With a snap, Franka kicked away the bones of her hand that was trying to stop in front of her, tripping her down.

"Annoying, can't you change the trick?" She scolded and turned her head to look at the street sign next to her.

That means they've finally arrived at their destination.

Each level of the catacombs is too large to contain so many bones, and the street signs at each node can only show the seven or eight most iconic place names and the nearby burial chambers.

Unlike the fourth-floor burial chamber, which was largely closed and had no corpses and bones piled up on the road, it was littered with bones and decaying objects, with a faint, uncomfortable stench.

Jana's gaze looked beyond the pile of bones and saw several metal sheets embedded in the tomb wall, their surfaces were blurred, with signs of severe corrosion, and only faintly discerning the original inscription of the shield wall and the thorn symbol, and whether there were any other patterns, it was impossible to tell now.

"No wonder it's called 'The Tomb of Thorns and Shields.'" Seeing this, Franka sighed.

At the same time, in the light of the dim candlelight, she saw in the lattice of the wall of the tomb that there were some funerary goods, some of them made of wood, which had long since weathered and decayed, and some of which were glass and ceramic vessels, in the form of fragments, the only thing that was well preserved was a glass vial, which was inlaid with a hollow pattern like gold, with a unique golden lid, probably because of the protection of these metals, the glass vial was not broken, but only gray and not so transparent.

"It's beautiful, it's like a work of art." After Franca's evaluation, she wondered, "Why didn't the workers who built the catacombs take it?"

That looks like it's worth a lot of money!

"It may have been put into this burial chamber after the catacombs were built." Jane tried to explain.

The two "witches" didn't think much about it, and Jane took out one of the stand-in mirrors and handed it to Franca.

She leaped over the seemingly quiet but dangerous pile of bones, and landed like a feather in the doorway of the "Tomb of Thorns and Shields".

After confirming the situation around her, and not receiving a spiritual warning, Jaena cautiously approached the lattice on the side wall along the ground that was not covered by pale bones.

Instinctively, she reached out her right hand, retracted it again, and took an old handkerchief from her pocket, and placed it in the palm of her hand, without touching the antique tear bottle directly.

The tears in the tear bottle have long since dried up.

Janena looked at it for a while before putting away the tear bottle, returning the same way she came, jumping next to Franca.

"So easy to complete the commission?" She whispered, a little uncertainly.

It's completely different from the last time she picked up the disappearance of the janitor of the Deep Valley Monastery.

Franka sneered and said, "What more difficulty do you want for a commission of 1,000 Feldin?"

"Also, the difficulty is whether there is enough understanding of the hidden dangers of the third layer of tombs." Jane summed up her experience in earnest.

Solo Lodge.

Variable Return Louie. As soon as Berry-looking Lumian entered the antechamber, he saw the youthful brown-haired girl in a long dress with black stripes on a red background dancing in the corner, pausing from time to time to correct her movements.

Lumian thought about it, walked to the front desk, and took the opportunity to ask, "What is she doing?"

This time, he directly used the boss in the Indisian language, with gray hair, red cheekbones, and loose white robes, stunned for a moment, and returned to Daliege

Accent of Intis:

"She's my granddaughter, Isabella, and she's practicing the 'Dance of the Sea' that she's going to perform next month."

"Dance of the Sea" ....... The "Dance of the Sea" at the Sea Prayer Ceremony?Lumian didn't expect to get this answer, and reflexively smiled: "This will make many girls jealous, right?"

The boss showed a distinct smile: "This is not to become a 'maid of the sea', not so many people are jealous, but participating in the 'Dance of the Sea' performance is indeed something that can make her proud and happy for a long time."

While motioning for Lugano to take Ludwig back to the room, Lumien asked the boss casually: "You are from Daliege?"

"Yes, I'm a Guillaume." The boss laughed to himself, "Otta. Guillaume, when I saw your identification in the morning, I wanted to greet you in Intis, but in the end I gave up, as you know, Intis are not the same as good people, even in the same country, I have met several people of poor character. ”

"How long have you been in Santa Port?" Lumian asked with interest, propping up his right elbow on the table at the front desk.

Old Otta thought about it seriously: "Forty years, it should have been forty years, at that time, I was a fellow of a caravan, met my wife here, stayed, hehe, she has now become a nagging old lady, either worrying about how to arrange clothes after the cold, or telling me to go home for dinner, leave the hotel to the guys, she always arranges everything properly, I don't need to worry about it, how good, it is difficult to meet such a woman in Daliege."

