Franca held an iron-black carbide lamp, looked at the road sandwiched between stone pillars, and asked the smuggler Fernandez who was leading the way in confusion: Is this the way to the observatory area?"
Although no one had a complete picture of Trier's underground, the tunnels on this level were marked with street names that corresponded to the surface, and in retrospect, Franka realized they had gone in the wrong direction.
The smuggling must be from outside the city to the city, and the Belvedere area is closer to the center of Trier than the Candide Market area, while the Boulevard area is separated by the Serenzo River.
Smuggler Fernando Cristo leaned over and explained with a smile: "This hidden route leads to the observatory. We always send our goods to the warehouse over there."
"I understand." Franca slowed down and kept a greater distance from Fernandez, who was wearing a brown felt hat.
She had not yet entered the smuggling route, so she lazily lowered her voice and chatted with Lumian sitting next to her. "I remember that you used the bravery of the matador to get eighteen thousand dollars from Gardner."
Do you know that this is an extraordinary trait, or do you know the true meaning of extraordinary traits? "It was my sister who did it. Lumian attributes the origin of this knowledge to Euro's teachings.
With her height and long legs, Franka doesn't need to work too hard to keep Lumian parallel.
"It's great to have a tour guide," she said sincerely.
"We were a group of blind people at that time. We had to figure it out on our own, otherwise we would have reminded Lumian whether Aurorei said these words herself, or whether she was paraphrasing Russell's famous saying: "Serious mistakes make great mistakes.
People will be hated for life." Franka quickly calmed down and reminded Lumian in a low voice: "You are a newbie in the occult. You need more than just knowledge." You'd better not be stingy with this money and use it to buy
Magic items or special weapons to make up for the hunter's lack of arcane skills, otherwise if Roger really wants to get back at you, you can drive some undead towards you without much effort.
"If that's what you mean, I'll pay attention."
"I've already bought it."
"So fast? Franca barely controlled her voice, which prompted the smuggler Fernando to turn around.
The two sides are far apart, and the alternating light and shadow of the carbide lamp makes it difficult for Lumian to see Fernandez's expression or what associations he may be making.
Lumian answered "honestly": "Before I could join Savoie, I found a circle of truly extraordinary people through the occult enthusiasts' gatherings published in Psychic magazine, where I
In exchange for a magical thing, Filkin."
"No wonder," Franka praised Lumian with a knowing expression, "your mind is more flexible than I thought, um, those things that can enhance your mysterious skills?"
"A pair of lawyer's glasses, but they seem to be tainted by some strange power," Lumian said frankly.
"It helps me see things that I normally can't," he said, pulling out his tan "peeping glasses" to demonstrate. "It's dangerous." Franka's brown eyebrows fluttered into her temples, shuddering.
Stop Lumian.
I know." Lumian explained with a smile. But if you choose your environment and protect it, it will not be so dangerous, it provides great tools for camouflage and mystery."
Lumian briefly explains the urge to paint while wearing glasses.
Franza’s ponytail drips down the back of her head.
"It does work. If I were you, I would choose it. In other words, the leaders and thugs of the Sting Gang have never really come into contact with you, and the only impression they have of you is your strange hair color, otherwise they would have been out by now
To find out your true identity, you don’t need to do it yourself. Send your wanted information to the police headquarters to two churches, and you can complete your revenge. Lumian smiled.
"Yes, I can find time to have coffee with Sergeant Everett now. Franka's bright lake-like eyes smiled slightly, and she said: "You told me all about the mysterious meeting and your cards.
Jenna also keeps telling me about you being so cunning and deceitful, yet so honest and truthful! That's why our relationship is different.
I told you, Muggle brothers wouldn't do that!" Lu Ming felt a little guilty for a moment and said seriously: "Yes, she completely misunderstood what I meant."
After chatting for a while, they finally came to the edge of the underground part corresponding to the observatory and turned into a tunnel extending southward.
Not long after, Fernandez stopped at an auxiliary well in a quarry.
Put the carbide lamp on the top of the well, point to the bottom of the well and say: "Let's go in."
