Lumian doesn't quite understand Gardner. Martin is determined by what Vermunda is. Sauron hadn't died yet, but it seemed that the other party didn't intend to explain, so he had to give up asking.

He is now concerned with only one issue:

"So my mission is over?

Obviously, combined with the fact that Count Puiver likes to make wax heads for his friends and that he has just attacked him with a wax figure, Lumien believes that he is already suspected by the other party, and it will be very dangerous to come into contact with him again.

Gardner. Martin shook his head slowly:

"No, it's going to go on."

He took his cigar, stood up, and paced a few steps in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window:

"The fact that you chose to become king after Puifer will definitely make him wonder where you came from, but he will want to find out more about the real reason for what happened, and the subsequent attack on the wax figure was mainly for this purpose.

"So, he will also invite you to test you in different ways, to squeeze out your hidden secrets, and for us, this is an opportunity, an opportunity to confirm the true state of the ancestors of the Sauron family, such as Fomunda.

"And in this way, we can grasp the reasons for the gradual decline of this once exceptionally powerful family, which is of great significance to us, who are also based on the 'hunter' path, and are our main task at the moment.

"To put it simply, the current Sauron family is like the Red Swan Castle, which has long been in disrepair, but it hides a lot of secrets, and there are enough guards to deter snoopers, what we have to do is to find out the holes in the castle's defenses, confirm whether those secrets will pose a mortal threat to us, and then find an opportunity to break through the guards, bypass the traps, and take the treasure.

"Don't worry, I will secretly provide protection for Puifer's future invitations, and the risk you need to take is not big."

Lumien thought for a moment and said:

"Sir, you said earlier that our main mission is to find the true entrance to that Trier in the Quaternary."

How can this main task be changed?

Gardner. Martin took a puff on his cigar and smiled:

"These two things are related in themselves and serve the same purpose, but you don't need to know it for the time being."

What purpose? In other words, the current focus of the "Predator Cross" is to explore the underground, find the entrance to that Trier in the Quaternary and investigate the cause of the gradual decline of the Sauron family in the past two or three hundred years, and find a way to bite off a piece of fat from them? According to Mr. K, one of the reasons for the decline of the Sauron family was the consequential loss and death of several important members of the Sauron family....Gardner and I. Martin was primarily responsible for the direction of the Sauron family, including the "Doge."

"Olsen and the rest of the team exploring the underground? Lumian has a clear idea of the Iron Cross's plans in the near future.

And this is also his main task.

Of course, he only knew what to do, not why.

"Yes, sir." Lumian didn't say anything more, and agreed.

He had a vague hunch that this would be his chance to digest the "Arsonist" potion and go one step further on the "Hunter" path.

You know, according to the "magician" lady, the Sauron family was a powerful force that once had the "hunter" angels.

Gardner. Martin did not ask Puiver how much gold he had given to the "king", and motioned for Lumian to leave and wait for the empty earl's next invitation.

As he walked through the renovated hall, Lumien saw the butler Faustino, who was also a full member of the Predator Cross, leading in a man in a black cloak.

The man was of medium height, less than 1.75 meters, and his clothes were relatively loose and tightly wrapped, making it difficult to see his specific appearance and body characteristics. 34

Lumien can only be judged to be a man based on his walking posture, height, and stride.

Faustino nodded to Lumian, said hello, and led the mysterious man through the hall and into Gardner. Martin's study.

Who will it be? Come late at night to discuss something? Lumian withdrew his gaze and left 11 Springswater Street in a state of dismay.

Market area, chaotic streets, Golden Rooster Hotel.

When Lumian went up to the second floor, he suddenly stepped on a thumping sound.

He slowly returned to room 207, lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned the back of his chair, sat down, and smiled at the hidden door.

Twenty or thirty seconds later, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the direction of Room 201.

The footsteps hesitated and then steadfast, and soon reached the outside of SCP-207, knocking softly on the door.

"Please come in." Lumian raised his chin slightly.

It was Laurent, dressed in a linen shirt and black trousers, a far cry from the formality of every outing.

After closing the door with her backhand, Laurent looked at Lumien and said:

"Monsieur Dubois, I would like to borrow 500 Feldin from you."

Lumian was stunned for a moment, a little unexpected.

He thought this guy was here to beg Ken himself not to reveal his true identity.

Who knows, actually came to borrow money!

"Why do you need 500 Filkin?" Lumian's expression didn't change at all.

