Chapter 531 Treasure Legend The blue waves hit the bottom of the cliff and bloomed into white flowers. Lumian walked to the lighthouse that was said to have been left behind by the Intis people when they first arrived on Saintik Island, and looked out at the ocean in the distance. It was still a long time before nightfall, and the crimson moonlight had not yet shone here to create a dreamy and blurry scene, so there were not many tourists wandering around the lighthouse, and the surroundings were very quiet. Lumian walked around the lighthouse, which had a distinct Roselle-era style, two or three times and visited it for nearly a quarter of an hour, but found no traces of the "devil wizard" left behind. He did not expect to meet Boorman directly. After all, it was not yet time to appreciate the moonlight. He just wanted to see if he had come here after waking up last night to reminisce about the past, remember his wife, calm his heart, and find the motivation to keep going. "Young man, there's nothing to see here during the day. It's completely different at night." The lighthouse keeper, smoking a local cigarette made directly from roasted tobacco leaves, kindly reminded Lumian. Lumian asked with a smile: "Will someone come in the middle of the night?" "Yes." The fifty-year-old man who guards the lighthouse boasted, "Those playboys from Trier like to bring girls here to watch the moonlight in the middle of the night." "Is there anyone who likes to put on a hood and pretend to be a wizard?" Lumian asked further.
The lighthouse keeper showed a nostalgic expression: "Occasionally, there are times when I thought it was a ghost." "Did he come here late last night?" Lumian's lips curled up slightly. There is nothing wrong with his substitution and his speculation! Perhaps it was the similar experiences that allowed him to better understand Boorman's mental state and paranoid thoughts. "I don't know, I didn't see it anyway," the lighthouse keeper replied. Lumian didn't ask any more questions, planning to come back and take a look during the two or three hours after midnight when the moonlight was the most beautiful. Over the next three hours, he "visited" all the truly famous food stores in Port Farin, asking similar questions but failing to obtain any useful information. From this we can see that the "Devil Wizard" Boorman is relatively restrained in normal circumstances. He is not in a state of acting completely on instinct. He seldom goes to crowded places, and even if he has been there, he has done sufficient disguise. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the small steam train station in Farin Port and bought a ticket to the Andatna Volcanic Mine for 3 Felgin. If you want to go there to watch the sunset, you have to set off now. With clang and clang, the rough iron-black front of the train spewed out thick smoke, dragging the long carriage as it ran over the sleepers. It gradually speeded up, like a huge giant that finally overcame its original inertia and mobilized all its parts. Lumian sat by the window, holding a golden straw hat, quietly admiring the plantations that kept receding into the distance. At around six o'clock, the train stopped outside the Andatena volcano mine. Lumian put on his straw hat and walked along the road next to it to the top of the volcano instead of entering the mine. Gradually, the green began to become sparse, and gray and black became the main colors here. Occasionally, a few rocks with a red hue could be seen. The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more desolate it becomes, with gray-black sand sleeping silently in the whistling wind. Because there were no trees or bushes blocking the view, Lumian's vision was extremely broad, and he felt that there was a strange sense of grandeur here, a grandeur that represented desolation and death. Following the whitish road trampled by travelers between the gray and black main tones, Lumian walked step by step to the crater. The lower inner side was coal black, dotted with reddish depressions.