With the help of blue light, Lumian turned his attention to the side shaft, which had been abandoned for a long time and seemed to be blocked by gravel.
The three people grabbed a hole in the wall, hid the rope in the shadow, nailed a simple iron ladder to the moss, climbed down, and soon reached the bottom.
Smuggler Fernando removed several heavy-looking stones, revealing a tunnel beside the well.
After passing through this tunnel, the air became even more polluted, and the front suddenly opened up, as if we had entered another quarry.
It's more lifeless and gloomier here, with damp roofs and scanty moss.
Lumian and Franka each held a carbide lamp, slowed down, and carefully inspected the traces of the smuggling route.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fernandez pointed to a tunnel not far away. "Our leader and Baron Brignell were not completely unsuccessful," he said. They "found that the caravan's footprints disappeared into the thin air." This is a tunnel connecting two hollow quarries. There are gravel and potholes on the road, and it is pitch black in the distance without any light.
Lumian and Franka quickly found the place where the new footprints suddenly disappeared, and squatted down to check carefully.
"There are only footprints coming in, and the footprints coming back are broken here." Most of the people who came back were carrying heavy things, and the footprints were much deeper, which ruled out the possibility that they turned around and followed their own footprints.
.Lumian quickly made a series of judgments.
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Franka looked away from her surroundings and stood up. "There were signs of struggle," she said.
"It's weird!"
Then she motioned Fernandez to go further and wait in the depression of the quarry where he had just arrived.
When the light of Fernandez's carbide lamp completely disappeared in the distance, Franca took out a small makeup box and a blue-checked handkerchief with a white background from somewhere.
The latter was used by Krystaltherat's brother Elken, who also disappeared privately.
Franka put down the carbide lamp, opened the golden golden box, and touched the mirror inside.
At the same time, she held the handkerchief and repeated in Hermione: "Where is Erken now? Where is Erken now?" The already dark tunnel became even darker, and the light of the two carbide lamps was blocked.
An invisible force pushed back, and the palm-sized mirror soon glowed with water, as if it were the bottom of a dark river.
Before Lumian could count to three seconds, a scene appeared on the mirror: a coolie holding a wooden box and a smuggler holding a pistol and a rifle walked slowly through the tunnel. They continued to move forward.
, the darkness behind filled the place where the light had just emitted, and finally the light of the carbide lamp disappeared in a dark mirror.
"They do go missing in this area."
Franka stopped divination and pursed her thin, red lips. "But I can't see anything." Lumian had no intention of trying this kind of "peephole glasses." In his opinion, it was particularly
The land of Lille is full of dangers, and all kinds of things are hidden there: relics of the Quaternary Age, smelly and dirty old bones, catacombs where certain rules must be followed, the ghost of Montsouli, who has been hiding for many years.
He is wandering around and has not been cleared. He really wants to use the "Looking Glass" to look around. There is a high possibility of an explosion here...
There will be another legend about the power of the evil god in the city of Trier.
So Lumian will help for the benefit of Sava boss, but not to that level of risk.
Anyway, he lost this time to "Mouse" Christo. What does it have to do with "Lion" Ciel?
There's plenty of wine at the Breeze Ballroom! Franca glanced at him, but she didn't want to embarrass him.
Red Boots put down his dressing case and Elken's handkerchief, picked up the carbide lamp, and said to Lumian: "Let's go back to Fernandez and let him lead the way. Maybe there are clues left somewhere else." p>
"Okay". Lumian felt that Franka was just fulfilling her duties as a member of the Savoyard Party.
The two people turned around, took their own carbide lamps, came to the original quarry, and walked into the darkness in the distance.
After walking for more than ten steps, Lumian suddenly stopped with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Franca asked confused.
Lumian pointed to the gravel and potholes on the ground. "There are no footprints." He murmured. The traces of the smugglers leaving the city and our traces here have disappeared!
"It's just a bunch of footprints dragging something heavy forward!"
Franca looked at her feet, shuddered, and found that the ground was in a mess. The footprints left by her, Lumian, and Fernandez when they entered the tunnel disappeared, but the footprints of the lost caravan appeared out of thin air.<