The blue waves crashed at the bottom of the cliff and bloomed into white flowers.

Lumian walked up to the lighthouse, said to have been left by the Indisians when they first arrived on the island of Santis, and looked out over the ocean.

At this time, it is still a long time before night, and the crimson moonlight has not yet sprinkled here, creating a dreamy scene, so there are not many tourists to hang out at the lighthouse, and the surroundings are very quiet.

Lumian walked around the lighthouse in the style of the Russell period two or three times, and went in for nearly a quarter of an hour, but found no trace of the "devil's wizard".

He didn't expect to meet Bourman directly, after all, it was not yet time to appreciate the moonlight, he just wanted to see if the other party woke up last night and came here to remember the past, reminisce about his wife, calm his inner state, and find the motivation to continue walking.

"Young man, there's nothing to see here during the day, but it's completely different at night." The lighthouse keeper smoked a cigarette directly wrapped in roasted tobacco leaves, kindly reminding Lumien.

Lumian smiled and asked, "Will anyone come in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." The half-hundredman guarding the lighthouse said in a boastful tone, "Those playboys from Trier like nothing more than to bring girls here in the middle of the night to see the moonlight." ”

"Is there anyone who likes to wear a hood and pretend to be a wizard?" Lumian asked further.

The lighthouse keeper gave a look of reminiscence: "Occasionally, several times I thought it was a ghost."

"Did he come late last night?" The corners of Lumian's mouth curled slightly.

His substitution, his speculation, no problem!

It may have been a similar experience that made him more aware of Bourman's state of mind and paranoia.

"I don't know, I didn't see it anyway." The lighthouse keeper replied.

Lumian didn't ask much, and planned to come back after the early morning, two or three hours after the moonlight was at its most beautiful.

For the next three hours or so, he "visited" the truly famous food shops in Port Fallin, asking similar questions and failing to get any valid information.

It can be seen that the "devil wizard" Bourman is quite restrained in his normal state, not in that state of acting completely instinctively, rarely going to crowded places, and even if he has been there, he has done enough disguise.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumien arrived at the small steam train station in Port Fallin and bought a ticket to the volcanic mines of Andatna for 3 Ferkin.

If you want to go there and see the sunset, you have to go now

Woo, clang, the iron-black and rugged front of the car spewed out thick smoke, dragging the long carriage and running on the sleepers.

It gradually turned from slow to fast, like a huge giant finally overcoming its original inertia and mobilizing all its parts.

Lumien sat by the window, his golden straw hat in his hand, quietly admiring the retreating plantations.

Shortly after six o'clock, the train stopped outside the Andatna volcano mine.

Lumian put on his straw hat and didn't enter the mine, following the side road to the top of the volcano.

Gradually, the green began to thin out, and gray and black became the dominant color here, with the occasional reddish rock.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more barren it becomes, and the gray-black gravel sleeps silently in the wind.

Lacking in the woods and shrubs, Lumian's horizon was extremely wide, and he felt that there was a strange grandeur here, representing the grandeur of desolation and dead silence.

Lumian walked along the gray-and-black pale road trodden by travelers, and walked to the crater, which was a sparkly black color dotted with reddish depressions.

The temperature here is a little warmer than on the ground.

Woo, the wind walked unscrupulously in this place without any hindrance, blowing gray and black gravel and making humans stagger.

In such a scene, the sun that was about to set in the sky sprinkled a staggered golden and red light, making the desolation and dead silence seem to burn, and the sunken reddens became more and more intense.

Lumian pressed the straw hat on his head and walked along the crater for two or three hundred meters.

Suddenly, the wind at the top of the mountain subsided, and the thick of sand and gravel fell.

Lumian suddenly saw that outside the crater, on the gray-black slope wall below, in the last brilliant sunlight, there was a figure standing quietly.

Dressed in a black robe and with a deep hood, he watched intently as the golden sun sank little by little.

Lumian's expression did not change in any way, and he walked over step by step, without attacking directly.

Sensing his approach, the man in the black hood turned around, revealing his pale face with a few rotting wounds and a large patch of bleak fuzz.

This is exactly what "Devil Wizard" Bourman!

Probably because of this scenery and fond memories, Bourman, who was known for his madness, said with some weariness: "You have found this place."

Lumian, who always pressed the golden straw hat on his head so that it would not be blown away by the strong wind, laughed at himself and said, "If it weren't for the fact that I still have illusions and hopes, if it weren't for the fact that there are still many enemies waiting for me to find the past, I would too."

