Chapter 167 'Reconnaissance Tool' (Thanks to FreyJun 166 friends for tipping the Silver Alliance)
Chapter 664 “Reconnaissance Tool” (Thanks to friend FreyJun1552 for tipping the Silver Alliance)
Taking advantage of the lunch break, Lumian walked around to the tawny house of "Hisso" Tewanaku, using the excuse of going to the bathroom.
After walking along the wooden stairs to the empty wall-less ground floor, he took out a new half piece of wire and pried open the door.
This floor is completely open except for the pillars. At first glance, it looks very spacious but also quite simple.
Stepping on the wooden floor, Lumian circled around and found only traces of long-term uninhabited areas, but nothing worthy of further investigation.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him:
"What's the problem here?"
This voice came from Camus Castile. After he saw Lumian entering the rebuilt house in Tehuanaco from the dining room window, he also found an excuse to leave the table and ran here.
Lumian looked around and said without any surprise or surprise:
"No."
As he spoke, he climbed up the stairs and headed to the third floor.
Camus sighed silently and followed.
He felt that when he was staying with Louis Berry, his mentality was much older, like a person of the same age as vice-captain Reasa.
"Mother Earth Goddess", I am not yet twenty-four years old!
Although I arrived in Matanibon in my early eighteen years, joined the patrol team, dealt with many extraordinary incidents, participated in many dangerous battles, and accumulated rich experience, I was still just a young man and was lazy in my daily life.
Young people who don’t pay attention to appearance!
With a heavy vigilance, Camus followed Lumian through each room on the third floor twice and looked through all the items.
"There is nothing incongruous." After putting down a pen holder in his hand, Camus expressed his judgment to Lumian.
Lumian didn't gain much either.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Wait a minute before you bring Kolobo here and ask him if there is any area here that makes him feel uneasy, dangerous, or uncomfortable."
We have only cooperated once, and we have begun to use Kolobo's special skills skillfully... Bring Kolobo here... Why does it feel like a police officer from the police headquarters asked a certain police officer to bring the police dog here...
Camus cursed a few words, nodded and said:
"OK."
While Lumian looked around again, he was thinking, "Bring Ludwig over later and ask if there is any scent of special ingredients."
He and Camus returned to the restaurant, drank the "Gwadar" drink, and continued to enjoy the rich and complex roast beef, roasted chicken wings, roasted snake meat, roasted spiders, roasted blood-sucking insects...
After eating and drinking, Lumian took Ludwig's hand and took him to "Sisso" Tewanaku's house. Camus, Lugano and Ludwig, who were wearing sunglasses and walking sideways like crabs,
Kolobo followed.
After walking through every corner here again, Lumian looked at Ludwig and asked with a smile:
"Is there anything delicious?"
"No." Ludwig shook his head.
Lumian then took the little boy down to the second floor, looked at Kolobo who suddenly turned his back to him, and Camus next to him and said:
"Do you have any special feelings?"
The thin Kolobo hesitated and said:
"This house is a bit cold, which makes me uncomfortable."
"Which location is it specifically?" Lumian asked with a calm expression.
Kolobo answered succinctly:
"all."
Is there something wrong with the whole house, or even this land? "Hisoka" definitely didn't rebuild his previous home for nostalgia and memory. He is neither the original owner of the body, nor should he have much affection for this place, and he is also a real "
"Cold-blooded"... Lumian thought for more than ten seconds and said to Lugano, Camus and others:
"You guys are here to prepare for the unexpected."
He himself returned to the third floor of the house and lay down on the wooden bed that showed traces of human sleep.
With a crackle, big black mosquitoes flew over, but one after another was ignited in the flickering sparks, turned into charred corpses, and fell to the bedside.
Lumian quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, he slowly woke up.
Bang! Lumian took out the gold case pocket watch from Breeze Ballroom, opened it, took a look, and whispered to himself:
"I slept for two quarters of an hour and had no special dreams..."
He always felt that the "Dream Festival" should be related to dreams, so he deliberately slept in "Hisoka's" house, but nothing happened.
Looking at the midday sun shining through the window, Lumian stood up thoughtfully:
Could it be that the timing is wrong?
Do you have to sleep in a specific place at a specific time to participate in the "Dream Festival"?
Therefore, most people in Tizamo Town are unaware of the existence of the Dream Festival...
When Lumian returned to the spacious but simple second floor, he found that Camus and the others were surrounded by three more people.
One is a man in his thirties with some oil paint on his face. His skin is light brown, his lips are thick, his face is relatively fresh, his black hair falls to his shoulders, and he has a strong pungent smell coming from his body. The other is
The young woman wears dark leather armor, her brown hair is divided into two strands and tied down, her skin is light brown, her facial features have a wild beauty, and she carries a hunting bow and a leather bag containing arrows on her back.
There is also a man who is dressed similarly to Camus. He wears a shirt and thin trousers. He is tall, over 1.9 meters tall. He looks more like the Fusac Empire. He has short light blond hair and light blue eyes. His face is quite sunburned.
