Chapter 668: New Information (Thanks to Old Kohler for the Silver Alliance reward)

Lu Mian rarely saw "Penitent" Bayonfer have such an abnormal move, and asked with a bit of anticipation and curiosity:

"What did you find?"

Bayonfer, who was wearing a black priest's robe, with his whole body charred and partially stuck with black fire, withdrew his gaze and answered in a low voice:

"The night covers the flowing sin."

After saying this, this "Penitent" walked into the void and disappeared in the room.

The night covers the flowing sin... Emphasizing the night because one can only enter that special dream late at night? What does flowing sin refer to? Can't you guys who are mysterious say something easy for others to understand? Lu Mian complained a few times, opened Franca's letter, and quickly read it.

To be honest, after such a long time, his desire to understand the past encounters of that human-shaped sealed artifact had faded quite a bit. After all, at that time, he mainly felt that the other party's state was very similar to his own, and his emotions were touched, so he made such a suggestion. And now, that kind of emotion had long settled down.

Of course, it was just settled, not disappeared. Lu Mian pulled over the letter paper, wrote down the whole process of the matter, and planned to send it to Miss "Magician" tomorrow noon.

As for whether this holder of a Major Arcana card would agree, or be willing to complete such an unequal transaction, Lu Mian did not have much confidence. He simply intuited that the Major Arcana of the Tarot Club would not be the type to occupy important items lost by the Orthodox Churches; skimming a little off the top was a more likely choice.

After leaving the Buriu Hotel, Lu Mian calmly looked at the dark corner of the street without lights, where the crimson moonlight could hardly shine. Camus, wearing an unbuttoned yellow vest, walked out, followed by Rhea, the local Patrol Force member carrying a hunting bow.

"Why are there two people today?" Lu Mian laughed and walked toward the location of "Siso's" house.

Camus took a breath, calmed down the sudden surge of emotion, and walked on the left side of Louis Berry, answering in a deep tone:

"There are not many days left until the 17th, accidents can happen at any time, we can't act alone anymore."

After consciously and directionally collecting various intelligence, the Patrol Force had already discovered some abnormalities, which made Camus feel that staying in Tizamo Town was not a wise behavior, and his spirit was always in a state of tension.

He increasingly had a feeling of oppression that he was already a middle-aged man who needed to bear many heavy responsibilities.

Lu Mian raised his right eyebrow:

"Yo, you discovered the node of the 17th so quickly."

"We are not fools." Camus finally couldn't help but retort, "This is an obvious problem. The attack on Tizamo Town last year was on December 17th, and in previous years..."

Speaking of this, he closed his mouth.

He found that when he was beside Louis Berry, he was always switching between the oppressive middle-aged state of being forced to be steady and the adolescent stage where his emotions were not very controllable.

Lu Mian asked with interest:

"What about previous years?"

Camus was silent for a few seconds and said:

"We got the funeral registration of Tizamo Town for the past thirty years from Saint Cien Church and found a strange phenomenon. 80% of the death records each year are concentrated in the three months after mid-December.

"This is not many places in the Northern Continent, where there is bitter cold winter, and elderly people and people with weak bodies have difficulty surviving. Even if there is, the period from late December to late March also belongs to summer.

"This phenomenon is very abnormal."

Lu Mian walked forward slowly and nodded slightly:

"Is the death rate in Tizamo Town higher than in other places?"

"It's higher, but this is mainly because of the attacks by the primitive tribe in the jungle. Also, we found that the attacks by that primitive tribe are also concentrated in the three months starting from mid-December, two or three times. And since the attack on December 17th last year, there hasn't been one. These situations are not quite right." Camus was worried that there would be a big one in the next few days.

"Heh, it's understandable that the attacks by the primitive tribe make the death records mainly concentrated in the first three months. Are there any other abnormal situations?" Lu Mian asked in a strolling posture.

Answering him was Rhea, who followed silently.

This brown-skinned woman with wild beauty had a slightly hoarse voice as she said:

"In the first half of this year, many women in the town and plantations successively appeared with pregnancy symptoms such as nausea, acid reflux, and abdominal distension. They all felt that they were infringed by ghosts and were likely to give birth to evil fetuses, but they were not actually pregnant. These were all their hallucinations. Father Kali held mass and simply performed purification for them, and they received psychological comfort and quickly recovered to normal."

"We also noticed that in many years before, Tizamo Town had similar things happen, concentrated in the first half of the year. Similarly, there were other phenomena of delusion of being possessed and attacked by evil spirits and ghosts, not just pregnancy." Camus added.

Lu Mian stopped his steps:

"Mass hysteria occurs every year, don't the townspeople and the people in the surrounding plantations feel strange?"

As a local Patrol Force member, Rhea simply explained:

"Everyone thinks it's caused by that primitive tribe in the jungle."

"Why?" Lu Mian continued his "stroll" at night.