Lumian listened to old Otta chatter for a while before turning to the topic: "I was invited by a friend to come to Santa Port to watch the sea prayer ceremony."

"It was lively, and the whole port was partying." Old Ota did not skimp on his praise.

Lumian glanced at Isabella, who was still practicing dance, and chatted "casually": "I heard that there was an accident at last year's prayer ceremony?"

"Nope." Old Otta replied with a puzzled expression, "I watched the Flower Boat Parade, the Boat Race, and the 'Sea Dance', and there was no surprise. ”

Speaking of this, he frowned and fell into memory: "However, Sandro did say that the number of shipwrecks has increased a lot this year, there have been more encounters with pirates, and the harvest of fishing is not as good as last year...... What an accident was there at last year's prayer ceremony? Vigil, or is it a matter of sea sacrifice? Those old guys from the Fishermen's Guild have kept the problem hidden?"

"Who is Sandro?" Lumien asked.

Old Otta smiled again: "It's my child, Isabella's father, who works as a clerk in the government, and his wife is a grammar school teacher."

Does the prayer ceremony at Santa Harbour really work? After being pranked by April Fools, the shelter effect has decreased? Naturally, some of the information he had obtained before flashed through Lumien's mind:

Of the three marginal members of April Fool's Day who participated in the prank, one went to Toler, the capital of the province of Gaia, to order a gold ring with a unique shape, one was responsible for bribing the fishermen's guild to deliver the lamb stuffed with the golden ring as a sacrifice to the special boat where the sea sacrifice was performed, and one disguised as a reporter followed the members of the fishermen's guild throughout the process, observing and recording their reactions.

- The expression of surprise, fear, and anger of the elderly when they heard the news made the participants of April Fool's Day happy for a long time.

Lumian asked a few more questions about the sea prayer ceremony, waved goodbye to old Horta, and walked upstairs to the suite.

Four p.m., Trier, Observatory District, near Purgatory Square.

Dressed in a hooded black robe and painted with a face like a "pompous woman", Jana followed the feedback given by the client and came to a street where funeral items were sold.

Most of the Trier people who come and go here are normal, but a small number of them wear white masks, carry unsharpened scythes, and wear black robes, pretending to be the undead messengers of folklore and wandering around, or sewing white skulls and other objects on their shoulders, which is very artistic......

Thanks to their presence, thanks to Trier's unique temperament, Janena, dressed as a wizard and wearing a hood, is not at all remarkable.

She stopped in the corner and pulled out the beautiful tear bottle.

Not long after, a person dressed similarly to her stopped in front of her and asked hoarsely, "How much is this tear bottle?"

"1000 Feldin." Jaanna was suddenly a little excited.

This is the first time she has actually completed a commission.

"1001 Filkin." The man dressed as a wizard offered to increase the price.

Seeing that the code was right, Jaina "insisted" that she only charge 1,000 Feldin.

When both parties had completed the confirmation, she handed the tear bottle to the other party, accepted the payment, and left the place.

The hooded man walked through the nearby street with a tear bottle in his hand, and spent nearly a quarter of an hour looping back to the Purgatory Square, to a chair on the edge.

There was a man sitting reading a newspaper.

The hooded man handed over the delicate tear bottle inlaid with a hollow gold pattern, and whispered: "I have completed your commission, will the money owed to you be offset?"

The man sitting on the road chair lowered the newspaper and raised his head.

He was dressed as a small clerk, with slightly curly black hair, deep-set eyes, dark eyes, thick lips, and a monocle made of crystal in his right eye.

"Mr. Monette?" The hooded man asked, in an assuring manner.

Monette took the tear bottle and gently rubbed the gold pattern on the surface, the corners of her mouth slowly hooked.

Solo Inn, in a suite on the fifth floor.

Lumian didn't go out all afternoon, sitting in a chaise longue and staggering to continue learning the highland language, occasionally flipping through travel books about the customs of the kingdom of Fenerport.

Towards evening, Lugano, who had gone downstairs to find someone to talk to, returned to his room.

He leaned closer to Lumian and lowered his voice, "Boss, there's a lady looking for you."

Madame ...... hear this term, and the hairs on Lumian's body stand on end at the same time, and the muscles of her back tense tightly.

Which "lady" is this?

After a second of delay, Lumien realized that the lady Lugano was talking about was a lady in the normal sense, not a "lady" from the otherworld.

"Which lady, what's the matter with me?" He sat up with apparent calm and asked about his translation.

Lugano shook his head and said, "She didn't say anything, she just said that there was something entrusted to the well-known adventurer Louis. Berry. ”

Lugano accented the phrase "well-known adventurer".