Lumian glanced sideways in the direction of the docks, his body thinning suddenly, dissolving into the shadows created by the moonlight.

He walked through the darkness, bypassing the guards at the door, and silently entered the rather religious building.

No sooner had he passed through the foyer than he paused.

He saw that in the depths of the dark "tulle", there were one short man after another with large heads, bulging eyes, wrinkled skin like an old man in his seventies or eighties, and a height of just over a meter.

That's Juan. The "little devil" in the mouth of Oro and others, a kind of sea family.

At this time, these "little demons" are taking advantage of their ability to sneak into the shadows, patrolling every part of the darkness in the mansion of the "Governor of the Sea" in groups of three or five, so that no one can take advantage of it to get inside.

Lumian has dealt with them, and knows that these "little demons" are not very powerful, except that they can blend into the shadows, that is, they can use the shadows to create illusions, and he can easily take out a team.

But no matter how easy it was, he couldn't guarantee that when he dealt with one of the "little demons", he wouldn't make a single movement and not be noticed by the other creatures in the building.

Lumien concentrated and surveyed the area that was not covered by shadows, and found that within the crimson moonlight, there were many figures floating in the void, sometimes appearing, sometimes hiding.

It was a fish covered in dark gray armor.

Their eyes are also bulging, like balls of flesh embedded in the ends of their bodies, and in the gaps of the armored scales hide "thin threads" like starlight condensation.

These strange fish roam in the air, distributed in different areas, and from time to time their mouths spit out a bubble containing an invisible storm and a spike-like crack.

A large number of bubbles exploded, and countless "spikes" swept around in the invisible storm, planting a dangerous trap for the "guests" who arrived by "teleportation".

At the junction of the hall and the different aisles, the three-person guards walked back and forth without making a sound, their expressions as usual, and they did not look strange, but Lumian only blinked his eyes, and saw black worms covered with slender bristles emerging from the back of their necks and the edges of their mouths.

The Batins' black bugs checked the surroundings and quickly retracted into the guards' bodies.

And the various sea creatures on the walls, their eyes seem to come to life, and they scan the various areas as if they are self-conscious.

"Sure enough, with Juan. As Oro said, there are a large number of different sea clans here, and it is indeed very difficult to sneak in silently. Lumian muttered to himself, and didn't rush forward, but stayed in the foyer area, patiently waiting for the opportunity.

In less than two minutes, there was a loud bang at the dock.

The crimson flames instantly tumbled and rose into the air, illuminating every nearby window and making them tremble slightly.

Whether it was the "Little Devil" patrolling the shadows, the "Armored Monster Fish" affecting the surrounding void, the Battings Black Worm controlling the guards, and the special creatures hiding in the statue's eyes, they all instinctively turned their attention to the glass window near the side of the dock.

Lumian moved.

The movement just now was created by him with a delayed explosion!

He seized the opportunity to swim through the shadows beside the "little devils" and around the area where the "armored monsters" patrolled.

Immediately afterwards, before the other sea clans noticed, he was under the opinion of Juan. The message given by Oro locked the innermost room in the hall.

The black mark on his right shoulder glowed, and the whole person flashed directly to the door of the target room, and then quickly shadowed, burrowing through the crack in the door.

Lumien's vision is greeted by the many patterns and symbols inscribed on the floor, ceiling, and walls, which are like Juan. Enlarged version of Oro's hand-painted sacrificial ring pattern.

Other than that, nothing else.

"During the vigil, certain types of sea clans will enter here, reduce and etch the patterns on the ring, and immerse them in special energy?" Lumian took a quick look around and stepped away from the shadows, triggering a black mark on his chest.

Nearly invisible waves of water swayed on the surface of the surrounding walls, but they quickly subsided.

"Imaginary Bottle"!

Lumian "put" the two rooms connected together into the "Bottle of Fiction", and set the conditions for entry to be "ordinary humans".

Then, he hid by the door, the mouth of the "imaginary bottle", and deliberately made a heavier footstep sound.

Almost at the same time, some kind of sea clan sensed the movement in this place.

They thought of the explosion on the dock and the skyrocketing fire, and instantly understood that they and the other group had just fallen victim to someone else's conspiracy and were distracted!

They immediately summon their companions, such as the "Armored Monster", the Battings Black Worm, and the "Little Devil", and tell them to immediately enter the Ring Ceremony to check for possible infiltrated enemies.

The clansmen of the sea opened the door and tried to run in in every way, but they all somehow returned to the same place, back to the hall.

The "armored monsters" quickly sensed the nature of the problem and began to spit bubbles containing an invisible storm into the entrance and exit of the "Imaginary Bottle".