The temperature here is a little warmer than on the ground. Woo, the wind is walking unscrupulously in this place where there is no obstruction, blowing up the gray and black sand and making humans stagger. In such a scene, the sun, which is about to set in the sky, casts golden and red rays of light, making the desolation and deathly silence seem to burn, and the sunken red part becomes more intense. Lumian held the straw hat on his head and walked two or three hundred meters along the crater. Suddenly, the wind on the top of the mountain died down, and the dense sand and gravel fell down. Lumian immediately saw a figure standing quietly on the gray-black sloping wall outside the crater, in the last bright sunlight. He was wearing a black robe and a deep hood, and was staring intently at the golden-red sun as it sank slowly. Lumian's expression didn't change at all. He walked over step by step without launching an immediate attack. Sensing his approach, the man in the black hood turned around, revealing a pale face with several rotten wounds and large patches of pale fur. This is none other than the “Devil Wizard” Boorman! Perhaps because of this kind of scenery and beautiful memories, the famously crazy Boorman actually spoke with a bit of fatigue: "You actually found this place." Lumien, who was holding down his golden straw hat to prevent it from being blown away by the strong wind, laughed at himself and said: "If I didn't still have fantasies and hopes, if I didn't have many enemies waiting for me to find them, I would often go back to Koldu Village, back to the nearest alpine meadow, where the grass is very green, large patches of it, with small pale yellow flowers blooming, and many sheep walking around. The sky is as blue as a gem, and the white clouds that drift by from time to time are like flocks of sheep on the ground. At night, there will be many stars, they are densely packed, like diamond gravel at the bottom of a clear river..." Standing in the burning sunlight and the vast dead silence of gray and black, Lumian recalled the village of Cordu and the alpine meadow. Boorman did not interrupt him. He waited until he finished speaking, then said with a dazed expression and a smile that was uglier than crying: "Helen and I thought that whenever we wanted to come here to watch the sunset, we could just buy a ticket and come right over, but she never came again..." And you don’t even need to take the steam train… Lumian sighed slowly: "What accident happened at that time?" Boorman's facial muscles twisted, and his expression showed undisguised pain: “We were tricked, there was something wrong with the treasure map, and we encountered a real sea monster! "Damn the islanders, Helen has always believed that they are used to defrauding and like to be thugs because they have no other way out. All the decent positions are occupied by pure Intis people, but we are so good to him and trust him so much, but he still teamed up with others to deceive us for money! "I'm going to kill him, kill those liars, kill all the people from the Isles!" Lumian chuckled and said: "Among those Trier people who think they are noble, there are also fraudsters and prostitutes. I never discriminate against the islanders as a whole, but I am wary of individual islanders." At this point, Lumian suddenly had an inspiration: "The islander who deceived you was from the 'thief' route?" "Yes." Boorman's face twitched, and he seemed unable to control his inner anger. "Swindler" is acting? Lumian asked cautiously: "Does he wear a monocle, or has a habit of pinching the socket of this eye?" He pointed to his right eye. "No." Bulman didn't seem to understand why Lumian asked that. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief: "What was his name? Did you kill him?"
Boorman's pale face suddenly became red with blood, and drops of rotten liquid flowed out: "His name is Marc Benito! "After that, he disappeared and I never found him!" Lumian stopped provoking Bulman and asked: "Which treasure were you after?" "Deep in the foggy sea, there is an island where people never age or die." Boorman recalled the treasure rumors he had collected. "There is reason to believe that there are very precious things hidden on that island. We have no intention of making enemies with the islanders. We just hope to sneak into the island and steal some elixirs of immortality." His speech was somewhat disorganized, and he skipped a lot of content. "This is very similar to the legend of the treasure of the 'Fountain of Youth'." Lumian thought for a moment and said, "The 'Adventurer' series of novels has already hinted that the 'Fountain of Youth' is a lie." Boorman ignored him and continued: “We found some evidence and also obtained a treasure map to that island, but who knew, the map, the map was fake! "The sea monster destroyed our ship. In order to let me use that special witchcraft, Helen stood in front of me... I looked at her, watching her being torn into two by the sea monster, and seeing despair in her eyes..." Boorman gasped and could not continue. "After that, you switched to the 'Death' path?" Lumian changed the subject. Boorman's cold flaxen eyes suddenly became bright: "Yes, only the god of death who controls the realm of death can revive Helen! "In the legend of the treasure, many details also indicate that only the god of death can achieve immortality. Only by mastering the secret of death can the dead truly return! Those islanders will not never die, but will be resurrected!" "Do you really believe in that treasure?" After Lumian asked this question, he already had the answer. Half-crazed Boorman will grasp at every straw, believing every rumor that could bring Helen back to life. "I believe it." Boorman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because, some time ago I met people from that island. There really is such an island, and there really are some islanders who will never grow old and will never really die!" "Really?" Lumian asked. Boorman said with a fanatical look in his eyes: "I wanted to catch him, but he defeated me. He didn't kill me. Instead, he felt sorry for my situation and taught me some knowledge about the 'God of Death' field, which contained a way to resurrect! "Damn liar, Fidel's waiter turned out to be a liar. I didn't want to try the resurrection ritual so soon. I wasn't fully prepared yet, but he turned out to be a liar. I'm going to kill him! The people of the islands are all liars! They all have to die!" Is he really from that island? Is he another liar? It was the incident involving the swindler Rody that stimulated Boorman. Well, there was also the influence of the islander... Lumian narrowed his eyes and said: "What's the islander's name and what does he look like?" Boorman suddenly became alert and looked at Lumian and said: "What are you doing here?" Seeing this, Lumian sighed, put away his expression, and said in an unusually calm tone: "I'm here to kill you." Boorman was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "For what? The reward?" Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, lowered his body slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Punish you for your sins and end your suffering." Boorman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a grim expression: "Then come on."
(End of this chapter)