Franka and Jenna's first reaction was to get out of the way. In this deep underground, in the dead silence with corpses everywhere, any living person they encountered was worthy of vigilance.
But under the current circumstances, they cannot avoid it, because they must hold a lit white candle to prevent them from being swallowed up by the darkness of the catacombs. In such an environment, the candlelight is so conspicuous and can be seen from a distance.
, unless you get into an ancient tomb and completely seal the tomb door, you can truly hide yourself.
Likewise, they dare not become "invisible" or hide in the shadows, not sure whether this counts as extinguishing the candle.
After looking at each other, Franka and Jenna chose to take a detour, trying to keep enough distance from the candlelight approaching from a distance.
In a depressing atmosphere that was so quiet that time seemed to have stopped, the two "witches" relied on the road signs and the black lines on the cave roof, and headed west on the spacious road surrounded by ancient tombs where the bones of the dead were not piled.
Move forward cautiously.
When they were almost parallel to the candlelight, Franka turned her head and looked through the tunnel between the two ancient tombs.
With her excellent dark vision, she saw the man holding the burning candle.
It was a man wearing a black robe, with dark hair and a lighter layer, soft side lines, pale skin, and dark brown eyes, which made him look different from the Intis people.
Ferneport people? They are more similar, but there are still some differences... Why do I feel familiar... When have I seen this person? The original owner of the body has seen it before, and it belongs to the memory fragment.
A deep impression was left on her? Franka suddenly had the urge to go over and talk to the other party.
She took a breath and endured it.
In a dead and dark environment like the catacombs, approaching strangers rashly may cause unnecessary conflicts.
Moreover, she had spent a lot of time investigating the original owner's cause of death and life experiences, and determined that there was nothing wrong with him, and she did not need to care about who he had met before.
The man in black robe also looked sideways at the two "witches" and saw that they had no intention of approaching, so he continued forward and disappeared behind an ancient tomb.
"It doesn't look like a college student." Jian Na looked back and eliminated one option.
If the person just now was not a college student who entered the fourth floor of the catacombs just out of curiosity and excitement, it means that he had his own, very clear purpose... He accepted the commission to find antiques, but his ancestors were buried here.
In which tomb on the first floor, come to worship? Or, an extraordinary person with a deep understanding of mysticism can study the special features of the underground tomb and the composition of the seal? Otherwise, like Jenna and I, come to chase those three night roots.
The inspiration given by Zhu? Franka's thoughts flashed and she thought of many possibilities.
On the fourth floor of the catacombs, there are two night pillars, namely the "Marian Night Pillar" and the "Lius Night Pillar".
The former was the Pope of the Church of the "Night Goddess" in the Fourth Age, and the latter was the favored one of the ancient God of Death. They both fell in the "War of the Four Emperors" and fell in Trier in the Fourth Age.
After telling Janna her analysis, Franka waved her right hand that was not holding the candle and said: "Don't worry about his purpose, as long as it doesn't affect our search for the shadow of Crismena."
I didn’t want to care about it. It was obvious that you had considered a bunch of possibilities yourself... I felt the impulse in your heart. You really wanted to investigate that person just now... Jenna relied on her understanding of Franka and her keenness.
She grasped her companion's thoughts, but she just laughed secretly and did not try to expose it.
Sometimes, Franka still cares about face!
After walking along the current road for nearly a quarter of an hour, they arrived at a natural cave called "Crazy Mushroom Cave".
The entrance here is blocked by densely packed, pale and black mushrooms.
"How come there are so many mushrooms growing?" Franka looked at them curiously.
Before Jian Na could speak, she added: "Okay, okay, I know, now is not the time to explore and take risks."
"Fuck, I didn't stop you, maybe Crimson's shadow is in the mushroom cave." Jenna, who had been very depressed since entering the fourth floor of the catacombs, and felt locked up, vented her words with swear words.
Inner discomfort.
Franka was about to respond when she suddenly saw a figure standing at the corner in front of her.
The figure was wearing a simple and plain white robe, with smooth black hair, exquisite facial features, and a holy temperament. She was as beautiful as if she had stepped out of human imagination.
She is a woman, and just standing there is in sharp contrast to the darkness, silence and filth around her.
Crismena! This name flashed through Franka's and Janna's minds at the same time.
They really encountered the shadow of a high-sequence "witch" suspected to be Crimsonne!
After calming down, Jian Na stared at the figure and tried to say in ancient Hermes: "Hello."
The corners of the mouth of the female figure that was so beautiful that it seemed unreal, but extremely attractive, turned up a little, revealing a faint smile.
