Ludwig, who was eating roasted lamb chops, glanced at the ancient notebook and the note with the "Love Mantra" written on it, and said, "I can only tell you the year, the raw materials, and the manufacturing process of the paper."

There is no way to absorb the knowledge written on it and what is hidden.

"Okay." Lumian withdrew his hand in disappointment.

He "consulted" Ludwig purely with the mentality of asking and not losing anything.

With nothing to gain, he sat down in an easy chair, basking in the still bright sunshine, and flipped through the ancient notebooks with a large number of devilish legends.

The notebook was written purely in the Plateau language, otherwise someone like Flores, who had only attended elementary grammar school, would not have been able to read it.

Lumian, like that, reads with relish, and discovers that some legends are more wonderful than the horrors on the market, and send chills down the spine.

In it, a few incantations appeared from time to time, some of which were made up by people who did not understand anything, and had been changed many times, and some of which were slightly strange, and somewhat similar to "Napoli Disley", and Lumian did not dare to read them, but only recited them silently in his heart.

The first day of the voyage of the "Berry" was spent in such calm.

In the middle of the night, Lumien dreams of many beautiful images, which are interwoven into blushing stories that gradually push the emotions to the highest peak.

It was at this moment that Lumien awoke, and the sunlight outside the window seeped through the curtain, bringing a little light.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

Lumian lay on the bed, a little stunned.

The lack of ascetic patience in the dream makes some scenes seem unusually moving.

"Whew......." Lumian let out a sigh and laughed to himself, "I've almost forgotten that this isn't a gift, it's a curse." ”

Returning to the physical state of Thermipolos at six o'clock every morning is a good thing for him, most of the time, it can be associated with words such as not being afraid of serious injury, not being afraid of consumption, and having his own medical ability.

Although every time he resets his physical state, he inevitably recalls the disaster in the village of Cordu, and recalls his sister Aurel, but only before the end of the psychological treatment, he will be stinging and unbearable, and the pain will be unbearable, and then he will gradually become numb and adapt, and no longer have a particularly strong reaction, only occasionally feeling a little dull and empty.

Lumian rolled over and got out of bed, opened the curtains, and saw that the blue sea was in two completely different states: the sea on the right was far away, and at the junction there was a red sun just emerging from the edge, and on the left side was full of fog and rolling waves, and it was impossible to see the situation a hundred meters away.

Out of the master bedroom, Lumien noticed that Lugano had risen much earlier than usual, also looking out at the sea.

"You're in a good mood." Lumian said with a hint of teasing.

Lugano sneered: "The first time I went to the Furious Sea, I was a little excited, and I got up early."

Immediately afterward, he added: "Moreover, if I want to be your translator well, I must master Dutan as soon as possible."

On the coffee table in the room was placed a large number of Dutan books newly bought by Lumian in the port of Kolya as one of the main trading ports for the southern continent, the citizens of the port of Kolia had the actual need to learn the Dutan language, so that a trend was formed, there were all kinds of teaching materials to help beginners get started quickly and teachers who provided educational services at the door, Lumian easily got two sets of textbooks covering the elementary, middle and high stages, with supporting exercises, which was like when he was in Santa Port, he spent a lot of effort to get a few barely usable books.

Lumian clapped lightly twice: "Not bad."

Lugano turned to the half of the ocean with fog and waves, and said: "I heard from the sailors on the ship last night that there were many ships that tried to explore the sea in that direction, but none of them came back, and then, from time to time, one of those ships was seen quietly passing by at night, and there were no lights on board and no one on the side of the ship."

"They say it's the Furious Sea, and you can only sail in a safe lane, and don't think about taking unknown routes, which most of the time means unknown, irresistible dangers.

"Look, is there a sun rising over there, the sea is very calm, but if you really want to get out of the safe course and sail into that ocean, you may encounter a hurricane in the next second, or be hit by a lightning storm, or be directly sunburned by the sun, evaporated, hehe, this is all said by the sailors, I'm not sure if it's true or not."

Lumian nodded and said, "Inquire more about similar rumors."

Lugano, who was affirmed by his employer, was overjoyed and felt that he had found a direction to work towards.

The voyage in the Furious Sea went well, and neither Lumien, nor Ludwig nor Lugano caused any trouble.

Sometimes they see what is called a storm that can destroy a city, sometimes they witness a lightning spectacle like a forest, and sometimes they find that there is not a single fish in the whole sea, and the silence is as dead as the legendary underworld.