Traces of rain.
"They are colleagues of Kolobo and I, members of the Tizamo town patrol team." Camus began to introduce.
He pointed at the man with white paint patterns on his face and said:
"Local patrol captain Maslow.
"His teammates..."
Camus turned sideways and looked at the wild woman carrying a hunting bow and arrows and the Fusac humane and said:
"Riya.
"Loban, he used to be an adventurer."
He spoke in Intis throughout the process.
Finally, Camus said to the three local patrol team members:
"This is the great adventurer Louis Berry.
"The other two are his assistants and godson."
"The great adventurer..." Maslow repeated the term and turned his attention to Loban.
Luoban from Fusac shook his head and said that he had never heard of it.
Maslow looked away and asked Lumian:
"Are you here to hunt?"
The town of Tizamo has been a favorite hunting place for the gentlemen of Palos Port for decades. There are many people in the town who have mastered the Intis language, and the patrol team members transferred from outside are even more knowledgeable in the language.
Otherwise, how to deal with the requests of gentlemen?
Lumian smiled and replied:
"That's right."
Hunting "Hisoka's" legacy and hidden problems is also a hunt.
Camus saw the doubtful expressions on Meslot and the others, and quickly explained:
"Remember the telegram that came last night?"
"You mean..." Ruiya, who was carrying a hunting bow and arrows, couldn't help but glance at Lumian again.
Obviously, she and Meslow had just arrived and had not yet had time to communicate with Camus and Kolobo in detail, and the information that the telegram could carry was limited.
Camus nodded solemnly:
"Mr. Louis Berry is here to find out what problems are hidden behind Tewanaku."
He immediately took three members of the local inspection team upstairs on the pretext of checking the house again.
Lugano glanced at the stairs and asked Kolobo, who had his back turned to him and others:
"Is there a local patrol team in Tizamo Town?"
According to his experience, there should be no official Beyonder teams stationed in the towns and villages around small towns like Palos Port in the Northern Continent. Basically, if there are any problems, people will be sent there to deal with them.
Kolob turned his back to Lumian and Ludwig and answered tremblingly:
"Most other towns don't have it. This place is special. We often encounter attacks from primitive tribes. Not only does our patrol team have a small team here to stay permanently, but the general's guard also has extraordinary people in the military camp outside the town."
Lugano glanced at this strange official Extraordinary who worked part-time as a coachman, and asked curiously:
"Why do you always turn your back to us and wear black sunglasses?"
There is something wrong with your eyes and you don’t want others to find out?
Kolob was silent for a moment, not knowing whether to answer this question.
At this moment, Camus led Meslow and others back to the second floor of the house.
When they looked at Lumian again, the eyes and expressions of Maisluo, Ruiya, and Loban were much more solemn.
Lumian smiled and asked relaxedly:
"Has anything unusual happened to this house?"
"No." Maislow had already recalled the relevant details.
Lumian nodded lightly and said:
"You were transferred to Tizamo Town after the attack last year?"
He remembered that the incident file mentioned that the three Extraordinaries stationed locally died in the attack by the primitive tribe.
"Yes." Former adventurer Loban from Fusac replied with a rough voice, "It's been almost a year. It's been peaceful here and there haven't been any more attacks."
According to records, in the past few years, the tribe in the primitive jungle has been attacked two to three times a year... General Queraril's response by sending additional guards and troops made the primitive tribe dare not take risks and really retreat.
Deep in the jungle? Or, the "April Fool's Day" prank caused something to change? Lumian noticed something abnormal.
After communicating for a while, Lumian was ready to take Ludwig and Lugano to the hotel to check in.
Maslow took a few steps forward and took out two things from the leather pouch hanging from his waist.
One is a brown candle, and the other is a small glass bottle filled with light yellow liquid.
"Mosquito repellent candles and tranquilizing essential oil, I hope you can have a good sleep." Maislow said in Intis with an exotic accent.
Camus helpfully added:
"What he means is that this place is close to the primitive jungle, and mosquitoes and poisonous insects are flying everywhere. Although you are extraordinary people, if you are accidentally bitten, it will be very uncomfortable. Moreover, you will not be able to sleep peacefully.
Will be bitten to wake up.
"Mosquito repellent candles are made from plants that mosquitoes don't like, and tranquilizing essential oils come from certain animals, which can make those damn, buzzing guys want to stop looking for you."
At this point, Camus, Maslow, Ruiya and others suddenly discovered that there was not a single mosquito on the entire second floor.
Lumian glanced sideways at Ludwig and took the candle and essential oil with a smile.
Then, he pinched his nose gently and determined that the pungent smell on Meslow and others came from the tranquility essential oil.
When Lumian, Ludwig and Lugano left Tehuanaco's house, Maslow looked at Kolobo who had always turned his back to everyone in confusion, and asked in Tutanese:
"What’s wrong with you?"
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