After hearing Vanak's question, Lumian, who was a little irritated because his study was interrupted, laughed out loud:
"Can you find them?"
"Can't find it." Vanak admitted frankly.
Compared with him, Lumian, Gusin and Medici, who have fixed residences, their whereabouts are secretive and it is difficult to pinpoint the specific location.
Vanak continued:
"But I can fish them out using myself as bait."
Fish it out? What is called the "Hunter" path? Forget it called the Fishing Master path... Lumian mocked Wanak and himself in his heart, and finally relaxed his mood.
He looked in the mirror at the man with black eyes who wanted to kill him when they first met, and who seemed to be contaminated by "0-01", and sneered:
"Bait? If you dare to wander the streets of Morola now, Albus and Gusin will probably not dare to take action, thinking it is a trap.
"Of course, they will definitely send someone to test you to see if you are bluffing, but that way they won't be able to ambush them."
Vanak's eyes were still sharp, and his voice had a metallic texture as he said:
"I won't treat them as fools, I will leave some traces and give some clues to let them find my hiding place on their own.
"They must seize these few days and cannot wait for me to recover, otherwise they will have a headache."
Lumian smiled in a "hunter" tone:
"You are very confident. Then why don't you wait patiently for your injuries to heal before you go back one by one to take revenge? Why do you have to take risks and set traps now, or even choose to cooperate with me?"
"If you don't find me within five days, those two rats will retract into the sewer and hide. I can kill any one of them, but it's still not easy to find them." Wanak said with a strong murderous intent in his voice.
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Lumian did not ask any more questions and thought about some things:
The most dangerous person in Morola seems to have surrendered to "0-01". While being polluted, he received a gift and gained the strength of a pseudo-demigod.
Does his current attitude mean that "0-01" does not like "Red Angel" Medici and "Iron Cross"?
Or, "0-01" resists all those who try to control it. Vanak's attitude when he first met me is a proof. It's just that under the current situation, he wants to prioritize Albus and Gusin, and is willing to fight with the weaker ones.
Has one party reached an agreement on temporary cooperation?
Vanak had the strength of a pseudo-demigod, and at his home ground in Morola, he was severely wounded by Albus, Gusin and several members of the "Iron Cross", and fled the stronghold in embarrassment...
Albus is indeed not simple, and Guxin should be too. I didn't choose to attack with all my strength before, and it was right to attack violently...
"0-01" is also related to that special mirror world. Vanak can travel through the mirror...
Lumian looked at Vanak, who was patiently waiting for his answer, and asked with a smile:
"Why me?"
After entering Morola, he has not yet used all his strength, nor has he used any powerful items on his body.
"We are the same person." Vanak's iron-black eyes were cold, "And I can clearly feel that you are not simple."
Of course it's not simple. With so much pollution and so many things mixed together, it's strange that it can be simple... Lumian raised his right hand, rubbed his chin and said:
"Aren't you worried that I will take this opportunity to kill you, Albus and Gusin, who are still seriously injured?
"You can't live without the heart of guarding against others."
"You don't have the ability." Vanak said quite directly, "Besides, it's not that easy to really kill me in Morola."
Lumian leaned back on the chair, half-closed his eyes, and said after a few seconds:
"Time, place."
"The time cannot be determined. It depends on the progress of Albus and Gusin's investigation. I will tell you the approximate time and scheduled location in advance." Vanak, who has a sharp temperament and an angular face, rarely showed his face.
A little smile.
Lumian opened his eyes and sat upright again:
"With your strength, you were seriously injured by them. What special qualities did they show in the battle?"
"It's not a serious injury, just close to a serious injury." Vanak emphasized, "The man named Albus has special powers or items that can create the fog of war that only high-level 'hunters' can possess... In addition to being a
The powerful 'Hunter' also possesses some abilities of the 'Witch' path, and he can also use the mirror world to a certain extent..."
Lumian listened attentively and smiled little by little:
“A pleasure to work with.”
Vanak nodded gently, and his figure gradually disappeared in the swaying mirror water.
Lumi sat quietly on the armchair and muttered silently to himself:
"Could it be a trap?
"Wanak, Albus, and Gusin used human lives as props to perform a drama in order to ambush me?
"Or, Vanak wants to take this opportunity to kill Albus, Gusin and me together?
"..."
Lumian thought so much that his head ached a little.
"Forget it, think about these conspiracies in a few days. It's really troublesome to fight against the 'Hunter'. Read the book first, read the book first..." Lumian turned his attention back to the book "Examples of Construction of Underground Tombs".
After another hour, he closed the book with satisfaction.
