Chapter 53 The source of familiarity (please vote for the last two days)
"Is it related to the 'Heavenly Master'?" Franka suddenly became energetic.
She immediately fell into doubt: "In the Fourth Epoch Ter, is there anything that you heard and saw that we didn't hear or see?"
Everyone is together, unless it was the time before they met, but Jian Na shouldn't not know!
Without waiting for Lumian to answer, Franka thought for a moment and said, "What are the side effects of using the 'Eye of Truth'?"
She remembered Lumian's abnormality at that time.
"Yes." Lumian nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down. From the scene where two stones collided, sparks were sparked, and dry leaves and dead branches were ignited. All the voices were roaring "Heavenly Master" .
The more Franka listened, the more attentive she became, and she did not like to exchange a few words in the middle as usual.
During this process, her eyes gradually became a little distant, as if recalling something and looking far away.
When Lumian finished speaking, she didn't move for a long time, as if the mechanical doll had pressed the pause button.
After more than ten seconds, Franka suddenly sat upright, pinched her nose, and forced a smile: "Sure enough, the 'Heavenly Master' is from our world."
"The fragments of civilization you received are very similar to part of the history of my country, but there are some differences...maybe that is the real history hidden under the surface?"
"The Celestial Master is also trying to interfere and enter this world, and has a strong influence on the two paths of the 'Peeper' and the 'Person of Knowledge', just like the Celestial Master has on the 'Soothsayer' and the 'Apprentice' Same as 'Stealer'?"
"The corruption of some monks in the Deep Valley Monastery and the abnormal state of the 'Hidden Sage' are all related to the 'Heavenly Master'?"
The more Franka spoke, the clearer her thoughts became, and her lake-colored eyes shone brightly.
"That's what I guessed too." Lumian agreed with Franka's statement.
Franka stood up and paced back and forth as if there was no one else around, as if thinking about how to follow this line and find out the truth about the time traveled by the members of the Curly Baboon Research Society.
After a few minutes, she said to herself:
"The two worlds are more closely connected than I expected, not just through the River Styx..."
"We should still be able to find many traces of world interaction..."
Speaking of this, Franka stopped pacing and looked at Lumian: "When we get stronger and accumulate enough gold, I want you to summon Chen Tu again, that armored shadow. He will The Heavenly Master should also have a certain understanding."
"Okay." Lumian agreed.
Franka became silent again, remembering something.
After a moment, she took out four brass-colored metal flakes and handed them to Lumian: "The 'Language Understanding' charm you want, the one with the most complex pattern can allow you to understand the languages of the Southern Continent, the others can only be used In the ancient Fusac language family, the opening spell is the ancient Hermetic word for 'knowledge'."
She and "Bear" completed the delivery of items through Ms. "Hela"'s messenger, and the efficiency of the other party was quite high.
After Lumian gave her the money advanced by Franka, he "teleported" away from Tel and returned to Santa Port.
When Jian Na heard that there was no movement outside, she carefully opened the bedroom door and stuck her head out: "Lumian is gone?"
"Yes." Franka replied not too emotionally.
Jian Na glanced at her, did not ask what happened just now, and directed the conversation to the pile of information related to the underground tomb.
late at night.
Franca returned to her room.
After looking at the small analytical machine and the attached typewriter and radio transceiver, she did not sit down and start chatting as usual, but climbed directly onto the bed.
She sat in the middle of the bed, leaning against the pillow, hugging her legs, curling up, looking at the red moon and stars outside the window without focus.
What Lumian said today made her fall into reminiscing about the past again, but the more obvious the emotional fluctuations became, the less she wanted to show her vulnerability in front of others, so she kept trying to endure it, pretending that she had recovered.
When there were no other people around, when the night became quiet, and when those stars that seemed to never change appeared in the sky, she took off her thick "armor" and immersed herself in that emotion that she couldn't extricate herself from.
After looking at it for an unknown amount of time, Franka lowered her head and buried her face between her knees.
That night, she dreamed of a lot. She dreamed of the broad shoulders that carried her forward when she was young. She dreamed of a touch of white hair on her temples that she saw in a trance. She dreamed of food that was not very delicious but always suited her best. Dishes, dreaming about the purest mood in youth, dreaming about the self that is known as the "energetic machine" and "big heart"..."
Those twenty years of life flooded her mind in fragments, causing her to open her eyes unconsciously, quietly feeling the coolness on her face, and not wanting to move at all.
Suddenly, she remembered something: on the fourth floor of the catacombs, she and Jenna had met a man who seemed a little familiar to her.
At that time, she thought that the original owner of the body had met the other person before. Now, she finally remembered why she felt familiar: that man was very similar to the person from the country she traveled through before!
Although he had modified his appearance to a certain extent, Franca did not immediately associate it with him, but now Franca is very sure that his facial features and outline are not the same as those she has seen in this world. Same, softer and not deep enough!
After the ground shook, Franka sat up and thought with fear and excitement: "In addition to those of us who have traveled through souls, are there also those who have traveled through physical bodies?"
