Chapter 667: Clues

"If the 'Dream Festival' is really the same as I guessed and has a fixed date, then it should be one day or several days in the next few days...

"I have to come to 'Siso's' house to sleep every night during this period, so as not to miss the holding of the 'Dream Festival', and I have to figure out the basic rules of that special dream I just saw as much as possible before the 'Dream Festival', for example, how to leave the dream normally without entering the primitive jungle..."

Lu Mian closed the gold-cased pocket watch and put it into the shirt chest pocket covered by his vest.

He didn't continue to sleep here and chose to go down the stairs and enter the streets of Tizamo Town. This is firstly because it's twenty minutes until Ludwig's second midnight snack time. According to the agreement, if Lu Mian didn't return in time, he would come over and forcibly wake him up. Secondly, he had to report the current harvest to Miss "Magician."

Lu Mian had just walked out of "Siso's" house when a voice came from behind him:

"What exactly are you investigating?"

In the dark corner that the crimson moonlight couldn't shine on, Camus Castilla, wearing a white shirt and an unbuttoned yellow vest, walked out. His fluffy hair had collapsed quite a bit because of staying up late.

This young Port Pylos Patrol Force combat squad leader didn't know when he had been waiting here.

Lu Mian wasn't surprised at all, as if he had sensed it long ago. He answered the question with something else:

"Many scenes will present different states during the day and at night."

"Indeed." Camus had handled many occult events that met this description. The simplest and most common situation is that some haunted houses are perfectly normal when illuminated by sunlight.

Lu Mian walked toward the Buriu Hotel and teased Camus with a smile:

"Have you been awake the whole time, squatting in the shadows outside the hotel to observe my movements?

"It's really hard work, be careful of sudden death."

If it weren't for knowing that Louis Berry had a very close relationship with the "Fool" Church and didn't mind him following, Camus would have felt that his banter now was a warning to himself.

Do you think I want to be like this? Camus laughed at himself:

"I'm responsible for tonight, tomorrow it will be Maslow or Rhea."

Lu Mian didn't chat anymore, walking back to the Buriu Hotel step by step as if thinking about something.

Camus wanted to ask further but didn't dare to speak.

He then saw the great adventurer stop at the entrance of the hotel, back to himself, and say in a flat tone:

"Before Tevanaco died, he mentioned a term, 'Dream Festival'.

"I just found some traces in his house, confirming that there is a special dream in Tizamo Town.

"You and your colleagues collect folk legends related to the dream in this area for me as soon as possible."

"Uh..." Camus was first bewildered, then his spirit cleared, as if he had been splashed with a bucket of ice water on a hot summer day.

Sure enough, there was a follow-up to Tevanaco's matter, and sure enough, there was a big problem hidden here! Camus wasn't too surprised, but his heart hung up.

He subconsciously answered:

"Okay."

Only after agreeing did Camus discover that he had unknowingly obeyed Louis Berry's instructions, as if the other party was the captain of the Patrol Force.

Watching Lu Mian enter the Buriu Hotel, Camus simply analyzed why he had such a reaction.

He felt that the reason for this situation was both the deterrence brought by strength and the reputation and reliability accumulated from previous deeds.

"Have to send a telegram back to Port Pylos to request support...

"Also, get familiar with Tizamo Town as soon as possible, striving to move the 'jurisdiction' here within a few days..."

After thinking about several things to do next, Camus sighed again:

Since meeting Louis Berry, the outbreak of problems has not stopped!

My original purpose for coming to Tizamo Town was just to monitor his behavior and prevent accidents. How did I end up investigating the "Dream Festival" again?

…………

Buriu Hotel, suite on the second floor.

Lu Mian greeted Ludwig, who was wearing a child's sleeping cap and had just walked to the dining table, and returned to the master bedroom.

He hadn't had time to think about how to write a letter to Miss "Magician" when he saw paper folded into squares on the desk.

Replying after midnight, this is indeed Miss "Magician's" style... Lu Mian laughed in his heart, picked up the letter paper, and created a blazing white fireball above his head.

—Tizamo Town didn't have gas yet.

Under the light of the blazing white fireball, Lu Mian unfolded the letter paper and read:

"I have completed the astrology and obtained some revelations about the other parts of the 'Abscessed Hand' body:

"The rest of its body is divided into three parts. One is highly suspected to be in the Netherworld, and the other two hints are closely related to the capital of Loen, Empress, but they are not there, which reminds me of the 'City of Exile' Morora that seals '0-01'. It also has similar characteristics, being in Loen but not in Loen.

"My interpretation of this is that those two parts of the 'Abscessed Hand' body are in the 'City of Exile' Morora.

"Do you think this is too coincidental?

"No, not coincidental at all. My astrology results show that about three months ago, those two parts of the body were one in a tomb group in the Pas Kingdom of the Southern Continent, and one was related to a folk legend in the central-southern region.

"Understand what I mean?"

This... about three months ago... As a "Conspirator," Lu Mian instantly understood what Miss "Magician" was talking about:

"I accepted the information on '0-01', the most terrifying sealed artifact, and pretended to be Ludwig's godfather, which was equivalent to accepting the olive branch extended by the Knowledge Church, promising to pay a certain price for this...