This fully unleashed her charm.
Both Jenna and Franka were lost in that smile at this moment, with only one thought left in their minds: get closer to her, get closer to her...
They feel like moths. They know that the beauty is very dangerous, but they still can't help but want to get closer and get closer.
One step, two steps, three steps...the two "witches" looked fascinated, and walked towards the female figure in a simple white robe with astonishment on their faces.
After walking a certain distance, Jian Na sighed instinctively and felt pity: "She smiles so beautifully, why did she sigh before?
"What sad thing happened to her?
"sigh...…"
Jian Na suddenly woke up, feeling that this female figure in a white robe may not be the same as the Crimson who sighed and protected her and others, at least not completely!
Her vision became clear in an instant, and she saw that the beautiful figure's smooth black hair was all raised up, each hair became extremely thick, and the top split, like a snake opening its mouth.
The dark snake mouth was facing Janna and Franka, as if waiting for them to come within touching distance.
Jian Na was shocked and quickly grabbed Franka and shouted in a low voice: "There's a problem!"
Franka was stunned for a moment, struggled for a few seconds, and finally broke free from her addiction.
Seeing that they all stopped completely, the holy figure in white robe stared blankly for a few seconds, turned into a fork in the road, and disappeared into the darkness.
Huh... Franka let out a breath and then said, "Why don't you have a rule in the rules for visiting the catacombs that you can't communicate with people who don't hold candles?"
"It may be that even if normal humans enter the fourth floor, they will be affected by the environment here, unable to suppress their fear, and leave quickly without encountering these shadows." Jian Na looked for a reason.
Franka glanced at her and said a little frustrated: "You actually got rid of the charm of that female ghost earlier than me."
Jenna briefly recounted the thoughts that had just crossed her mind.
"But I also heard Crimson's sighs and words in Trier in the Fourth Age..." Franka raised her right hand and touched her face, "It's really easier for me.
Addicted to beauty?
Speaking of this, she suddenly became confused: "Actually, I have always thought it was strange for the 'Christmas Night Pillar' to appear in the catacombs.
"The other two night pillars, one belongs to the former Pope Marianne of the 'Church of the Night', and the other is named after Lius, the favored one of the ancient God of Death. The latter is the 'Death Archon', which fits well with the catacombs.
The former should be on the adjacent path of the 'God of Death', that is to say, they are closely related to death, destiny, and the dead. Crimsonna is the 'Disaster Witch', which is obviously different from them.
"I can understand that there is a giant pillar representing Crimson in Trier in the Fourth Age, because there is a special mirror world there, and there is the original demon goddess power left over from the 'War of Four Emperors', which can build underground tombs.
when, why should
‘Christina Night Pillar’ is included? There were angels who followed the ‘Blood Emperor’ who fell, so why did he have to do it?”
Jenna slowly shook her head and turned her gaze again to the place where the holy figure disappeared.
She tried to walk some distance there, and suddenly discovered that there was an ancient tomb behind where the white-robed woman originally stood.
Unlike other tomb chambers on the fourth floor, its tomb door is open.
After leaving Aquinas Street where the Solo Hotel is located, Lumian found a deserted alley and threw the "Lie" ear clip to Lugano.
"Find someone who can fake your identity. Don't use your current appearance." Lumian pointed to the cafe diagonally opposite, "I'll wait for you there."
"Yes, boss." Lugano was not embarrassed at all.
Although he has never actually been to this city, he has many acquaintances who have settled here.
Moreover, he speaks fluent Plateau dialect.
After watching the translator and guide complete his disguise, return the "lie", and turn into the bar street, Lumian took Ludwig into the cafe with a bouquet of flowers on each table.
At this time, the sun was shining a little brightly on the earth, making everyone walking around look lazy.
Lumian had no stage fright at all. Relying on the few Plateau language words he knew and the gestures of his hands, he successfully ordered two cups of Torel coffee with milk, a Santa egg yolk cake with cream on top rolled into a tower shape, and a
Roasted baby pork and duck braised in pear sauce.
Ludwig was very satisfied with this.
Lumian drank coffee and looked around. He found that the six or seven tables of customers in the cafe were all men and women on dates, mostly in their twenties, with only one middle-aged couple.
With Lumian's hearing, it was not difficult to catch the chatter at several tables nearby, but he couldn't understand most of it and could only extract a few words: "Ocean... pray... get on the boat...
....island...…."
Are you talking about the sea prayer ceremony next month? Lumian cast his gaze out the window.
Two young men with long swords on their backs quarreled for some reason on the street and drew their swords on the spot, as if they were going to have a duel.