Martin suspects someone is playing a prank.

The dwarf turned into a goblin, and the Aladdin's magic lamp summoned turned out to be a mermaid, what is this, is it a spoof?

And just when his heart was full of doubts and puzzles, he heard a man dressed as a nobleman next to him say:

"Lady Lucia, do you sell a sample of this magic lamp in your [Black Cat Trail]?"

"Not yet, Mr. Viscount."

A fashionably dressed half-aged woman beside the man replied.

She was full of silver hair, fifty or sixty years old, but well-maintained, with few wrinkles on her face, and wore a green lady's silk top hat, a high-necked dark red shirt, and a dark green shawl and petticoat.

"However, this item [Black Cat Trail] can be crafted on its own. It's just that the price will be slightly more expensive. ”

The woman smiled politely.

"After all, this is the first time we've come to Cavides, and it's the first time we've seen this famous [Wishing Lamp] mural."

"Black Cat Trail?"

Martin had heard the term and, in the radio in the Plantagenet, remembered that it seemed to be a merchant who had come to Cavides to attend the "Reindeer Bazaar".

Martin was still interested in the radio, an electrical appliance that seemed a little out of place with his surroundings, so he was also impressed by the information on other broadcasts.

He pretended to be looking closely at the mural, and quietly listened to the conversation between the two.

"Price is not an issue."

A smile appeared at the corner of the viscount's mouth, his hair was very small, his hairline was serious, but his beard was very shiny and thick.

I saw him stroke his shiny beard and continue:

"However, the [Wishing Lamp] handed down from this Holy Light Era, and even almost all the murals in this underground palace, are real works of art, and it is worth a special trip to Kavides for this purpose."

"They record an untold history of the region of Cavides, and legend has it that they are associated with a mysterious queen."

"It's a bit of a coincidence, this queen is a craftsman like you, but she is a 'master savior', and it is said that many well-known magical items are made by her."

"These objects are filled with unbridled imagination and amazing magical abilities."

"Just like this [Wishing Lamp], legend has it that the queen made it from the soul of a mermaid and can grant any wish of the bearer."

"On top of that, I've heard of flutes that summon little goblins, boots that increase walking speed, and cloaks that make people invisible!"

There was a look of yearning in the Viscount's eyes.

"It sounds like a very valuable item."

Lady Lucia stroked her chin with her hand and murmured:

"If it's all made into handicraft imitations, it should sell well in Cavides."

"Hahaha."

The viscount began to laugh when he heard Lucia's words.

"I have to say, Lady Lucia, you are really a qualified businessman."

The old woman did not refute, but replied with the same smile:

"Viscount Hubert, when you reach my age, you will understand that gold is the most reliable friend, at least it will not betray you."

The Viscount nodded approvingly.

Hearing this, Martin slowly paced away, avoiding staying where he was for a long time and arousing their suspicions.

He continued to walk inside and came to another mural.

Unlike the others, the mural depicts a very elaborate depiction, where Martin sees a bridge standing above an abyss, with many human carvings on the fence on either side of the bridge, on each of which is a watchpost.

The carvings had hideous expressions, like guards on bridges, and the mere sight of them made people shudder.

At the end of the bridge is a Gothic palace, and in front of the palace gate, a thin figure of a man stands.

The man opened his hands to the door, a smile on his lips, and he was followed by a lean horse with an untied linen pouch on his back, from which some fine particles were falling.

Martin made a closer look and saw that the particles looked like black sesame seeds.

In front of the man, the gate of the palace was slowly opening, revealing a gap that could be glimpsed into it.

Looking through the gap, vines intertwined in the palace, and among the vines and branches, large black flowers bloomed.

"Could this be... The Flower of the Black Death? ”

A strong sense of absurdity gave Martin goosebumps.

The bridge and the palace, the vines and the black flowers. Exactly as he told in the story of City of Calamity!

And this story, he just finished telling the queen!

A mural from the Age of Light depicts the story he just came up with...

"The mural is about a mysterious queen..."

"Atlantis has disappeared into history, and the Queen insists that she lives in Atlantis..."

"And the fairy tales on this mural that only I know..."

A bold idea popped into Martin's mind.

"No......"

"Go to the ground floor of this church and find out if there's anything I'm familiar with... Is that what I mean..."

