According to Lumian's thinking, after arriving at Santa Port, the first thing that needs to be investigated is what happened to the sea prayer ceremony last year, and who people were involved, so as to find out the traces left by the two core members of "April Fool's Day", and lock their real identities step by step.

This is also the part that is most likely to be misled and dug into traps.

Without figuring out the details of last year's prank, Lumian doesn't need the help of the "Sword Knight" Arcana Jr. for the time being, so he can't help with that, right?

This is the news that it is locked down in Santa Harbor, and unless the "Sword Knight" happens to be here, there is nothing to help it do.

- Lumian had wanted to get a complete picture of the sea prayer ceremony and the details of last year's accident before arriving at Santa Port, but there was no place to inquire about it, it seemed to be a secret that belonged to this place, and the people who participated in the prank on the fringes of "April Fool's Day" were just making a splash and doing some scraps, only providing a small amount of information from their own perspective.

With a flick of his wrist, Lumian turned Ms. Magician's reply into a flaming fireball.

He stood up, walked out of the master bedroom of the suite, and said to Lugano, who was waiting in the living room, "Let's go get a local identity."

"You've used Louie. Berry checked into the hotel." Lugano thought for a moment, reminding Lumien.

Do you want to move out of here now?

Wouldn't that be a waste of a whole week's rent?

Thinking of the 10.5 gold riso, Lugano suddenly felt a little distressed.

Spending money is not a problem, but it can't be wasted!

As a bounty hunter who has lived a hard life for many years, he is still quite sensitive to money, otherwise he would not have had the cheekiness to ask Lumien for a "job" in the first place.

"What's wrong with that?" Lumien asked with a smile.

It was still hot in Santa Harbor in October, and he simply wore a linen shirt with brown trousers and a golden straw hat in his hand.

Lugano didn't know for a moment whether to say that he was mainly worried about money, so he changed his mind:

"Boss, I just went down the street to buy some newspapers and found rumors in Port Fallin that you hunted the 'Devil's Wizard'."

When he saw the news, Lugano rubbed his eyes several times, wondering if he was mistaken.

When did your boss kill the "Devil Wizard"?

How did I not know?

When he remembered the master bedroom that had been hit by artillery, he was skeptical.

"It's me." Lumien nodded slightly, responding to Lugano's words.

"........." Lugano briefly lost the ability to organize language.

After a few seconds, he forcibly suppressed his curiosity and made a sudden realization: "You have earned a bounty of 600,000 filkins, as well as all kinds of loot, no wonder you have been so generous these days... …」

No wonder I don't take the rent of twenty or thirty Felkin to heart.

"Those were donated." Lumian said simply.

"Why?" Lugano blurted out.

Lumian glanced at him.

Lugano suddenly closed his mouth and sneered, "It really needs to be moved from here," Louis said. Berry "is well-known in the Misty Sea, and it's easy to be targeted."

He accurately interpreted what the other party wanted to express from Lumian's eyes just now: Am I the boss, or are you the boss?

Do I need to give you an account for donating the bounty?

"Who told you to move out?" Lumien asked with a smile.

"Don't move away...... Lugano froze.

Lumian smiled meaningfully, "Otherwise, why do you think I didn't let the clergy of the 'Fool' Church, who helped collect the bounty, hide my identity for me?"

High-profile adventurer Louie. Berry is a flag he puts up on the surface, to see what it will attract.

Therefore, it is necessary to cooperate with an ordinary local identity hidden in the shadows

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"I, I thought you just wanted to talk to Gelman. Sparrow is as famous as ever." Lugano didn't know what his employer was doing, but he could tell it was not as simple as it seemed.

Lumian laughed, "Young people of our generation, who doesn't want to fight with Gelman. Sparrow is as famous as he is all over the world?"

This did satisfy his vanity, and was one of his purposes in preventing the Bishop of the Church of the Fool from being helped by Tyce, the Church of the Fools, to cover up the clues.

Only a superficial purpose, real enough to be believed, can conceal other hidden intentions.

"Uh......" Lugano had the feeling that he couldn't see his employer's true face and couldn't judge his ultimate goal.

He immediately sighed in his heart: "Hey, I'm just a "cultivator", a "doctor", a bounty hunter with many years of experience, and my mind can only be considered ordinary......

Lumien glanced at Ludwig, who was obediently nibbling on a potato omelette, and said, "Let's go."

After speaking, he pushed the coat rack to the dead end of his sight and hung up the golden straw hat in his hand.

