"Something to do with the 'Heavenly Master'?" Franka suddenly perked up.

She then fell into doubt: "In the Quaternary Trier, what do you hear and see and we don't hear and don't see?"

Everyone is together, unless it's the time before we meet, but Jaanna shouldn't know!

Without waiting for Lumien to answer, Franka pondered for a moment, "The aftermath of using the 'True Eye'?"

She remembered Lumian's anomaly at the time.

"Yes." Lumien nodded, pulled over a chair and sat down, and from the image of two stones colliding, inspiring sparks, igniting dry leaves and dead branches, all the voices were roaring "Heavenly Master".

The more Franka listened, the more attentive she became, and she didn't like to talk to each other as much as she usually did.

In this process, her eyes gradually withdrew a little, as if she was reminiscing and looking at it from afar.

By the time Lumian finished speaking, she didn't move for a long time, as if the mechanical puppet had been pressed the pause button.

After more than ten seconds, Franka suddenly sat up straight, pinched her nose, and forcibly squeezed out a few smiles: "Sure enough, 'Heavenly Master' is our world."

"The fragments of civilization you receive are similar to parts of my country's history, but with some differences...... Maybe that's the real history hidden beneath the surface?"

"The Celestial Master is also trying to intervene and enter this world, and has a strong influence on the two paths of 'Voyeur' and 'Knowledge', just like that Celestial Venerable is to 'Fortune Teller', 'Apprentice' and 'Thief'?"

"The depravity of some of the monks in the Deep Valley Monastery and the abnormality of the state of the 'Hidden Sage' are all related to the 'Heavenly Master'?"

The more Franka spoke, the clearer her thoughts became, and her lake-colored eyes sparkled.

"That's what I guessed, too." Lumian agreed with Franca's claims.

Franka stood to her feet, pacing back and forth as if no one was around, as if to figure out how to follow the line and find out the truth about the crossing of the members of the Curly Baboon Research Society.

After a few minutes, she said to herself:

"The two worlds are more connected than I expected, and not just through that river ...... Styx"

"We should still be able to find a lot of traces of world interaction... ….”

Speaking of this, Franka stopped pacing and looked at Lumian: "When we are a little stronger and have saved enough gold, I think you can summon Chen Di again, it is that armor ghost, he should also have a certain understanding of the 'Heavenly Master'."

"Okay." Lumian agreed.

Franka was silent again, not knowing what she remembered.

After a moment, she took out four brass-colored metal sheets and handed them to Lumian: "The 'Fluent Language' charm you want, the one with the most complex pattern can make you understand the languages of the Southern Continent, the others can only be used in the ancient Fersak language family, and the opening spell is the word 'knowledge' in the ancient Hermetic language."

She and "Bear" were able to complete the delivery of the items through Ms. "Hela's" messenger, and the other party was quite efficient.

After giving her the money that Franka had advanced, Lumien "teleported" out of Trier and returned to Santa Port.

Hearing that there was no movement outside, Janna cautiously opened the bedroom door and poked her head out: "Lumian is gone?"

"Yes." Franka replied not too emotionally.

Jaina glanced at her, not asking about what had just happened, and turned the conversation to the stack of materials related to the underground burial chamber.

Late at night.

Franka returned to her room.

After glancing at the small analyzer and the accompanying typewriter and radio transceiver, she didn't sit down and start chatting as usual, but climbed straight into bed.

She sat in the middle of the bed, her back to the pillow, her legs folded, curled up, and stared out the window at the red moon and stars.

What Lumian said today made her fall into the reminiscence of the past again, but the more obvious the emotional fluctuations, the more she didn't want to show her vulnerability in front of others, and kept forcibly enduring it, pretending that she had recovered.

When there was no one else around, when the night became quiet, and when those seemingly eternal stars appeared in the sky, she took off her thick "armor" and immersed herself in that emotion.

After looking at it for an unknown amount of time, Franka lowered her head and buried her face between her knees.

This night, she dreamed a lot, dreamed of the broad shoulders that carried her constantly moving forward when she was young, dreamed of the white hair on her sideburns that she saw in a trance, dreamed of the dishes that were not very delicious but always the most suitable for herself, dreamed of the purest mood of her youth, and dreamed of herself who was called "active atmosphere" and "big heart"... …“

Those twenty years of life flooded her mind in the form of fragments, making her unconsciously open her eyes, quietly feel the slight coolness of her face, and not want to move.

Suddenly, she remembered something: she and Jane had met a man who made her feel a little familiar to her on the fourth floor of the catacombs.

At the time, she thought that the original owner of the body had seen each other before, but now, she finally remembered why she felt familiar: that man was very similar to the people of the country before she traveled through!

Although he made some modifications to his appearance, which made Franca not think of it immediately, but now Franka is very sure that his facial features and his contours are different from the races she has seen in this world, softer and not deep enough!

After brushing the floor, Franka sat up, frightened and excited, thinking, "In addition to those of us who wear souls, there are also those who have crossed through the flesh?"