By the time they had rushed into the room, Lumian had turned into a shadow creature, creaking against the gap at the bottom of the wooden door, quietly leaving the "Bottle of Fiction" and returning to the hall.

What he had just done was still attracting the attention of the sea clansmen and creating an opportunity for him to shift his position.

Of course, a good strategy should be used a few more times!

Moreover, it is difficult for the other side to think that they will encounter the same plan in a short time, and they will instinctively think that the enemy has other plans.

Of course, by the third time, they would be overly wary of similar schemes, seeing as if they were diverting their attention, and then Lumian would be able to do the opposite.

Taking advantage of the fact that the attention of these sea clans was drawn to the "Imaginary Bottle", Lumian did not hurry to avoid the area where the little demons gathered, and went around the corner of the hall from the vicinity of the "Armored Monster Fish", and used the "Spirit Travel" again.

This time, his destination is the staircase that leads to the basement.

The guards there were also drawn into the hall.

As soon as Lumien's figure sketched out at the entrance to the staircase, it immediately turned into a shadow and crept into the basement along the vast darkness.

There are no guards or sea clan monitoring here, and it seems to be considered an unimportant area, but it is only a place where the villagers of Milo Village pay their respects to their ancestors.

In the form of a shadow creature, Lumian "naturally" has dark vision, and can see roughly what is going on underneath the dark ground without creating a fireball: the stone floors and walls are a little damp due to the seaside, but thanks to the supernatural effects of the buildings themselves, there is no musty smell.

In the middle of the basement is a ruined, ancestor-like stone platform, surrounded by a large number of signs of destruction, with only a few disconnected lines, curves, and parts of the pattern that cannot be seen from the original.

"Complete symbols and patterns that make up the coat of arms of the ancestors of the village of Milo? Or is it a motif with occult effects?" Lumian looked at it over and over again, and it was difficult to recreate in his mind what it looked like when it was undamaged.

But he felt that since Noelia of the Order of Fertility said that the symbols and patterns here could reveal something, he should be able to gain some information.

What will be the message? Lumian remained a shadow creature, growing out of the darkness and looking around.

He frowned slightly, and whispered silently, "Could it be that the 'Mother Earth God' Church has the ability to completely destroy this place, but it still retains the remnants?"

"Does this mean that the sea prayer ceremony also has some kind of effect for them?"

Lumian set his eyes on the stone platform where the ancestors were worshipped, and naturally remembered Juan. The details of the ring-making ceremony that Oro said: After the "Ring of the Queen of the Sea" is made, it will be placed here for an hour to represent the respect for the ancestors.

"Is it on this half-broken altar?" Lumian approached the gray-black stone platform and found that there was no dust accumulation on it, and all the remaining lines pointed to the blank space in the center of the circle.

His heart moved, and he took out a gold louis and placed it in the center of the circle above the altar.

Nothing happened.

Lumian put away Kim Louis and replaced it with items such as Gilliso, "Voyeur Glasses", and "Torture" gloves, and placed them in turn.

Still nothing has changed.

Lumian didn't give up, and took out the silver-white "lie" ear clip from his coat pocket and placed it in the empty space on the surface of the stone platform.

In the next second, Lumien's whole person seemed to be withdrawn from reality.

He saw that in the depths of the stone platform, there were lines and arcs, which were illusory and distangible, but real, and connected with the original remnants to form two patterns: one was a cascading door drawn with a stick brush, and the other was a disc with a surface divided into twelve grids of different sizes, which resembled a clock, but had only one hand.

Lumian watched intently, feeling something attached to the "lie" ear clip.

In the blink of an eye, the lines that stood out from the inside of the wreckage of the stone platform dimmed, retreated, and retracted to their original positions, and everything here returned to its normal state.

"Those two just now are the patterns representing the ancestors of Milo Village? Or the knowledge they received when they were first revealed?" Lumian sensed that the sea clans were rushing towards the basement, and after muttering a word, he grabbed the "lie" ear clip and "teleported" away.

.......

Solo Lodge, in the master bedroom of the suite.

As soon as Lumien's figure was sketched, he sat down and began to write to the "Magician" lady—he did not bother to check what had changed in the "Lies" ear clips, and planned to send them to himself for inspection.

After roughly restoring the patterns, symbols, and structure of the sacrificial ring, as well as the various situations he saw in the residence of the "Governor of the Sea", Lumian neatly folded several pieces of letterhead, arranged the ritual, and summoned the "doll" messenger.

Then, he waited patiently for a reply.