Franka was emotionally affected by Lumian's words, and echoed expectantly: "Then we will be equivalent to grabbing the fox's tail, and when the time comes, summon good helpers and strive to kill a few more core members of 'April Fool's Day'!"

As she spoke, she gritted her teeth a little.

Lumian and Franka have made all sorts of speculations and speculations about the role and role of "Salted Egg Superman" in last year's prank, but none of them have caught their eyes and felt that they had grasped the key.

"Phew, some important pieces of the puzzle are missing." Franka exhaled, "You'll see if you can catch more fish." ”

She's going to have to go back to Trier.

Lumian let out an "um" and asked thoughtfully, "How is your search for the descendants of the Tamara family?"

"Nothing has been gained yet, but the Lady of 'Judgment' plans to report this to the other big Arcana cards, and I hope they can help keep an eye on it." Franka gave a brief account of the situation on her side.

Lumian looked at her face and said, "I have a direction to investigate."

"What?" Franca's spirits lifted.

The corners of Lumian's mouth hooked slightly: "Check the other members of the Witch Sect in Trier."

Since some members of the Tamara family have close ties with the Witch Sect, and may even have formed a secret organization 'Gnosis Society', it is entirely possible that there are people among them who have directly joined the Witch Sect.

"Moreover, isn't the task given to you by the 'Judge' Lady to infiltrate the Witch Sect and figure out the current state and problems of the 'Primordial Witch'? Don't you investigate other witches, don't get information from them, and wait until you become a powerhouse of the level of the 'Red Witch'? When the time comes, how can there be so many extraordinary 'hunter' traits of angelic personalities to help you change back to your original gender?"

"Why the Red Witch?" Franka's instinctive focus was on the problem.

Lumien smiled, "Have you forgotten your nickname, lady 'Red Boots'!"

Franka smiled awkwardly: "Isn't that to create the characteristics of the characters, and then easily change them when they run away, which is significantly different from the description on the wanted notice?"

"Ahem, wouldn't it be too dangerous to investigate other witches under the nose of the 'Black Witch'?"

Lumian raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "What is the purpose of investigating the Tamara family?"

"Investigate the Man in the Mirror." Franka replied subconsciously.

Lumian asked again: "Investigate who is in the mirror and give the task."

"It's the Black Witch......" Franka snapped his mouth shut.

She then said to herself: "However, you still have to grasp the degree and falsify the source of the information, otherwise, you will still be suspected."

Without further ado, Lumian grabbed Franca's shoulders and planned to send her back to Trier.

Franka glanced at the window with the curtain drawn, and said eagerly, "Remember to ask me to do the things about visiting the Battle Nun in the future."

She arrived at Santa Port in the afternoon, and went out for a long time under the pseudonym "Chanem" she had taken and the appearance on Lumien's false identification, and quickly figured out the folklore and the style of the battle nuns by relying on her fluent highland language.

Lumian sneered, "Don't think about it, you can't get them pregnant."

Unconvinced, Franka replied, "Theoretically, it's not impossible, it's just dangerous, think about it, Lady Pualis."

Lumian was speechless.

"And life isn't just about having children...... "Franka continues to look for a reason.

Lumian exhaled silently, triggering the black mark on his right shoulder.

He took Franca, who was still talking, and disappeared into the master bedroom of the suite.

It didn't take long for Lumian to return to the same position he had left.

He shook his head and laughed at Franca, then sat down in the back chair again.

I have to say that being able to jokingly communicate with his friends for a while without any precautions, thinking of anything, and joking with his friends is still very helpful in soothing the pent-up emotions in his heart.

Lumian, who was relaxed again, leaned back in his chair and combed through the information and rhetoric of the sea prayer ceremony in his mind, trying to find details that might reveal the traces of the existence of "Salted Egg Superman", and confirm if there were any problems that he had overlooked.

As a "conspirator", Lumian didn't need to list the main points on paper, but relied on his eyes to show it, and all the information was distributed in his mind at the same time, connected into a huge cobweb, slowly turning and changing.

After a while, he sat up straight.

He found a breakthrough that might reveal the essence of the ritual of praying for the sea.

Lumian stood up and walked out of the master bedroom to see Ludwig at the dining table on the side of the living room, eating a potato omelet that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

He sat down across from the little boy and smiled as he pulled out the compound eyes of the mutant black spider, a spiritual material that did not contain extraordinary properties.

Brushing the floor, Ludwig raised his head and looked at Lumian.

"Can you eat this?" Lumian tossed the black compound eye.

Ludwig nodded heavily: "Yes."

Lumian was curious for a moment, and then took out his "peeping glasses" and said, "Can you eat this?"

"Not yet." Ludwig answered honestly.

Not yet, that is, maybe in the future? Lumian put away his "voyeuristic glasses" and placed the compound eyes of the mutant black spider on the table in front of him: "I would like to ask you to translate a sentence, if you can give me the right answer, then it is your food."

