknown things reaching out from the spring eye......

The scene suddenly changed, and Lu Mian wandered alone in the deep darkness underground.

He seemed to have become a Monsuri ghost.

(End of chapter)