Martin muttered to himself that the idea would have seemed absurd to his previous self, but in a world full of magical powers and strange events, it seemed very reasonable.

Martin continued to walk deeper into the hall until he finally came to the last mural, and if he was right, he would certainly be familiar with the next painting.

Martin looked up at the wall.

On it, a man is drawn.

The man, ragged and covered in blood, staggered forward with a battered axe in his hand.

The strange thing is that on the man's shoulders, there are two heads.

The head on the right has tired eyes, a tired face, and a scruffy beard, as if it hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

The one on the left had a delightful, crazy, cruel grin, and he bared his white teeth, staring at something in front of him.

Following the head's gaze, Martin saw a familiar creature.

Black cat.

A black cat with its left eyeball gouged out.

The black cat in the first story Martin told!

Martin finally made sure of his inner thoughts, this queen, indeed lived in Atlantis.

It's just that it's the Heart of Lava that hasn't been destroyed by the Skyfire.

The queen comes from the past.

The seven-pointed star teleportation array was not in the wrong place, and the end point of Martin and Xixi's teleportation was the location of Atlantis.

However, the former Lava Heart is long gone, and in its place is the Cavides that have been rebuilt in this area.

The coordinates are correct, the wrong is the time.

Teleportation circles cannot travel through time.

Martin figured it all out.

He stood still.

Until a voice woke him up.

"This gentleman."

It was an old woman's voice.

"You seem to be very interested in this mural."

Martin turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and saw that it was the old woman who had just chatted with Viscount Hubert, Lady Lucia.

She didn't know when she came to Martin's side, and she was looking at Martin with deep meaning.

"Coincidentally, we also have a lot of handicrafts about black cats in our [Black Cat Trail], I don't know if you are interested."

"They are all handmade by excellent craftsmen, and the ingredients are added with trifolium burdock, which has exorcism and purifying effects, and the effect is very good."

"Importantly, as the iconic product of the Black Cat Trail, it is also very affordable, and it is loved by the workers, wealthy merchants and aristocrats of Cavides."

The woman ignored Martin's gaze, but stared at him and talked to herself, as if she were discussing what afternoon tea would be for tomorrow at a dinner party, but what she said was all about business.

Martin had no interest in what the woman called a black cat handicraft, and he would not buy it even if it was at the right price, and his current savings did not allow him to buy a useless ornament.

Martin wondered that this old woman shouldn't have found herself, even if she wanted to expand her business and sell her own products.

The current hall and their surroundings are full of rich merchants and aristocrats, and it is more reliable to find any one than to find yourself.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"I don't have any plans to buy it at the moment, but I'll consider it."

Martin bowed his head slightly, rejecting the old woman.

After listening to Martin's words, the woman did not show an embarrassed look of rejection, but looked at the mural, and then said in a quiet tone something that made Martin's back burst with cold hairs:

"That's a pity, sir."

"Someone told me that anyone who is interested in this mural will definitely be interested in our black cat ornaments, because black cats are familiar things..."

"It was only after listening to her that I came to Calvides, waiting for the 'writer' who had come to the ground of this Caterpillar of Capernaum in search of something familiar."

At the sound of the word "writer", Martin's heart began to beat violently, and he was once again surrounded by a great sense of surprise.

This woman was sent by the Queen!

The queen is not dead?

How would she have known I was coming here?

Martin's first instinct was to run away, and he felt the blood rushing to his legs.

But he understood that the old woman had no ill will, just like the queen.

So what is her purpose? Coming here to meet yourself? Sell yourself handicrafts?

Martin's brain was spinning with some difficulty in shock and confusion.

"Madam, do the handicrafts of the black cats you mentioned really have the effect of exorcism and purification?"

"I'll tell you the truth, I haven't been sleeping well lately......"

Martin hesitated for a moment before speaking to the old woman, pretending to be haunted by a nightmare, his tone revealing tentative and hesitant.

"Oh! It's so tragic! ”

"I've experienced that feeling of waking up from my sleep, trust me, sir! I can understand your pain! ”

"I think you absolutely need such an ornament, if it doesn't work, you can always come to me!"

Lady Lucia was very moved, and the anxiety and sympathy on her face seemed so real.

"Her acting skills are so good......"

Martin grumbled inwardly and followed Lucia out of the underground hall.