Faintly, Lumian saw bubbles gushing out of the pitch-black liquid soaked in most of the blood-colored devil's body, glowing brown and green, like tree nodules.

The bubbles burst in an instant, reflecting brilliant colors and blending into the pitch-black liquid.

Lumian felt something was wrong and wanted to close his eyes and not see these details, but in his dream, he couldn't control himself comfortably.

In the depths of the pitch-black liquid, there seemed to be a hidden figure, which was slightly raising its head and looking at the blood-colored devil.

On the surface of this figure's body, wet tree nodules, either brownish-green or light brown, stood out, reminding Lumian of Susanna. Matisse, Suzanne in a state of "fallen dryad". Matisse.

But the difference between the two is that Susanna. Matisse's tree tumors, branches, leaves, flowers and bones grew from his body and were integrated with the original, while the current figure of the tree tumors were more like stabbing out of flesh and blood, from internal organs, dyed with blood, wanton publicity.

In the dream, Lumian subconsciously raised his right hand, wiped the corner of his eye, and found that the back of his hand was bright red.

His eyes were bleeding at some point, and there was a blurred red in his vision.

In the blur, the overall outline of the figure appeared.

It seems to grow on a giant brown-green tree, pierced by branches, eroded by tree nodules, and covered with flower bones, dripping viscous liquid.

A strong burning sensation appeared in Lumian's chest, making him instinctively close his eyes in his dreams.

But that's still a slow step.

Bang!

Lumien's eyes exploded, and sharp pain rushed into his mind.

He finally woke up, curled up in pain, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

The tentacles were flat, sticky and moist, and the smell of blood was pervasive.

As an "ascetic", as someone who had been seriously injured many times, it took Lumien several minutes to recover from the pain that had made him faint at any moment.

He groped his way to sit up, his eyes opening naturally.

It's dark.

There is no crimson moonlight, and there is no outline of the various furniture in the bedroom.

He couldn't see anything.

Lumian raised his hand again and touched his eye sockets very lightly, and found that both eyeballs were "deflated" and visibly shattered.

"Is this something you shouldn't see, your eyes are blowing?" Lumian laughed to himself.

And he saw it in a dream, and it wasn't what he wanted to see!

He thought back for a moment, and felt that if it hadn't been for the stress of the "Fool" seal on his body or the urging of Themipolos, he would have closed his eyes in time, and it might have been more than just his eyes that had been blown up.

Lumian wiped the tip of his nose, unsurprisingly feeling the wetness and smelling the smell of rust.

He was in a good mood and whispered: "Fortunately, what flows down should be blood, no brains."

This is a blessing, a blessing to survive the disaster.

Compared to the tragic state of his head, Lumian's body was almost not traumatic, but a little out of strength.

He leaned on the edge of the bed, stood up, and in a state that was neither visible nor smelly, relying on the "hunter's" grasp of all the details of the home environment and the existence of the map in his head, he easily bypassed the chair, opened the bedroom door, entered the living room, and knocked on the servant's room.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Startled, Lugano hurriedly opened the wooden door, wearing a cotton shirt and underpants that served as pajamas.

He feared that he would encounter another terrible thing like Father Montserrat.

In the next second, in the light of the crimson moonlight, he saw Lumian's blood-stained face, and saw the rather hollow blood-colored eyes stuffed with broken fragments.

"What.......'s going on here, what's going on?" Lugano asked, stammering.

Who branded the employer like this?

Who can beat him like this?

Why don't we "teleport" out of here first?

Lumian calmly pointed to his eyes, "Heal it."

"Okay." Lugano first subconsciously replied, and then said in embarrassment, "The eyeballs have become like this, there is no way to cure them, so I can only find another suitable transplant." ”

Lumian endured the pain and said calmly: "No, just stop the bleeding and stop the pain."

"Okay." Lugano did not dare to argue, and as instructed by his employer, he stretched out his left palm, which shimmered with a glimmer of light.

With the touch of his palm and the simple handling of the scalpel, Lumien's eyes were cool, and the pain was no longer as unbearable as it had been before.

Of course, he still couldn't see it.

"You can go back to sleep." With a wave of his hand, as if he had not lost his sight, Lumian put one hand in his pocket, stepped over the Dutan textbook that had been brought to the carpet by Ludwig, and walked unhurriedly to the easy chair, lay down on it, and shook it gently.

Lugano looked at it nervously and doubtfully for a while, and went back to bed, but he couldn't sleep.

When the morning sun shone on the edge of the sea, the "doctor" jerked over and got out of bed, deciding to get a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

As soon as he left the room, he saw his employer moving his body, his green eyes were bright, and there was no trace of trauma.

"You, are you alright?" Lugano was stunned.

Lumian replied with a bright smile, "Yes."

"....." Lugano couldn't find words for a while.