With the help of experienced captains, first mates and sailors, the "Berry" passed through these areas along a safe course.

A few days later, the ocean-going steamship arrived at the transit port of Khante Island, where it was refueled with coal and water, cleaned its machinery, replenished with light beer and various types of food, for two days.

"There doesn't seem to be much to produce on this island." Holding a guidebook from the port of Coglia, Lugano recalls the accounts of the passengers and sailors, "but with its outstanding geographical location and natural deep-water port, it is one of the main transit ports in the hands of the Kingdom of Fenerport." ”

Specialty? Does the devil count? Lumian muttered a few words, took out two gold riso, and gently turned them in his hand: "How about I go and taste the local home-brewed wine."

He went straight to the port's largest bar and asked for a pomegranate-coloured, sticky, and tangy local red wine, "Paja".

Soon, Lumien struck up a conversation with a few customers near the bar, and deliberately said to the one with a local accent, "I know a nice chick."

As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes and smiled ambiguously, "I'm going to go on a date with her later, and on a quiet night, can you tell me a few local popular horror stories?" Well, it doesn't have to be popular, it's scary enough, and there's a clear location, like, what horror happened in an empty house on such and such a street, hehe, I'll take her there for a date. ”

The local, with his beard stained with wet liquor, put down his beer glass made of oak and laughed, "It's mean, but I appreciate you!"

"A man against a woman is a war, and in order to win, any method can be used!"

The native recalled, "You can take her on a date at the edge of the forest outside the city, you know, the forest at night is always scary, and besides, there is a devil hiding in the forest of Hunter Island, probably more than one."

For as long as I can remember, the priests have been telling people not to go deep into that forest, not to think about going to the middle of the island to cut wood, because there are many dangers that hide.

"What is the danger? The priests didn't talk about it, but there were always people who told me who had seen devils in the forest with goat's horns and a bad smell of sulfur.

And those who have seen the devil with their own eyes are said to have died in the end, and they died without knowing why.

"How? There is no woman who is not afraid of the devil, no, my mother-in-law is not afraid, she is more terrible than the devil!"

How far has the devil's story of the island of Hunter evolved? It's a bit like the legend of the ghost of Montsourie, but meeting the ghost of Montsouris can kill the whole family, and the island of Khante does not have this obvious feature....... Lumian raised the glass of red wine, saluted the local, and said:

"I'm good-looking, but I don't think any chick would want to follow me to the edge of the forest outside the city on her first date, and it's still at night, and she's worried that I'm actually a criminal who likes to murder teenage girls, how about it, is there a legend of a serial killer? It's best to happen in town. ”

Based on Aurore's witchcraft notes and the information gathered over the past few months, Lumian knew that Sequence 9 of the "Devil's" path was "Criminal", Sequence 8 was "Cold-Blooded", and Sequence 7 was "Serial Killer".

And the sequence name of "Serial Killer" is known at a glance, and the corresponding extraordinary person will either actively or passively complete some serial killings regardless of whether he has mastered the "playing method" or not.

Although the devil of Hunter Island is obviously more than Sequence 7, and has long been out of the "serial killer" stage, if it is not a natural high-ranking person, it is the kind that has been promoted step by step, and has played the "serial killer" more or less clearly, then will it have a corresponding preference?

Whether it is a human being or a creature with a certain amount of intelligence, once you have indulged a certain desire, and you have not deliberately quit and controlled it in the future, you will inevitably retain this hobby.

Since humans can have a cup once in a while, the devil may also kill a few people once in a while to complete a serial murder event.

Furthermore, if Napledisley's commission was not fabricated for the purpose of reaching a verbal agreement, then the Devil of Khanty, or his descendants, would have been hidden among the human race.

The local man with his beard stained in beer thought for a while and said, "There are no serial killers, in a small place like ours, if there are continuous murders, the whole city will know about it."

Speaking of this, he paused and said, "Does it count as someone disappearing in the forest outside the city every year?"

Trier, Franca, Jaenna and Anthony have collected enough of the current Minister of Industry, Moran. Avigny's intelligence.

This includes a color photograph.

Photo of Moran. Avigni has the handsome and graceful feeling of the Indisians, and although he is older, he has more temperament.

He is nearly sixty years old, his black hair is gray, his facial features are upright, his eyes are dark gray, and his nasolabial folds are more obvious.

"Dark gray eyes are rare in Intis... Franka sighed.

She was halfway through her speech when she suddenly paused.

She remembered another person with dark gray eyes who was also in Intis: Clariss, the Black Witch.