If you look from inside the building opposite, you will see a man in a straw hat standing in the corner.

Leaving the Solo Hotel, Lumien walked along the gray-and-white slate street to the busiest bar street near the port district, with Lugano leading Ludwig close behind.

The streets are now old, full of houses with white walls and red tiles, and some of the buildings have four or five chairs at the doors, as in the village of Kordu, and a few old women are sitting in the sun, chatting, but not helping each other to catch lice.

When pedestrians pass by them, they will slow down their steps and reduce the sound of conversation, so as not to disturb the peace and tranquility.

According to Lumien's casual conversation with Francesco, the bartender at the bar on the ground floor of the "Asuka", this is a Fenerport-esque phenomenon influenced by the belief in "Mother Earth" and the importance of family traditions: "Old Grandmother Culture".

In each family, the grandmother with the highest rank and who has given birth to many children is the most respected, and is the undisputed "patriarch", who controls the life of each member of the family to a certain extent, and even if they go out of the house, they are also respected by outsiders, because such an old grandmother and mother are equal to the symbol of a big family, and the incarnation of the "Mother Earth Goddess" in that big family.

Religious beliefs and social traditions together guarantee such an old grandmother a special status.

Seeing this scene, Lumian couldn't help but think about a question:

In the province of Reston, married women who are the de facto heads of household are entitled to the title of "Madame", and the prefix "Na" is not influenced by the "grandmother culture" of Fenerport, which is a mountain away?

You know, the herdsmen and the merchants who come and go will inevitably bring back what they have seen and heard, and the transfer and business are ancient acts, which can be traced back to the arrival of the Liège Mountains and the settlement on its north and south sides, and the accumulation of time in thousands of years will definitely leave some indelible marks.

Walking through the old but peaceful streets, walking in the bright sunshine, Lumien was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the village of Cordu, to the busy season when the adults had either gone to the fields, or went up to the mountains to herd sheep or hunt, leaving only the old women and young children.

Trier, third level of the Catacombs.

Jana closed her eyes for a moment, but still didn't hear any sighs or other movements from the black "Krismona Nightpillar".

She checked the current state of the stand-in mirrors, cautiously approached the pillar with no signs of weather, and pressed her palm up.

The black pillar that held the roof of the cave was cold and metal-like, but it still felt rocky.

Jana's brain received nothing but this information.

"Still won't work." She shook her head at Franka again.

At the same time, she recalls hearing Chrissmanna's voice twice before, looking for common ground.

Once when she was promoted, and once when they were affected by some kind of power in that special mirror world in the Fourth Trilney.

common

The same point is that they are all in crisis, and they all have strong emotions.

"The danger of me becoming a 'witch' was suppressed by the sacrificial square, but it wasn't really big, the focus was on strong emotions?" Jaanna whispered a few words, trying to recall the things that made her miserable and tormented, and mobilized her emotions.

There is the death of the mother, the separation from the brother, the sight, the hearing, and the pain experienced.

Jana's mood fluctuated significantly, but she still didn't hear the illusory sigh, and she didn't feel the abnormality of the "Chrissmana Nightpillar".

Franka pondered, "Must there be a special event to trigger?"

"Possibly." Jana bit her lip lightly and said, "Why don't we try it on the fourth floor?" Lumian said that there was a ghost haunted by a suspected 'witch' after the death of an angel, and that should be Chrissmanna."

Franca's heart moved, "Yes, and that shadow is controlled by the seal, and it is not capable of attacking humans, well, provided that we strictly follow the rules of the catacombs."

After a brief discussion, the two of them went around to the "Night Pillar of Christmana", changed the candles, walked into the ancient mottled stone steps, and watched the piles of dark gray human head reliefs on the surface of the rock walls on both sides, step by step.

"It's a great place to tell ghost stories, and the atmosphere is amazing." Franka couldn't help but speak, to break the suffocating silence.

Janna glanced sideways at her and teased, "Are you scared?"

"How is that possible?" Franka replied stiffly.

Jane chuckled, "If you weren't afraid, you would tell ghost stories to scare me, but now you're just emotional, which shows that you mainly want to rely on your voice to strengthen your courage."

It's a waste of talent for you not to choose the "audience" route...... Do theater actors have to learn to figure out people? Franka was about to argue, but she had already finished the last of the ancient stone steps.

She and Jane felt depressed at the same time.

In the next second, a yellowish candle flame reflected in their eyes.

The candle flame did not belong to them, and it came from the distance on the fourth level of the catacombs, faintly peeking through.

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