Lumian saw that Ms. "Magician" did not confirm his speculation, nor did he analyze the deeper truth of the legend of the devil on Hunter Island. He understood that this probably involved something that he could not spy on at the moment, or that it was before the accumulated pollution was cleared away.
It's best not to understand.
"Finding time...means I can go there at any time without having to use the healer's time? Ms. Magician has foreseen that there will be no problem?" Lumian held the paper with the coordinates of the spiritual world written on it and activated his right shoulder.
black mark.
His figure disappeared on the "Berry" and shuttled between various chaotic overlapping color blocks. From time to time, he could feel unexplained gazes and see indescribable shapes.
After an unknown amount of time, Lumian finally arrived at the area corresponding to the coordinates of the spiritual world and walked out in one step.
The first thing that caught his eye was the towering dome, bright glass windows and murals depicting epics.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian saw a ball of sunlight deep in the hall.
He realized something in his heart and walked there.
As he walked, he saw the sunlight "spreading" over, leaving no shadow or darkness wherever it passed.
The next second, Lumian was enveloped in sunlight.
He suddenly had the feeling that his skin, flesh, bones and internal organs were pierced by pure sunlight, and his soul was directly exposed.
A little bit of illusory black energy was forced out of his soul and body by the sunlight. They bared their teeth and claws, highlighting Lumian's face, which was either ferocious, painful, pleading or threatening.
In just a few seconds, the black air was irresistibly melted by the sunlight.
At the same time, Lumian's heart began to throb, and the left side of his chest was burning.
The blazing and bright sunshine seemed to drive away and purify everything there.
In the severe pain of his heart, Lumian vaguely felt that the seal on his left chest was changing, hiding, and harmonizing himself with the sunshine.
Before such an attempt was successful, Sunshine stopped on its own initiative and did not continue.
They receded like a tide and shrank back into the depths of the hall.
Lumian returned to normal in an instant. Except for the remaining discomfort in his heart, he felt a lot more relaxed and his mind was broadened, just like after a long life of depression and darkness, he suddenly felt the morning breeze and saw the rising sun.
He immediately found a man standing deep in the hall, wearing a simple white robe, and he was very tall.
Lumian felt that the other party was very young, with an appearance of about twenty-two or thirty years old. He was over two meters tall, full of pressure, but had a very calm temperament, and his brown hair was neatly styled.
"The remaining pollution on your body has been cleaned away." The tall man said in ancient Fusac language.
Lumian asked speculatively:
"Are you Mr. Sun?"
"Yes." The tall young man was quite polite and did not show any arrogance or impatience.
He's so young, but you can't tell from his appearance... Lumian thanked him a few times and said he didn't have anything to ask or advice.
He pointed outside the hall:
"Can I go for a walk?"
He didn't know where this place was yet, but judging from the murals on the wall, it should be a very important church for the Church of the Fool.
From this, he speculated that the "Sun" in the Major Arcana card in front of him was a senior member of the Church of "The Fool", or even the person or one of those people standing at the top.
"Okay." The Major Arcana card "Sun" nodded.
Lumian pressed his hand on his chest and bowed with the etiquette of the Church of the Fool, then turned around and walked out of the hall.
After leaving the door, the world suddenly came alive, and various sounds and figures flooded into his senses at the same time.
At this moment, Lumian's first thought was:
Have I entered the land of giants by mistake?
He saw that the people walking on the street were all at least 1.89 meters tall, with the occasional three or four meters tall. Regardless of whether they were "half-giants" or "giants", all men were wearing white shirts and black windbreakers.
, wearing a half-high silk top hat and holding a cane that could be compared to a spear, exuding an indescribable sense of absurdity.
The ladies are also very tall, and only a few wear skirts. Most of them choose trousers that facilitate movement.
Lumian looked around again, his eyes sliding across the doors that were more than four meters tall.
He was silent for a moment, feeling like a newborn baby here.
This realization made him temporarily lose the mood to wander around here.
Of course, it's only temporary.
…………
Trier, the town of Chaillot, the entrance to a certain vineyard.
After Franka explained to the valet who opened the door that she was here to visit Ms. Clarisse, the other party moved out of the way, but did not give any guidance. She remained where she was, acting like you should know Ms. Clarisse.
Where is my past posture?
Franca didn't care, and followed the path in her memory to find the round pavilion between the vines.
As expected, the "Black Witch" Clarice, wearing a black palace dress, is sitting here.