"Or, if you have the means, you can travel between the two worlds freely?"

After breakfast, Lumien entered the bathroom in the master bedroom and pulled out a low-level "Speak Language" charm from the "Traveler's Bag".

"Knowledge!" He whispered the words in Ancient Hermes.

The brass-like charm suddenly ignited a blue-green flame and quickly vanished.

At the same time, Lumian's mind became unusually clear, and he seemed to understand a lot of additional knowledge in an instant, grasping the origin of many words and the connections between them.

Today he was going to the oldest fishing village, and with the possibility of meeting the "Governor of the Sea", he felt the need to let himself quietly master the Tachiland language, so as not to miss important clues!

And the effect of this spell lasts for seven days.

Out of the bedroom, Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano in a taxi carriage to 21 rue Saint-Lana, where he met Marta, the grandmother of the Paco family.

She doesn't look like she is in her sixties, she only has thin wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she looks like she is in her early fifties, and her eyes, nose, mouth and eyebrows do not look old, and she has a charm of her own.

At this time, the old lady, with gray hair and light blue eyes, dressed in a black widow-like dress and a dark old-fashioned soft hat, and her face was so pale that there was no blood at all, that she was supported by two young maids and got into a four-wheeled carriage.

"Mr. Berry, excuse me." Ruvio. Paco nodded to Lumien, who was standing next to the carriage.

He would accompany his mother to the village of Milo to meet the "Governor of the Sea".

Lumien led Ludwig to Giorgia: "Please help me take care of him, waiting for me to come back from the village of Milo."

This time it was Ruvio who helped translate.

Giorgia smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will prepare enough meals for him."

She had already discovered that the little boy had the appetite of two or three adults, but as the godson of a great adventurer, it was understandable that he was a little special.

Lumien was not at all worried about whether Ludwig would be bullied at the Paco house, he pretended not to understand Altitude and waited for Lugano to finish translating before saying, "Meals every two hours."

After saying that, he sat on the right side of the coachman, and did not enter the carriage, and Lugano saw this, so he had to choose the left side of the coachman, as he did.

Before that, he carefully translated Lumian's last advice.

He didn't know what would happen to Ludwig when he was hungry, but he always felt that it wouldn't be a good thing, so he repeated it twice.

It wasn't until the carriage drove slowly that Giorgia suddenly grasped the point of the translator's words just now: "One meal in two hours?"

"Two hours?"

The carriage of the Paco family drove down the gray-and-white slate street, and Lumian leaned against the wall of the carriage, retracted his right leg, and stepped on the edge of the coachman's seat.

Lugano glanced sideways at him, a little apprehensive in his heart.

He was also an experienced bounty hunter, and knew that there must be something wrong with a mission that seemed ordinary and not dangerous, but made Ruvio willing to help his employer hide in the village of Milo.

Looking at the pedestrians with cold weapons on the street, Lugano was always afraid that a few figures would suddenly pop up in the crowd and launch indiscriminate attacks on himself and others.

The October sun in Puerto Santa was still fierce, and the streets, which had just rained heavily during the night, had not yet completely dried out, and Lugano was anxiously looking forward to arriving at the village of Milo as soon as possible.

He subconsciously looked at his employer again, and found that Lumian had squinted his eyes at some point, lowered his straw hat, and looked like he was taking a leisurely rest, and he didn't see any nervousness at all.

Call...... There should be no problem with a strong man like him....... Lugano silently soothed himself.

The carriage headed north, out of Santa Port, to a village backed by the remaining stretch of the Dariege Mountains and facing the blue ocean.

Fishing boats are heading out to sea, and sometimes you can hear loud songs and seabirds.

The buildings in the village of Milo are quite historical, with brown, yellow or beige facades all made of stone bricks, the lower part is blackened, and the wooden components have been replaced, but weeds still grow.

On the other side of the hill there is a chapel belonging to the "Mother Earth Goddess", and directly across from the fishing village pier is the residence of the "Governor of the Sea".

It is four stories high, gray brick on a white background, with spires, towers, and blueish stained glass, like churches and places of sacrifice that are better than human dwellings.

Seeing that he had finally arrived at his destination and that nothing had happened on the way, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out of the carriage, and saw two maids supporting the old lady Marta, walking step by step towards the building where the "Governor of the Sea" was located. Paco was by his side.

At that moment, Lugano heard his employer's voice: "What kind of disease does that old lady have?"

Belch...... Lugano glanced at Lumien, who was standing beside him at some point, wearing a golden straw hat, raised his hand and tapped his forehead, turning on the "Spiritual Vision".

He stared at the back of Old Madam Marta for a few seconds, and after the other party completely entered the mansion of the "Governor of the Sea", he frowned and said, "The most obvious thing is that there is too much blood loss and thin vitality..."

Lugano paused for a moment, hesitated and concluded: "It's not like being sick, it's more like being injured."