Holding an iron-black carbide lamp, Franka looked at the road sandwiched between the stone pillars, and asked Fernandez, the smuggler leading the way in front, a little confused: Is this the way to the observatory area? ”

While no one has a complete picture of Trier's underground, the tunnels on this level are all marked with street names that correspond to the ground, and in retrospect, Franka realizes they went in the wrong direction.

Smuggling must have been from outside the city to the city, while the Belvedere area is closer to downtown Trier than the Candida Market District, 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 deliver the goods to the warehouse over there. ”

"I see." Franca slowed down and kept a greater distance from Fernandez, who was wearing a brown felt hat.

She hadn't entered the smuggling route yet, so she lazily lowered her voice and chatted with Lumien, who was sitting next to her. "I remember you took advantage of the bravery of the matador and got eighteen thousand dollars from Gardner." Did you know that this is an extraordinary trait, or do you know what an extraordinary trait really means? "My sister did it. Lumian attributes the origin of this knowledge to the teachings of Euro.

With her height and long legs, Franca doesn't need to work too hard to keep Lumian parallel.

"It's great to have a guide," she says.

"We were a group of blind people. We had to figure it out for ourselves, or we would have reminded Lumien whether it was Aurorlet herself who said it, or if she paraphrased Russell's famous quote: "A serious mistake is an abhorrent for life." ”

Franka quickly calmed down and reminded Lumian in a low voice, "You. . . To be new to the occult, you need more than just knowledge. "You'd better not skimp on the money and use it to buy magic items or special weapons to make up for the hunter's lack of mystical skills, otherwise if Roger really wants to get revenge on you, you can effortlessly drive some undead at you.

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"I've already bought it."

"So fast? Franca barely controlled her voice, which prompted the smuggler Fernando to turn around.

The distance between the two sides, the alternation of light and shadow of the carbide lamp, made it difficult for Lumián to see Fernandez's expression or what associations he might be making.

Lumian replied "honestly": "Before I was able to join Savoy, I found a circle of truly extraordinary people through a gathering of mystery lovers published in Psychic magazine, where I exchanged the boss for a magical thing, Filkin. ”

"No wonder," Franka complimented Lumian with a knowing expression, "your mind is more nimble than I thought, well, the things that enhance your mystical skills?" ”

"A pair of lawyer's glasses, but it seems to be tainted by some strange force," Lumian said frankly.

"It helps me see things that I don't normally see," he says, pulling out his brown "peep glasses" to demonstrate. ‘

"It's dangerous." Franca's brown eyebrows fluttered into her temples, interrupting Lumian's words.

I know. Lumien explained with a smile. But if you choose your environment and protect it, it's not so dangerous, and it provides great camouflage and mysterious tools. ”

Lumian briefly explains the urge to draw after putting on his glasses.

Franzaza's ponytail dripped on the back of his head.

"It really works. If I were you, I would choose it. In other words, the leaders and thugs of the Stinger Gang have never really touched you, and the only impression they have of you is a strange hair color, otherwise they would have already revealed your true identity, and they don't need to do it themselves, send your information wanted warrant to the police headquarters to two churches, and you can complete the revenge. Lumian smiled.

"Yes, I can find a time to have coffee with Sergeant Everett right now. Franka's bright lake-like eyes smiled slightly, and she said, "You told me all about the Mystic Conference and your cards, and Jenna kept telling me that you were cunning and treacherous, so honest and honest!" That's why our relationships are different.

I told you that Muggle brothers wouldn't be like that! ”

Lu Ming felt a little guilty for a while, 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 that extended to the south.

It didn't take long for Fernández to stop 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 the blue light, Rumien set his sights on the side shafts, which had been abandoned for a long time and seemed to be clogged with rubble.

The three men grabbed a hole in the wall, hid the rope in the shadows, 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 next to the well.

After passing through this tunnel, the air is even more foul, and the front suddenly opens up, as if entering another quarry.

It's more lifeless, darker, with damp roofs and sparse moss.

Lumian and Franca, each holding a carbide lamp, slowed down, scrutinizing the smuggling route for traces.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fernández pointed to a tunnel not far away. "Our chief and Baron Brignel were not completely without success," he said. They "found the caravan's footprints disappearing into thin air." ”

It is a tunnel that connects two hollow quarries. The road was gravel and potholes, and in the distance it was pitch black, without a glimmer of light.

Lumien and Franca quickly found the place where the new footprints had suddenly disappeared and crouched down to examine them closely.

"There are only footprints that come in, and the footprints that come back are broken here." Most of those who came back were carrying heavy loads and their footprints were much deeper, which ruled out the possibility that they turned around and followed their footprints. Lumian made a quick series of judgments.

Franka looked away from her surroundings and stood up. "There are signs of struggle," she said.

"It's weird!"

Then she motioned for Fernandez to go further and wait in the depression of the quarry where he had just arrived.

When the light from Fernandez's carbide lamp completely disappeared into the distance, Franca pulled out a small vanity case and a handkerchief with a blue checkered white background out of nowhere.

The latter was used by Krystal TheRat's brother Elken, who also disappeared in private.

Franka put down the carbide lamp, opened the pale gold box, and touched the mirror inside.

At the same time, she took her handkerchief and repeated in Hermione's language, "Where is Elken now?" Where is Elken now? "The already dark tunnel became even darker, and the light from the two carbide lamps was pushed back by an invisible force, and the palm-sized mirror soon glowed with water, as if it were the bottom of a dark river.

Before Lumien could count three seconds, a scene appeared in the mirror: a coolie with a wooden crate and a smuggler with a pistol and rifle slowly walking through the tunnel. They continued on their way, the darkness behind them filling the place where the light had just come from, and finally the light of the carbide lamp disappeared into a dark mirror.

"They did go missing in this area."

Franka stopped divining and pursed her thin, red lips. But "I can't see anything." ”

Lumien did not intend to try this "peephole". It seemed to him that the land of Trier was full of dangers, where all sorts of things were hidden: the remains of the Quaternary period, the smelly and dirty old bones, the catacombs that had to follow certain rules, the ghosts of Montsouri, which had been wandering for years and had not been cleared. He really wanted to use the "speculum" to look around, there was a high possibility of an explosion here.

In the city of Trier there will be another legend about the power of the evil god.

So Lumian will come to his aid for the benefit of Boss Savoy, but not to, risk it to that extent.

Anyway, this time he lost to "Mouse" Christo, what does it have to do with "Lion" Charles?

The Breeze Ballroom has plenty of wine! Franka glanced at him, but she didn't want to embarrass him.

Red Boots put down his vanity case and Elken's handkerchief, picked up the carbide lamp, and said to Lumien, "Let's go back to Fernandez, let him lead the way." , perhaps somewhere else left a clue. ”

"Good". Lumien felt that Franca was just doing her duty as a member of the Savoyard party.

The two men turned around, took their respective carbide lamps, and went to the original quarry, and walked into the darkness in the distance.

After walking a dozen steps, Lumian suddenly stopped, his expression serious.

"What's wrong?" Franka asked, confused.

Lumian pointed to the rubble and potholes on the ground. "There are no footprints." He muttered. The smugglers out of town and our traces here are gone!

"It's just a bunch of footprints dragging a heavy object forward!"

Franka looked at her feet and shuddered to find the floor in disarray. The footprints left by her, Lumien, and Fernandez as they entered the tunnel are gone, while the footprints of the lost caravan appear out of nowhere.