Laurent said in a slightly deep voice:

"I'm about to become one of the deputy editors of Little Trier, and although I'm only the least qualified, I can't continue to live here, so I have to invite my colleagues to my house regularly and build good relationships with them.

"So, I want to borrow 500 Felkin to rent a good apartment in the observatory and memorial parish, take my mother to move there, and hurry up so that she can learn how to hold a small banquet

"When I get my salary, I will pay back the arrears in installments, what do you think is the better interest rate?

This is not only to borrow money to consolidate the work, but also to take the initiative to hand me the handle, and bring me some benefits by the way, so that I will not spoil his good deeds...... Lumian looked at Laurent a little higher, and said thoughtfully:

"I don't need interest, you're sure to be exposed to some noteworthy or surprising news, news and advertisements in Little Trier, and I want you to sort it out regularly and give me a copy."

As he spoke, Lumian took out his wallet and counted out five bills in the denomination of 100 Fergin:

"It's just going to be on this year." 2

Laurent secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"No problem."

After watching the speculator write an IOU, and leaving room 207, Lumian took out five heavy gold bars from his coat pocket and tossed them in his hand.

With this windfall, he has saved up 75,000 filkins worth of gold, as well as 2,000 filkins that have not been converted into gold and the remaining 4,000 filkins for activities.

"It won't be long before the contract of the Shadow of Armor is completed and summoned again......" Lumian played with the gold bar for a while, leaving the briefcase with the "torture" fist in the back chair, washing himself and going to bed, waiting for the nightmare that would inevitably come.

.......

In a daze, Lumian once again saw the beige façade of the Red Swan Castle stained with aged blood.

In a state of confusion, he walked in and arrived at the large living room where the game of King's Cake was played.

Miss Elose, the painter Mullen, and Cornell, editor-in-chief of the newspaper Little Tril, and other frequent guests at the Count of Puiver's banquets sat in the sofa area, as if waiting for Lumien to arrive.

Neither Laurent nor the temporary female companions of the other guests were there.

This makes the scene look like another salon or a salon from the past.

Lumian approached the sofa area step by step, and Count Puifer and the others stood up one after another, respectfully serving.

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty." They greeted in unison.

Lumian glanced at them coldly, almost instinctively:

"Huh?"

Count Puiver and the others were stunned for a second and said:

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Lumian bowed slightly, sat down on the single sofa, and watched as the guests sat down around him.

They chatted rambling, the topic divergent and vague.

Suddenly, Arnoli raised his right hand and scratched his face.

With a thud, he tore off a large chunk of skin, revealing the wriggling flesh and blackened tubes.

Almost at the same time, the painter Mullen and others either directly picked up a table knife and stabbed themselves in the heart, or bit the neck of their companions next to them.

In the blink of an eye, the entire living room became extremely bloody, and there were horrific scenes everywhere.

Lumien's thoughts were shocked, and what he saw immediately changed.

He was in another hall of the castle, guarding a coffin surrounded by countless lit white candles.

The coffin was made of bronze, and the surface was rusted, and I don't know how many years it had been there.

Lumian's heart rose with grief and helplessness like the loss of a loved one, and he slowly stretched out his right hand and tried to rub the bronze rust coffin.

At that moment, the lid of the coffin creaked open to the side, revealing a deep gap.

A palm with crimson near black veins protruding suddenly stretched out, holding a heart that was extremely dry but spilling a little blood.

The heart was still contracting and expanding gently, invisibly.

After seeing this withered heart, Lumian's mind was quickly confused, and he was infected with a certain madness.

His right palm was slightly hot, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

He was not at all surprised or panicked about the nightmare, calming his instinctively fast heartbeat while recalling the details of the nightmare.

Gradually, Lumian frowned.

In the first scene, most of the participants in the King's Cake game end up going crazy, either mutilating themselves or mutilating others, with three exceptions, until the scene changes, they are still normal people.

That one was Lumien himself, and the other was Count Puiver.

There is another one that Lumian did not expect:

That Miss Elose!

She's not as reserved and well-behaved as she appears, and she has her own secrets....... Lumian smiled silently.

As for what the bronze coffin, the corpse of the dead, and the dry heart in the second act scene represented, he couldn't decipher it at all, and could only guess that it might have something to do with the secrets of the Sauron family.

Like last time, Lumian had several more nightmares that night, but the clarity and completeness of the dreams gradually decreased.

By the time dawn came, the nightmare was completely gone.

After waking up, while his memory was still clear, Lumian hurriedly wrote down these situations into a letter and sent it to the "magician" lady.