"Then, the Knowledge Church sent high-ranking members to collect two parts of the remaining body of the 'Abscessed Hand' and hid them in the 'City of Exile' Morora.

"What is this called? This is called having to go if you want to, and having to go if you don't want to, unless you give up the hope of advancing to Sequence 4 and becoming a demigod.

"Heh, my agreement with the 'Abscessed Hand' is that before finding all its body parts, I will never be able to obtain divinity, which blocks the idea of becoming a demigod through gifts without consuming potions..."

Fortunately, Lu Mian didn't resist going to the "City of Exile" Morora once before becoming a demigod. At this moment, he didn't feel stuffy or annoyed, but instead thought this saved him a lot of trouble.

He thought for a moment and continued to read the content behind the letter:

"My astrology results also tell me that once the body of the 'Abscessed Hand' is gathered, some dangerous things will happen. You'd better complete this step in the 'City of Exile' and use the existence of '0-01' to hedge this risk.

"That is to say, you need to find the part of the body in the Netherworld first.

"Hmm, within the last three months, you should have an opportunity to enter the Netherworld. Remember to grasp it. Don't ask me what opportunity it is, I don't know either."

Have an opportunity to enter the Netherworld within the last three months... Lu Mian repeated this important information.

While happy, he felt that this sentence was strange, because "entering the Netherworld" and "going to hell" represent the same meaning in two different phrases—in this world, except for a few people, no one would take the sentence "You have an opportunity to go to hell within three months" calmly, knowing that many people would put "Wish you go to hell early" when scolding each other.

Having no time to think about what opportunity could allow him to enter the Netherworld, Lu Mian burned Miss "Magician's" reply, wrote down tonight's harvest and his guess about the "Dream Festival," and planned to send it to his Major Arcana card holder tomorrow noon.

—Although he always felt that Miss "Magician's" "schedule" was similar to Franca's, he was still not sure if this time point was convenient for sending letters.

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Northern Continent, Trier.

The winter sunlight passed through the glass window, sprinkling in the living room, driving away some of the cold and bringing a certain warmth.

Franca lay comfortably on the rocking chair, her eyes half-open and half-closed, enjoying such beauty.

Suddenly, she had a premonition, retracted her legs, and sat up.

She then saw a human skull that seemed to be made of pure silver, carrying a soft light, outlined from the darkness in the corner, with pale flames burning in the eye sockets.

"Miss 'Hela's' messenger... what does she want with me?" Franca looked suspiciously at the pure silver skull loosening its teeth, letting the letter with only one page of paper float toward her.

She took the paper and quickly browsed through it:

"'007' says he hasn't been able to contact you for four days, let me confirm your situation."

Four days... I haven't been on the telegram group for four days... Franca couldn't help but laugh dryly twice.

What is this called?

This is called sleeping early and getting up late, the body is good, from now on the king does not go to court early!

By the early morning hours, Franca sat in front of the analysis machine connected to the wireless telegraph receiver, while Jenna finally had the opportunity to go outside to find an opportunity to play the "Witch" in the dark night.

Pop, pop, pop, Franca sent the first telegram in several days:

"Shurima, your emperor has returned!"

Not long after, "007's" telegram was knocked out by the mechanical typewriter driven by the analysis machine:

"'Sleeve Sword', where have you been these past few days?"

Cough, cough, Franca cleared her throat and made a reply:

"Staying up late is so unhealthy. Is there no one in this world you care about?"

"Don't talk about such sad topics..."

"'Sleeve Sword', have you practiced the assassination mystery of heart-slashing soul?"

"..."

Other telegram group members expressed their protests one after another.

After a while, "007's" telegram came in:

"Regarding that matter before, I have already collected enough information. Let's set a time to meet.

"Also, the proposal of exchanging stories for items can be pushed forward. The people above have agreed."

Franca was stunned for a moment, and her hand was faster than her mouth as she replied:

"How long has it been since you made a decision? I've forgotten about this..."

After all, it was Lu Mian who wanted to understand the story of that human-shaped sealed artifact, not her.

"007" sent a telegram in a helpless tone:

"No way, for old, large-scale organizations, the internal process is just this slow."

"Yes, yes, yes, as long as it's old, whether it's official or secret, it's all the same. The process is troublesome!" Another telegram group member, "Moon King," expressed agreement.

After agreeing with "007" to meet tomorrow night, hand over Moran Avigny's information, and discuss the preliminary assassination plan, Franca stood up and moved her waist.

She wrote the two things mentioned by "007" into the letter, then set up a ritual and summoned Lu Mian's messenger, "Penitent" Bayonfer.

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Southern Continent, Tizamo Town.

Lu Mian, who was preparing to go to "Siso's" house to sleep, saw his messenger walk out of the darkness and hand over a letter.

After Lu Mian took the letter, he found that "Penitent" Bayonfer didn't leave directly as usual and return to the Spirit World, but slowly looked around.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 668 =====