Gollum, Ludwig swallowed his saliva and said, "Okay."

Lumian reminisced about Lato. The strange language that Giaro spoke made a rattling sound.

He finally said, "That's about it."

Ludwig shook his head in disappointment: "I don't understand."

He paused and said, "But it seems that I have heard it somewhere, and it is a little familiar."

This is the time when the mind body is sealed, and most of the memories and knowledge are sealed? Under Ludwig's reluctant gaze, Lumian put the compound eyes of the mutant black spider back into the "traveler's bag".

Ludwig took a bite of the egg cake and muttered, "If you can find a creature that understands the language for me to eat, then I can translate it for you."

This is ....... Lumien asked with a little surprise: "Eating something can give it some ability or some knowledge?"

"There is a maintenance time, and it depends on the specific situation." Ludwig explained briefly, without going into detail.

Lumian nodded thoughtfully, "Can you tell the information about the Battings Black Worm because you ate that bug some time ago?"

"Hmm." Ludwig nodded, "It wanted to sneak up on me, and it waited a long time." ”

I thought you had recovered some of your memories and knowledge........ and sure enough, the paralyzing attack wasn't just aimed at Lugano, after all, it could turn into a trap at any moment........ Lumien got up, left the table, and walked back to the master bedroom under Ludwig's pitiful eyes.

He had nowhere to find Ludwig with the creature who understood the "language of the sea", and the Fishermen's Guild couldn't be sure if they were right.

After entering the master bedroom and closing the door, Lumian held the mentality of asking without losing anything, and said in a suppressed voice: "Themipolos, do you know the language, do you know what that sentence really means?"

The majestic cascading voice of Themipolos sounded in Lumian's ears: "Anyway, it doesn't mean 'marry the sea as proof of conquest.'"

With that, Themipolos regained his silence and did not explain to Lumian what he really meant.

Damn, you might as well not answer! Confirmed my suspicions, but without saying the real content! Hehe, will you just pretend to understand? Lumian cursed secretly, feeling that the angel of fate of Themipolos was becoming less and less direct and straightforward than he had been, and did not understand the art of speaking.

He gradually learned how to be angry!

Lumian calmed down, sat back in his chair, spread out the letterhead, and began to write to the "magician" lady.

With the mentality of recording what he saw and heard in Santa Port, he recounted what he saw and heard in Santa Port, and finally wrote down the words in what language he did not know belonged to in a patchwork pronunciation way, and gave the meaning of what the Fisheries Guild thought it was

"I will marry you, O sea, as a symbol of my conquest of you", and then made a request: "Ma'am, have you ever seen this language, and do you know what it really means?"

After folding the letter, Lumien arranged the ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger.

The "doll" messenger in a pale gold dress walked out of the candle flame, glanced left and right, and said menacingly: "Don't let that dirty kid come near me!"

"He's eating outside, and he won't come in without my permission." For some reason, Lumian heard a hint of hidden fear in the "doll" messenger's menacing words.

The "doll" messenger nodded in satisfaction: "You have to take care of it!"

"If it doesn't obey, don't give it food!"

It's a name....... Lumian smiled and said, "If I don't give him food, something even more terrifying will happen."

The "doll" messenger was silent for a moment and said, "Then give it more food!"

With that, the doll-like messenger quickly retracted into the candle flame with the folded letter paper.

Lumian finished the ceremony, extinguished the candle, looked at the door of the master bedroom, and muttered to himself, "It is indeed a dangerous creature that has been sealed."

He then took out the gold-shelled pocket watch he had obtained from the Breeze Ballroom and snapped it open to look at it.

His whole being turned into a shadow and melted into the darkness.

He's got some things to do tonight.

In the port area, the top floor of the castle-like building of the Fishermen's Guild.

When Lumien came to a place that looked like a tower, he saw Lato. Giaro was dressed in formal clothes and waited there.

"Are you on duty tonight?" Lumian pressed the golden straw hat on top of his head and asked casually with his friend.

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Originally, it wasn't, but you want to come over, that's it, you can't let the old man like the president come, right?"

Without further ado, Lumian unleashed one ball after another of red, near-white fireballs that exploded in a delayed manner, and threw them at different corners of the tower.

After completing this thing, he said to Lato. Giaro waved his hand and returned to the shadows.

Rato walked to the entrance to the tower, clenching his fists in fear.

Only thirty seconds passed, and those red and almost white fireballs exploded at the same time.

Thundered!

The entire tower was engulfed in flames, and Rato at the entrance was blown away by the shockwave.

A large number of shiny scales had already surfaced on his body to weaken the damage.

Thundered!

In less than half an hour, well-informed people throughout Santa Harbor knew about one thing: the Fisheries Guild had been bombed!