"Good morning, Sir Clarice." Franka greeted her warmly and cordially, unabashedly admiring the other person's beautiful face and slightly sad temperament.
"The Black Witch" Clarisse nodded gently and said:
"Is there any progress in the investigation of the 'Man in the Mirror'?"
Franka did not answer in a hurry, looking into the charming dark gray eyes opposite and said:
"Browns isn't here?"
"She is not my maid, she has her own affairs." "The Black Witch" Clarice replied succinctly.
"She is not in the Red House Cafe or the hunting ground next to the forest." Franka sniffed the fragrance in the air and chose to chat with the "Black Witch".
"She has other things." Clarice obviously didn't want to talk more about this matter.
Franca had no choice but to tell the story of the Minister of Industry, Moran Avni, from beginning to end, only replacing the person who felt the tremor of the "mirror world fragments" while watching the play with herself.
Clarice did not interrupt her story, nor did she respond immediately. Her eyes were slightly lowered, as if she was deep in thought.
Franka did not urge the "Black Witch", her eyes kept moving back and forth between the other party's dark gray eyes that seemed to be hiding mist, her white and delicate skin, her thrilling lines and her extremely alluring red lips.
She knew this was not good, but she couldn't control herself. Her heart gradually became hot, her head felt a little hazy, and her mouth began to feel dry, and she had to lick it from time to time.
Damn it! Why am I in heat at this time... Although humans are animals that can go into heat anytime and anywhere, when discussing business matters and facing people in high positions, I have always been very serious. I can only appreciate... Could it be that "Black" "Witch" is actively exuding charm to seduce me, or is there another reason? Yes, the influence of residual pollution from the devil's things! Although this is very slight and has no manifestation in daily life, in front of a high-ranking witch who is known for her feminine charm , would make me even more unable to control my own desires, so I would gradually enter a state of estrus... Franka gritted her teeth and did not let herself become a slave to desires.
Clarisse raised her head and glanced at her:
"Has it been too long since you had fun?"
"Since my last lover died, there has been no more." Franka understood that "The Black Witch" refers to pleasure in a narrow sense, so she answered truthfully, and explained by the way, "Didn't I just say it? For To get close to the illegitimate daughter of Moran Avni, I used a magical item, and the side effect was that I encountered the devil and other evil creatures. Later, I did encounter it, and I was affected by it."
Clarice's voice turned cold:
"Patience is not a long-term solution. Let yourself be happy, otherwise, the 'devil' path will be your nemesis."
The temperament of this "Black Witch" suddenly became holy and dignified, and should not be blasphemed.
Franka also began to feel that she could not have obscene thoughts about such a beauty, her desire gradually settled, her head slowly regained consciousness, and she broke free from her estrous state.
Clarice brought the topic back on track:
"You want to deal with Moran Avni?"
"He should be a very important 'Mirror Man'. If we can catch him or communicate with his spirit, we should be able to grasp most of the 'Mirror Man' hidden in Trier. Madam, I would like to ask you Help." Franka said with a bit of a show-off attitude.
She didn't deliberately mention that Moran Avni had dark gray eyes like Clarisse, but just showed the color photo.
Clarisse nodded gently and said:
"You can plan your actions. I will help you at critical moments, but in most situations, you need to rely on yourself and the forces you control."
"No problem." Franka did not hide her happiness.
When she left the round pavilion surrounded by vines, "The Black Witch" Clarice's dark gray eyes turned cold and she slowly stood up.
…………
Inside the sunny bar.
Lumian held a beer glass bigger than his own head, touched it with the nearly three-meter-tall "giant" opposite, and drank tons of golden wine.
He wiped the corners of his mouth and laughed:
"It turns out that this is the New Silver City in the Holy Scriptures."
When he received the sermon, he learned that the New Silver City is the headquarters of the Church of the Fool, located in the Sea of Sunia, which was saved by Gehrman Sparrow from the cursed continent of the "Land Abandoned by God"
Built by surviving humans.
What he didn't expect was that the surviving humans were so tall, almost giants!
"Yes, all the soldiers here are always ready to fight for Mr. Fool's church!" The nearly three-meter-tall "giant" said with satisfaction, "You are very good. You both worship the 'Angel of Redemption' and believe in Mr. Fool."
, with these two points, we are brothers!”
He stretched out his right palm and slapped Lumian, almost knocking Lumian to the ground, just like a child encountering the paw of a brown bear.
Lumian managed to maintain a smile and said:
"Can you tell me specifically about the deeds of the 'Redemption Angel' in the 'Land Abandoned by God'?"