"Or, if you master the method, you can freely travel between the two worlds?"
After breakfast, Lumian entered the bathroom of the master bedroom and took out a low-level "Language Understanding" charm from the "Traveler's Bag".
"Knowledge!" He whispered the corresponding word in ancient Hermetic.
The brass-like charm suddenly ignited with a bluish-green flame and quickly disappeared.
At the same time, Lumian felt that his mind became extremely clear, and he seemed to understand a lot of additional knowledge in an instant, and mastered the origin of the structure of many words and the connections between them.
Today he was going to the oldest fishing village and might meet the "Governor of the Sea". He felt that it was necessary for him to quietly master the Plateau language so as not to miss important clues!
The effect of this spell can last for seven days.
After leaving the bedroom, Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano in a taxi to No. 21 Santa Lana Street, where they met Paco's grandmother Marta.
She didn't look like she was in her sixties. She only had thin wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She looked like she was in her early fifties. Her eyes, nose, mouth and eyebrows did not look old, and she had a certain charm of her own.
At this time, the old lady with gray hair and light blue eyes was wearing a black widow-like dress and a dark old-fashioned soft hat. Her face was so pale that there was no blood at all. She was supported by two young maids and sat on the four-seat
A carriage with four wheels.
"Mr. Bei, please excuse me." Rubio Paco nodded to Lumian who was standing next to the carriage.
He will accompany his mother to Milo Village to meet the "Governor of the Sea".
Lumian led Ludwig to Georgia: "Please help me take care of him and wait for me to come back from Milo Village."
The one who helped translate this time was Rubio.
Georgia smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will prepare enough meals for him."
She has discovered that this little boy has the appetite of two or three adults, but as the godson of a great adventurer, it is understandable that he is special.
Lumian was not worried about whether Ludwig would be bullied at Paco's house. He pretended not to understand Plateau language and waited for Lugano to finish the translation before saying: "One meal every two hours."
After saying that, he sat on the right side of the coachman and did not enter the carriage. Seeing this, Lugano had no choice but to do the same as him and choose the left side of the coachman.
Before that, he carefully translated Lumian's last instructions.
Although he didn't know what would happen if Ludwig was extremely hungry, he always felt that it wouldn't be a good thing, so he emphasized it twice.
When the carriage moved slowly, Georgia suddenly grasped the key point of what the translator had just said: "A meal in two hours?"
"Two hours?"
The carriage of the Paco family drove on the street paved with gray and white stone slabs. Lumian leaned back against the carriage wall, retracted his right leg, and stepped on the edge of the coachman's seat.
Lugano glanced sideways at him, feeling a little uneasy.
He is also a bounty hunter with a lot of experience, and he knows that there must be something wrong with this seemingly ordinary and harmless mission that makes Rubio willing to help his employer hide in Milo Village.
Looking at the pedestrians with cold weapons on the street, Lugano's heart sometimes went up and down, always afraid that some figures would suddenly pop out of the crowd and launch indiscriminate attacks on him and others.
The sunshine in Puerto Santa was still strong in October, and the streets that had just rained heavily at night had not yet completely dried up. Lugano was anxiously looking forward to arriving at the village of Milo as soon as possible.
He subconsciously looked at his employer again, and found that Lumian had narrowed his eyes at some point, lowered his straw hat, and looked like he was taking a leisurely nap, without any trace of nervousness at all.
Huh... With a strong man like him, there should be no problem... Lugano comforted himself silently.
The carriage went all the way north, out of Santa Port, and arrived at a village backed by the rest of the Daliege Mountains and facing the blue ocean.
The fishing boats here are going out to sea one after another, and sometimes you can hear loud songs and the calls of seabirds.
The buildings in Miluo Village all have a sense of history. The exterior walls, which may be brown, yellow or off-white, are all made of stone bricks. The lower parts have turned black. The wooden components have been replaced, but they still have miscellaneous signs. Grass.
On the side near the mountain is a small church belonging to the "Earth Mother Goddess", and facing the fishing village pier is the residence of the "Governor of the Sea".
It is four stories high, with gray bricks on a white background, a spire, a tower, and windows of bluish stained glass. It looks like a church and a place of worship rather than a human residence.
Seeing that he finally arrived at his destination and nothing happened on the way, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out of the carriage, and saw two maids supporting old Madam Marta, walking step by step towards the building where the "Governor of the Sea" was located. O. Paco was with him.
At this moment, Lugano heard his employer's voice: "Look what's wrong with that old lady?"
Uh... Lugano glanced at Lumian, who was standing next to him at some point, wearing a golden straw hat, raised his hand and tapped his forehead, turning on his "spiritual vision".
He stared at the back of Mrs. Marta for a few seconds, then frowned and said after the other party completely entered the residence of the "Governor of the Sea": "The most obvious thing is excessive blood loss and thin vitality..."
Lugano paused and concluded hesitantly: "It's not like being sick, it's more like being injured."