What does an employer rely on to make the eyeballs grow again?

What kind of monster is this......

As his doctor, my role is only to stop bleeding and relieve pain?

Lumian didn't pay attention to the servant's psychological changes, returned to the master bedroom, opened the curtains, spread out the paper, and picked up the dark black absorbent pen.

"Still not cautious enough......" he sighed suddenly.

After choosing to accept the warning of the two ice-blue eyes of the devil and preparing to leave the island with the "Berry", he thought that there was no danger, so he did not rush to write to the "magician" lady, planning to observe the follow-up and wait until he was completely out of this port.

Who knows, I had such a terrible and dangerous dream last night!

Lumian first suspected that a certain ice-blue eyed devil suddenly entered a state of uncontrollability and secretly exerted influence on him, and then thought that he was secretly polluted when he saw the blood-colored devil and saw the pitch-black liquid with "peeping glasses", and waited until he fell asleep and entered the dream, and then completely exploded.

Reining his thoughts, he wrote down everything he had seen and heard on the island of Khanty, except for the name "Napoledisley" with the phrase "love spell".

At the end of the letter, Lumien wrote sincerely:

"Maybe I've met too many devils recently, and I feel that the accumulated pollution is a bit too much, and I want to receive a treatment."

Immediately afterward, Lumian set up the ritual and summoned the "doll" messenger and handed over the letter paper that had been folded into squares.

The "doll" messenger stretched out his right hand to answer the letter, and at the same time covered his nose with his left palm and said: "You stepped on the smelliest thing in the world!"

"It stinks, it stinks!

"It's dirty, it's dirty!"

After holding the letter paper between two fingers, the "doll" messenger quickly disappeared into the room.

Lumian waited for a while, and saw that the "magician" lady did not reply immediately, and planned to go somewhere else first to see if he could get a little "treatment".

It was the cathedral of the "Mother Earth Goddess" church in Khant Harbour, which he had visited yesterday.

Early in the morning, before the work begins, many believers are here to listen to the sermon.

The sermon was preached by the ice-blue-eyed clergyman in the prime of life yesterday.

It interprets a certain doctrine in the holy scriptures, and divergently talks about the same origin of good and evil, which cannot be separated, and the promotion of good and suppression of evil.

Isn't it a little strange that you, a devil, are talking about this? Lumian sneered, sat in the first row, and listened casually.

He soon felt that the church was alive and well, with plants growing around, mushrooms growing in the dark, and the smell of wheat and milk calming his mind.

Before he knew it, Lumien found that his life was a little more vigorous.

Each of the major Orthodox Churches has its own goodness....... He sighed silently.

After five or six minutes, the ice-blue-eyed clergy finished the sermon and came to him, smiling gently: "Young people who are willing to follow advice will always have a bright future."

"Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"

Is this a hint to me, "I'm glad that I stopped asking around, no longer exploring the forest, no longer looking for people with ice blue eyes" since yesterday noon?, Lumian looked at the clergy with ice blue eyes and put away his raised hands, and thought for a moment, "But I had a terrible dream last night, and I almost died from it.

"What dream?" The ice-blue eyed clergyman asked kindly.

"What do you call it, Bishop?" Lumian didn't answer the rhetorical question.

"Newman." The ice-blue-eyed clergy uttered their names in human society.

Lumian briefly talked about the bloody devil, the pitch-black liquid, the blurred figure, and the branches and nodules in the dream, but did not say what kind of damage he suffered in the end.

Bishop Newman listened quietly, stared at Lumian for a few seconds, and said, "Would you like to listen to my sermon?"

"Okay." Lumian also wanted to hear what the ice-blue-eyed devil would have to say.

Newman opened the sacred text in his arms and said in a magnetic voice: "There are two abysses, one is physical, the entrance is somewhere in the real world, and the other is spiritual, the entrance is in the depths of each of our hearts.

"These two abysses are sometimes separated, but many times they are one.

"Good intentions and evil thoughts come from the same origin, and we will inevitably have evil thoughts such as jealousy, hatred, destruction, greed, harm, arrogance, etc., which is very normal and not sin.

But if we kill out of jealousy, out of hatred, out of greed, out of arrogance, and commit all kinds of sins, then our souls will gradually sink into the abyss of our hearts.

"When the time comes, you can only repent to your mother, as you do now.

"Merciful Mother, I have fallen into the abyss of evil....."

Lumi listened quietly and understood what Bishop Newman was talking about: he had made a mistake in arrogance.

Having taken many active adventures before and not encountering any major problems, he underestimated the dangers hidden in high-level things.

He stood up and raised his hands high: "I see."

"Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"

Newman nodded in satisfaction.

Back on the Berry, Lumian saw the reply folded into cubes.

The letter contained a spiritual coordinate and a sentence: "This is the end of the matter on Khante Island, find time to go here for treatment."