Rhea's vocal cords seemed to have been damaged, and her voice was always a bit hoarse:

"In one attack after another, in one conflict after another, that primitive tribe showed the ability to drive corpses, ghosts, and shadows, and some of the warriors among them seemed to continue to protect their tribe in the state of spirits after death."

Death domain... Heh, on the surface, the logic of the whole thing is closed. No wonder the Tizamo people who went to other places didn't feel there was any problem and didn't talk about it... Lu Mian had seen records about that primitive tribe, but it wasn't as specific as what Rhea said.

After asking about what intelligence the Patrol Force had collected recently, Lu Mian stopped in front of "Siso's" house and turned his head to look at Rhea, who was carrying a hunting bow and arrows:

"You are a Southern Continent person, but not a local from Tizamo Town?"

Rhea nodded and said calmly:

"I am from the jungle, from a primitive tribe called 'Paka', and we mainly live in that area close to the Pas Valley."

The rainforest in the Southern Continent is very vast, covering a large area of many native states, from that area close to the Pas Valley to this area near Matani State, the distance might be further than from Cordu Village to Trier.

—"Paka" means "wind" in Dutan language.

"How did you come to Matani State?" Lu Mian asked with a bit of curiosity.

Rhea laughed in a low voice:

"Sold over."

She paused and said:

"Ten years ago, my tribe was attacked by the army of the Loen Kingdom, I was caught, sold many times, and arrived in the Northern State. Later, I found an opportunity to escape, escaped to Port Pylos, received help from the church, had a job, and later, luck was good, and I became a Beyonder."

This local Patrol Force member calmly spoke of the past, neither rendering the pain and torture that might have been endured in these experiences, nor deliberately avoiding talking about it.

No wonder she would devoutly believe in the "Eternal Blazing Sun"... Lu Mian climbed the stairs outside the house leading to the second floor and also said in a calm tone:

"You use a bow and arrow instead of firearms, is it a habit retained from the beginning?"

"Right, tribes named after wind are all good at archery." On Rhea's light brown face, her expression quickly became soft.

Lu Mian looked back at her:

"Have you gone back to see?"

Rhea was silent for several seconds and said:

"They are all dead..."

Lu Mian and Camus were silent at the same time, withdrew their gazes, finished the last few steps, and entered the second floor of the house.

Looking at the spacious but crude environment, listening to the howling of beasts coming from the primitive jungle, Lu Mian sat down cross-legged.

He originally wanted to tell Rhea "It's impossible for all the people in your tribe to die. A portion of them must have been caught and sold, just like you were at the beginning. They might still be alive, in some plantation, in some mine, in some dance halls and bars," but finally endured it.

He could see that Rhea had already accepted her current life and had the ability to make herself live better. Encouraging her to run all over the Northern and Southern Continents, taking heavy risks to find the remaining clansmen, was obviously not an appropriate behavior.

Such a thing would feel very troublesome just thinking about it. Not only are the clues few, the distribution is wide, and there might be relatively high danger. Even if she exhausted her whole life, she might not be able to complete it. Not everyone with similar experiences would sacrifice their normal life to find people and take revenge.

Rhea should also be able to think that there are still clansmen alive, but perhaps the ones most important to her have already died, and she chose to stay in Port Pylos.

Everyone has everyone's choice, and one cannot use my own obsession to require others... Lu Mian adjusted his state and looked at Camus and Rhea, who were still standing, with a smile:

"Do you want to see the place where the 'Dream Festival' might be held?"

"Where is it?" Rhea blurted out.

Camus frowned:

"Here?"

He quickly had a guess:

"You come here to sleep for a while every night to go to the place where the 'Dream Festival' is held?

"That's in a special dream?"

The brain is indeed not bad... Lu Mian praised secretly, but his smile remained unchanged on the surface as he responded:

"Do you want to experience it?"

Camus and Rhea looked at each other and said:

"I'll experience it, Rhea will guard the surroundings."

"I can set some traps." Lu Mian stood up and spent a few minutes setting up several warning traps nearby.

Then, he lit a mosquito-repellent candle and placed it in the middle of the wide second floor.

Amidst the crackling sound, the mosquitoes that hadn't had time to fly away fell to the ground one by one with fire and smoke.

"Sleep here." Lu Mian sat down cross-legged again and said to Camus and Rhea.

He had already confirmed that late at night, sleeping anywhere in "Siso's" house could enter that special dream, while sleeping outside or two hours early didn't have such an effect.

Camus and Rhea sat down half-believing and half-doubting, each finding a position, leaning against different wooden pillars, and trying to enter deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, Camus suddenly woke up.

What came into his eyes was the dark night outside the window and the crimson moonlight, the mosquito-repellent candle that was still burning, and Louis Berry, who was standing behind the candlelight, looking at him with a smile.

That great adventurer was wearing a golden straw hat and said in a playful tone:

"Welcome to the 'Dream Festival'."

ps: Thanks to Old Kohler for the Silver Alliance reward, this, has a strange feeling that can't be said..

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 669 =====