"If the 'Dream Festival' really has a fixed date as I guessed, it should be one or more days in the next few days...
"During this period, I came to the house of 'Hisoka' every night to sleep, so as not to miss the 'Dream Festival', and I also had to find out as much as possible about the basic rules of the special dream before the 'Dream Festival'
,For example, how to escape from dreams normally without entering the primitive jungle..."
Lumian closed the gold case pocket watch and put it into the breast pocket of his shirt that was covered by his vest.
He did not continue to sleep here, but chose to go down the stairs and enter the streets of Tizamo Town. This was because in twenty minutes it would be time for Ludwig to have his second supper. As agreed, Lumi
If Ann doesn't return in time, he will come over and wake her up. Secondly, he will have to report the current harvest to Ms. "Magician".
Lumian had just walked out of "Hisoka's" house when a voice suddenly came from behind:
"What exactly are you investigating?"
In a dark corner where the crimson moonlight could not reach, Camus Castile walked out wearing a white shirt and an unbuttoned yellow vest. His fluffy hair had fallen a lot due to staying up late.
This young leader of the combat team of the Palos Port Patrol has been waiting here for some time.
Lumian was not surprised at all, as if he had already noticed it, he answered the question nonchalantly:
"Many scenes will appear in different states during the day and night."
"Indeed." Camus has dealt with many occult events that fit this description. The simplest and most common situation is that some haunted houses are normal when the sun shines.
As Lumian walked towards the Briou Hotel, he laughed and teased Camus:
"Have you been awake all this time, squatting in the shadows outside the hotel to observe my movements?
"It's really hard work, be careful of sudden death."
If he hadn't known that Louis Berry had a very close relationship with the Church of the Fool and didn't mind following him, Camus would have felt that his current joke was a warning to himself.
Do you think I want this? Camus laughed at himself and said:
"I'll be in charge tonight, and tomorrow it'll be Maslow or Riya."
Lumian stopped chatting and walked back to the Briou Hotel step by step as if thinking about something.
Camus wanted to ask but did not dare to speak.
He immediately saw the great adventurer stop at the door of the hotel, turned his back to him, and said in a calm tone:
"Twanaku mentioned a term before his death, 'Dream Festival'.
"I just found some traces in his house, confirming the existence of a special dream in the town of Tizamo.
"You and your colleagues should collect the folklore related to dreams in this area and give it to me as soon as possible."
"Uh..." Camus was confused at first, and then his energy cleared up, as if he had been poured a bucket of ice water on a hot summer day.
Sure enough, there is still a follow-up to the Tewanaku incident, and sure enough there are big problems hidden here! Camus was not too surprised, but his heart was hanging on.
He subconsciously replied:
"good."
After agreeing, Camus discovered that he had unknowingly followed Louis Berry's instructions as if he were the captain of the patrol.
After watching Lumian enter the Briou Hotel, Camus briefly analyzed why he had such a reaction.
He felt that the reason for this situation was not only the deterrence brought by strength, but also the credibility and reliability accumulated from previous deeds.
"I have to send a telegram back to Palos Port to request support...
"In addition, get familiar with Tizamo Town as soon as possible and try to move the 'jurisdiction' here within a few days..."
After thinking about the next few things to do, Camus lamented again:
After meeting Louis Berry, the problems never stopped!
My original purpose of coming to Tizamo Town was just to monitor his behavior and prevent accidents. Why do I need to investigate the "Dream Festival" again?
…………
In a suite on the second floor of the Hotel Brio.
Lumian said hello to Ludwig, who was wearing a child's nightcap and had just gotten up and walked to the dining table, then returned to the master bedroom.
Before he had time to think about how to write a letter to Ms. "Magician", he saw paper folded into squares on the desk.
Replying to the letter after midnight, this is indeed the style of Ms. "Magician"... Lumian laughed in his heart, picked up the letter, and created a blazing white fireball above his head.
——The town of Tizamo has no gas connection yet.
Under the light of the blazing white fireball, Lumian unfolded the letter and read:
“I’ve done my horoscope and got some inspiration for the ‘abscessed hand’ rest of the body:
"Its remaining body is divided into three parts. One is highly suspected to be in the underworld, and the other two are closely related to Azshara, the capital of Lemberg, but are not there. This reminds me of the 'Exile' that sealed '0-01'
The city of Morola, which has similar characteristics, is in Lemberg but not in Lemberg.
“My interpretation of this is that the two parts of the ‘abscessed hand’ are in the ‘City of Exile’ Morola.
"Do you think this is too coincidental?
"No, it's not a coincidence at all. My astrological results show that almost three months ago, one of the two body parts was in the tombs of the Pas Kingdom in the southern continent, and the other was related to a certain folklore in the central and southern regions.
"Do you understand what I mean?"
This... almost three months ago... As a "conspirator", Lumian instantly understood what Ms. "Magician" was talking about:
"After I accepted the information about the most terrifying sealed artifact '0-01' and pretended to be Ludwig's godfather, it was equivalent to accepting the olive branch extended by the Church of Knowledge and promising to pay a certain price for it...
