Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

According to Lumian's idea, after arriving at Santa Port, the first thing to investigate is what happened in last year's sea prayer ceremony and who was probably involved, so as to find out the traces left by the two core members of "April Fool's Day" , locking their real identities step by step.

This is also the part where you are most easily misled and trapped.

Without clarifying the details of last year's prank, Lumian does not need the help of the Little Arcana "Knight of Swords" for the time being. He can't be asked to help inquire about this matter, right?

This is news that is blocked in Santa Port. Unless the "Sword Knight" happens to be here, there is nothing that can be done to help.

——Lumian wanted to fully understand the overall situation of the sea prayer ceremony and the details of last year's accident before arriving at Santa Port, but there was no place to ask. It seemed to have become a secret unique to this place, and "April Fool's Day" was on the verge of Those who participated in the prank among the members just joined in the fun, did some side work, and could only provide a small amount of information from their own perspective.

Snap, with a flick of Lumian's wrist, Ms. "Magician"'s reply turned into a burning fireball.

He stood up, walked out of the master bedroom of the suite, and said to Lugano, who was waiting in the living room: "Let's get a local identity."

"www.youxs.org." Lugano thought for a moment and reminded Lumian.

Do we have to move out of here now?

Wouldn't that be a whole week's rent wasted?

www.youxs.org, Lugano suddenly felt a little distressed.

Spending money is not a problem, but you can’t waste it!

As a bounty hunter who has lived a hard life for many years, he is still very sensitive to money, otherwise he would not be able to shamelessly ask Lumian for a "job" in the first place.

"Is there any problem with this?" Lumian asked with a smile.

It was still relatively hot in Santa Port in October, so he simply wore a linen shirt and brown trousers, holding the golden straw hat in his hand.

Lugano didn't know for a moment whether he should say that he was mainly worried about money, but then he changed his mind and said:

"Boss, I just went to the street to buy some newspapers and found out that there are rumors in Faling Port that you hunted the 'devil wizard.'"

When he saw this news, Lugano rubbed his eyes several times, wondering if he had read it wrong.

When did my boss kill the "devil wizard"?

I do not know how?

Only when he remembered that the master bedroom looked like it had been hit by artillery fire did he become dubious.

"It's me." Lumian nodded slightly and responded to Lugano's words.

"..." Lugano temporarily lost the ability to organize language.

After a few seconds, he suppressed his curiosity and made a sudden realization: "You have earned a reward of 600,000 ferkin, as well as various trophies. No wonder you have been so generous these days..."

No wonder he doesn't care about the rent of twenty or thirty ferkin.

"Those have been donated." Lumian said simply.

"Why?" Lugano blurted.

Lumian glanced at him.

Lugano immediately closed his mouth and said with a smile: "We really need to move from here, 'www.youxs.org, it's easy to be targeted."

He accurately interpreted what Lumian wanted to express from his glance just now: Am I the boss, or are you the boss?

Do I need to account to you for donating the bounty?

"Who told you to move away?" Lumian asked with a smile.

"If you don't move away..." Lugano was stunned.

Lumian smiled meaningfully and said: "Otherwise, why do you think I didn't let the clergy of the Church of Fools who helped collect the bounty conceal my identity for me?"

www.youxs.org and see what that leads to.

Therefore, we need an ordinary local identity hidden in the dark to cooperate.

"I, www.youxs.org." Although Lugano didn't know the real purpose of his employer, he could feel that it was not as simple as it seemed.

Lumian laughed: "Young people of our generation, www.youxs.org"

This indeed satisfied his vanity, and was one of his purposes in not letting Bishop Tais of the Church of the Fool help cover up clues.

Only a superficial purpose that is real and convincing enough can cover up other intentions hidden underneath.

"Uh..." Lugano felt like he couldn't see his employer's true face and couldn't judge his ultimate purpose again.

He immediately sighed in his heart: Hey, I am just a "cultivator", a "physician", a bounty hunter with many years of experience, and my mind is only average...

Lumian looked at Ludwig, who was nibbling a potato omelette obediently beside him, and said, "Let's go."

After saying that, he pushed the coat rack to the blind spot and hung up the golden straw hat in his hand.

If you look from the building opposite, you will see a man wearing a straw hat standing in the corner.

After leaving the Solo Hotel, Lumian walked along the street paved with gray and white stone slabs towards the busiest bar street near the port area. Lugano held Ludwig's hand and followed closely behind.