I often go back to the village of Cordu, to the nearest alpine meadow, where the grass is very green, a large patch, a large patch, with small pale yellow flowers, and many sheep walking, the sky is as blue as a jewel, and the white clouds that drift by from time to time are like flocks of sheep on the ground, and at night, there will be many stars, and they are dense, like diamond gravel at the bottom of a clear river.....

Standing in the burning sunlight and the grandeur of dead grey darkness, Lumian thought to himself of the village of Cordu and the alpine meadows.

Bourman didn't interrupt him, and when he finished speaking, his expression was in a trance, and he said with a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Helen and I thought that when we thought of coming here to see the sunset, we would buy a ticket and come immediately, but she never came again......"

And you don't even need to take the steam train....... Lumian sighed slowly, "What happened in the first place?"

The muscles of Bourman's face contorted, and his expression revealed undisguised pain: "We were deceived, there is something wrong with that treasure map, we have encountered a real sea monster!"

"Damn the archipelagos, Helen has always believed that they are used to cheating, and they like to be thugs, because there is no other way out, and all decent positions are occupied by pure intis, but we are so good to him, so believe him, he is still for money and others to deceive us!"

"I'm going to kill him, kill those liars, kill all the archipelagos!"

Lumian chuckled and said, "Among those who think they are noble, there are also fraudsters, and there are also those who sell their bodies, I never discriminate against the archipelago as a whole, but I am wary of individual archipelagos."

Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly had an idea: "The archipelago who deceived you was the 'thief' way?"

"Yes." Bourman's face twitched, as if he could hardly contain the anger in his heart.

"Scammer" playing? Lumian asked cautiously:

"Does he wear monocles or pinch the socket of this eye?"

He pointed to his right eye.

"Nope." Bourman didn't seem to quite understand why Lumian was asking.

Lumien breathed a sigh of relief: "What's his name?" Did you kill him?"

Bourman's pale face was bloodshot and drooped drops of rotten liquid: "His name is Mark. Benito!"

"After that, he disappeared, and I never found him!"

Lumian didn't provoke Bourman anymore and instead asked, "Which treasure were you looking for?"

"In the depths of the Misty Sea, there is an island where the people who live on it do not grow old and do not really die." "There is reason to believe that there is something very precious hidden on that island, and we don't want to be enemies of the islanders, we just want to sneak into the island and steal some elixir out." ”

He spoke a little messily and skipped a lot in between.

"This is very similar to the legend of the treasure of the 'Fountain of Youth'." Lumian thought for a moment, "The Great Adventurer series has already hinted that the Fountain of Youthfulness is a lie. ”

Bourman ignored him and continued: "We found some evidence and also obtained a map of the treasure to that island, who knows, the map, the map is fake!"

"The sea monster sabotaged our ship, and Helen got in my way so that I could use that particular sorcery...... I looked at her, watched her being torn in two by the sea monster, and looked at her with despair in my eyes.

Bourman gasped and couldn't go on.

"After that, you switched to the 'Grim Reaper' path?" Lumian changed the subject.

Bourman's cold flaxen eyes suddenly brightened: "Yes, only the god of death who is in charge of the realm of 'death' can bring Helen back to life!"

"In that treasure legend, many details also show that only death can live forever, and only by mastering the mystery of death can the deceased truly return! It's not that those islanders won't die, they'll come back to life!"

"Do you really believe in that treasure?" After Lumian asked this question, he already had the answer.

The half-mad Bourman will grasp every life-saving straw and believe every rumor that can bring Helen back to life.

"I believe it." Bourman nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Because, some time ago, I met people from that island, there really is such an island, there are really some islanders who will not grow old and will not really die!"

"Really?" Lumian blurted out.

Bulman's eyes were fanatical and he said: "I wanted to capture him, but I was defeated by him, he did not kill me, but was very sympathetic to my plight, and taught me some knowledge in the realm of the 'Grim Reaper', which hides the way to resurrection!"

"Damn liar, Fidel's waiter turned out to be a liar, I didn't want to try the resurrection ritual so soon, I wasn't quite ready, but he turned out to be a liar, I'm going to kill him! The archipelagos are liars! All going to die!"

Is it really someone from that island? It's not a liar again, is it? It turned out to be the matter of the fraudster Roddy that stimulated Bulman, well, and the influence of that islander......... Lumian narrowed his eyes and said, "What is that islander's name and what does it look like?"

Bourman was alert, looked at Lumian and said, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing this, Lumian sighed, put away the expression on his face, and said unusually calmly: "I'll kill you."

Bourman was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "For what? Bounty?"

Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, buried himself slightly, and replied in a low voice, "Punish your sins and end your suffering."

Bourman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a grim expression: "Then come on."