After spending nearly a week, he finally finished studying the first batch of books designated by Heraberg, and he can take the exam at the Church of Knowledge tomorrow!
Lumian lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
In his confusion, he saw an army.
The members of the army were all wearing iron-black armor, and they were walking mightily on a red plain. There seemed to be something floating in the distance.
As if aware of Lumian's gaze, they turned their heads and looked over, their eyes as if they were real.
Lumian saw the faces of these soldiers:
Under the iron-black helmet, the skin was pale and shriveled, as if it had lost all moisture and flesh, and stuck tightly to the skull. A dark red flame burned in each of the two eye sockets.
Mummy…
Is this an army of undead creatures?
As soon as these realizations flashed through Lumian's mind, he felt a huge fear welling up from the bottom of his heart, as if urging him to surrender to something unknown.
He tried his best to fight against this feeling and finally woke up.
He opened his eyes and found that it was just a dream. At this time, the sky outside the window was cloudy and the morning light had not yet appeared.
Reading too much "0-01" related knowledge has made the pollution worse? Lumian thought for a few seconds and forced himself to sleep for a while again until six o'clock in the morning.
Julie stayed away all night. After having breakfast, Lumian stuffed the books into the "traveler's bag" and went straight to the Church of Knowledge.
Heraberg, who was wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, was explaining the situation to a group of exiles who had just arrived. Lumian waited for a while until the new exiles walked out of the church, then smiled and took out his books. Said to Heraberg:
"Your Majesty the Archbishop, I have finished reading these books."
"Have you added the honorific title Your Excellency this time?" Heraberg joked with a smile, took the book, pointed to the corresponding brass bookshelf and said, "Go over there and take out a paper to do it."
Lumian was mentally prepared, walked to the bookshelf, and randomly pulled out a test paper.
He looked for the desk and chair with the corner of his eye and looked at the contents of the test paper.
Suddenly, his eyes froze.
The first question on the test paper is:
"Have you had any nightmares lately?"
The second question is:
"Please describe the nightmare in detail."
"Is this a test on the mastery of knowledge points? It's not like that... It's more like the psychological test questions that Anthony got back from the Psychiatrists Association..." Lumian looked at the protrusion of the brass bookshelf thoughtfully. In the starting part, write down the answer carefully.
He answered the entire test paper truthfully.
"It's done." Lumian felt as if he had returned to Kordu Village and was reporting to his sister that he had completed the in-class test.
"Show me." Heraberg stretched out his right hand.
After taking Lumian's test paper, he checked it from beginning to end, nodded slightly and said:
"You don't need to read all the books on these three bookshelves. This one, this one, this one..."
Heraberg listed seven or eight books in a row and said with a smile:
"That's almost it after reading them."
Ah? You don’t need to read three bookshelves? You only need to read these seven or eight books? Lumian was a little confused for a moment and didn’t understand what Archbishop Morola based his judgment on.
The remaining books on those three bookshelves suddenly don't matter?
Thinking of the contents of the test paper just now, Lumian suddenly had some guesses.
He said to Heraberg thoughtfully:
"Okay, Your Excellency, Archbishop."
In the process of putting the corresponding books into the "traveler's bag", Lumian roughly judged the time it would take.
If he concentrates without any interference, he can basically read a book a day, but it is impossible for him to do so, and he will be suspected.
"It will take two weeks, or even more than two weeks... But according to Archbishop Heraberg, reading these is enough. It is much better than the half a year I expected to read through three bookshelves..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
, I feel a lot better.
He imitated his sisters Aurore and Franca's sometimes crazy talk, and laughed in his heart:
"Albus, Julie, Gusin, and Vanak, wait two weeks, and when I finish studying, I will kill you all!
"Well, now we have to use Vanak's 'invitation' to find clues from Albus about where Brother Severed Hand's head is hidden...
"Also, we need to collect information on the 'Witch'..."
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Saturday evening, Trier, Memorial Parish District.
Franka looked at Janna who moved into the guest room naturally after returning from Russell Port. She didn't ask why, and said in her heart:
"You don't seem very happy. Julian insists on going back to Trier?"
"Yes, he is really a stubborn person." Jian Na sighed longly.
In fact, so are you, and so is your mother... Franka muttered in her heart:
"Don't worry, we still have about a month to think of a solution."
"Well." Janna glanced at Franka, who had put on a wizard's robe, "Are you going to attend that occult party instead of Lumian?"
"Yes." Franka threw up the silver-white "Lie" ear clip and caught it again.
Compared with the embarrassment and anxiety at the beginning, she is more looking forward to it now.