The current streets are relatively old, filled with various houses with white walls and red tiles. At the entrance of some buildings, there are four or five chairs like those in Kordu Village, and a few old women are sitting there. They are basking in the sun. The sun and the sun chatted, but they didn't help each other catch lice.

When pedestrians pass by them, they will step softly and lower their conversation voices, so as not to disturb the peace and tranquility.

According to the knowledge gained from Lumian’s chat with Francesco, the bartender at the bar on the ground floor of the Asuka, this is a Feneport-like phenomenon that is influenced by the belief in the “Earth Goddess” and the emphasis on family traditions. : "Grandma Culture".

In every family, the grandmother who has the highest seniority and has given birth to many children is the most respected. She is the undisputed "parent" and controls the life of every member of the family to some extent. Even if they leave the house, They are also respected by outsiders, because such old grandmothers and mothers are equal to the symbol of a big family and the incarnation of the "Mother Goddess of the Earth" in that big family.

Religious beliefs and social traditions combined to guarantee such grandmothers a special status.

Seeing this scene, Lumian couldn't help but think about a question:

In Reston Province, a married woman who is the actual head of the family has the right to receive the title "Mrs." and the prefix "Na" on her name. Is this influenced by the "grandmother culture" of Feneport across the mountain? "Influence?

You must know that herders who are changing places and businessmen who are coming and going will inevitably bring back what they see and hear, and changing places and doing business are ancient behaviors that can be traced back to the Daliezh Mountains and the settlements on its north and south sides for thousands of years. The accumulated time spent calculating will definitely leave some indelible marks.

Walking in the ancient but peaceful streets under the bright sunshine, Lumian felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the village of Kordu, where adults either went to the fields or went up to the mountains to herd sheep or hunt. Leaving behind the busy season of old ladies and young children.

Trier, third level of the catacombs.

Jenna closed her eyes and sensed it for a while, but still didn't hear a sigh or other movement from the black "Christemona Night Pillar".

She confirmed the current status of the stand-in mirrors, carefully approached the pillar with no traces of weathering, and pressed her palm on it.

The black pillar holding up the roof of the cave was cold and looked like metal, but it still felt like rock.

Jenna's brain received nothing but this information.

"Still not." She shook her head at Franka again.

At the same time, she recalled the two previous times she heard Crismena's voice, looking for common ground.

Once when she was promoted, and once when they were affected by some power from that special mirror world in Trier in the Fourth Age.

The same thing is that they are both in crisis and have strong emotions.

"The danger when I became a witch was suppressed by the Sacrificial Square. It wasn't really that big. The point was the strong emotions?" Jenna whispered a few words, trying to recall the things that caused her pain and suffering, and put them into her mind. Emotions stirred up.

There was the death of my mother, the separation from my brother, and all the pain I saw, heard, and experienced.

Jian Na's mood fluctuated obviously, but she still didn't hear the illusory sigh, nor did she feel anything abnormal in "Christemonna Night Pillar".

Franka thought about it and said, "There must be a special event to trigger it?"

"Maybe." Jian Na bit her lower lip lightly and said, "How about we try to go to the fourth floor? Lumian said that there is a shadow that is suspected to be formed by the death of the witch path angel. That should be Ke Lismena."

Franka's heart moved and she said: "Yes, and the shadow is controlled by the seal and does not have the ability to attack humans. Well, the premise is that we strictly abide by the series of rules in the catacombs."

After a brief discussion, the two of them walked around to the "Christmas Night Pillar", changed the candles, and walked into the ancient mottled stone steps. There were piles of real dark gray reliefs of human heads on the rock walls on both sides. While watching, he walked down step by step.

"This is a great place to tell ghost stories. The atmosphere is really great." Franka couldn't help but speak to break the dead silence that was suffocating her.

Jian Na glanced sideways at her and teased: "Are you scared?"

"How is that possible?" Franka responded stiffly.

Jenna chuckled softly: "If you weren't scared, you would tell me ghost stories directly to scare me. Now you are just sighing, which means you mainly want to use your voice to embolden you."

You're really wasting your talent if you don't choose the "Audience" path... Do all theater actors have to learn to figure out people? Franka was just about to argue, but she had already walked up the last ancient stone staircase.

She and Jenna felt depressed at the same time.

The next second, a yellowish candle flame reflected in their eyes.

The candlelight did not belong to them. It came from far away on the fourth floor of the catacombs and was faintly revealed.

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