…
"Then, the Church of Knowledge sent high-ranking people to collect two of the remaining body parts of the 'Abscessed Hand' and hid them in the 'City of Exile' Morola.
"What is this called? You have to go even if you don't go, unless you give up the hope of being promoted to Sequence 4 and becoming a demigod.
"Haha, the agreement between me and the 'Abscess Broken Hand' is that until I find its body, I will never be able to obtain divinity. This blocks the idea of becoming a demigod directly without taking the magic potion and relying on gifts..."
Fortunately, Lumian did not resist going to the "City of Exile" Morola before becoming a demigod. At this time, he did not feel heartbroken or troubled. Instead, he felt that it saved him a lot of trouble.
He thought for a moment and continued reading the content at the end of the letter:
"My astrology results also tell me that once the bodies of 'Abscessed Hands' gather together, some dangerous things will happen. You'd better complete this step in the 'City of Exile' and use the existence of '0-01' to
Hedge this risk.
"In other words, you need to find the part of the body in the underworld first.
"Well, within the last three months, you should have an opportunity to enter the underworld. Remember to seize it. Don't ask me what the opportunity is, I don't know."
There is a chance to go to the underworld in the last three months... Lumian repeated this important information.
He was overjoyed and thought this sentence was strange, because "entering the underworld" and "going to hell" are two different phrases that mean the same thing - in this world, except for a few people, no one would be interested in "you".
You have a chance to go to hell within three months." You should accept this statement calmly. You know, many people will put "I hope you go to hell soon" on their lips when scolding each other.
There was no time to think about any opportunity that would allow him to enter the underworld. Lumian burned the reply letter from Ms. "Magician" and wrote down tonight's harvest and speculation about the "Dream Festival", planning to send it to himself at noon tomorrow.
Major Arcana cards.
——Although he always felt that Ms. "Magician"'s "work and rest" was a bit similar to Franca's, he still wasn't sure whether it would be convenient to send a letter at this time.
…………
Northern Continent, Trier.
The winter sunshine passes through the glass windows and shines into the living room, driving away part of the cold and bringing a certain amount of warmth.
Franca lay comfortably on the easy chair, eyes half-open and half-closed, enjoying the beauty.
Suddenly, she had a premonition and suddenly retracted her legs and sat up.
She immediately saw a human skull that seemed to be made of pure silver, with a soft light, outlined in the darkness in the corner, with pale flames burning in the eye sockets.
"Ms. Hela's messenger...what does she want from me?" Franka looked at the sterling silver skull in confusion as the sterling silver skull let go of its teeth and let the one-page letter float towards her.
She took the paper and quickly browsed:
"'007' said that he has not been able to contact you for four days and asked me to confirm your situation."
Four days... I haven't been on the Telegram group for four days... Franka couldn't help laughing.
What is this called?
This is called going to bed early and getting up late to improve your health. From now on, the king will not go to court early!
In the early hours of the morning, Franka sat in front of the analysis machine connected to the radio transceiver, while Jenna finally had the opportunity to take advantage of the darkness and go outside to look for opportunities to play "witch".
Bang bang bang, Franca typed out her first telegram in several days:
"Shurima, your emperor is back!"
Not long after, the "007" telegram was typed out by a mechanical typewriter driven by the analysis engine:
"'Hidden Blade', where have you been these days?"
Ahem, Franka cleared her throat and replied:
"It's so unhealthy to go to bed late every day. Is there no one in this world that you value?"
"Don't talk about such sad topics..."
"'Hidden Blade', have you practiced the assassination secret of heart and soul?"
"..."
Other members of the Telegram group expressed their protest.
After a while, the telegram from "007" came in:
"I have collected enough information about the previous matter, let's make an appointment to meet.
"Also, the proposal of exchanging stories for items can be moved forward, and the people above have agreed."
Franka was stunned for a moment and replied with her hands faster than her mouth:
"How long has it been before you made a decision? I have forgotten about this..."
After all, it was Lumian who wanted to know the story of the humanoid sealed object, not her.
"007" sent a telegram in a helpless tone:
"There is no way, the internal process of an old and large organization is so slow."
"Yes, yes, as long as it's an established one, whether it's official or secret, it's all the same. The process is so cumbersome!" "Yuewang", another member of the Telegram group, agreed.
After making an appointment with "007" to meet tomorrow night to hand over Moran Avni's information and discuss the preliminary assassination plan, Franka stood up and moved her waist.
She wrote both of the things mentioned by "007" into the letter, and then arranged a ceremony to summon Lumian's messenger, "The Confessor" Bayinfer.
…………
Southern Continent, Tizamo Town.
Lumian was about to go to the house of "Xiso" to sleep when he saw his messenger walking out of the darkness and handing over a letter.
After Lumian received the letter, he found that "Confessor" Bayinfer did not leave directly and return to the spirit world as usual, but slowly looked around.