Chapter 538 Reply Jenna also finished reading Lumian's letter and was silent for a few seconds before saying: “The source of the madness is really powerful… Lumian was affected for half a month without even realizing it…” It must be that the woman was not ill, otherwise everyone on the ship would have gone crazy. Janna thought about it and felt that if it were her, the result would be the same and nothing would change. “So, seals above level 2 are very powerful, but they are not suitable for use most of the time. Their mere existence will bring disaster to the humans around them.” Franka took the opportunity to teach her companion who had been a Beyonder for only half a year. She immediately told the matter to the "Judge" lady, not "007", because even if the emergency contact method was activated, it would still depend on luck to succeed. What if "007" was working overtime today and didn't go to that place? Normal contact would have to wait until after 10 o'clock in the evening. Under the premise that the source of madness may break out at any time and affect innocent people, Franka does not want to waste precious time to deal with it. Anyway, with the identity of Ms. "Judgement" in reality, she must have channels to contact the official extraordinary people of the Kingdom of Feynetport, so she will not have trouble finding people. She can wait until night and then inform "007" to take a two-pronged approach. After dealing with this matter, Franca and Janna took a rented carriage and arrived at the catacombs. They had all followed Lumian to the third floor and absorbed useful information from each other's experiences. They were not unfamiliar with the place at all and soon entered the small square with two sacrificial pillars, holding burning white candles. Janna pondered for a moment, and under Franka's puzzled gaze, she walked to the sacrificial pillar representing the "Eternal Sun", half-opened her arms, and spoke devoutly:
"Praise the sun!" She is seeking shelter. Franca watched this scene with a slight twitch of her lips, and said with a smile: "Why do you look more and more like Ciel, er, Lumian?" "Fuck! How am I like him?" Janna retorted habitually. "In terms of the flexibility of belief," Franka pointed out with a smile, "I just praised Mr. Fool and didn't go under the pillar to say anything about 'steam above'." Jana thought for a moment and said: “Because Lumian and I once truly believed in the Eternal Sun…” Having said this, she suddenly paused, her lips moved, and she cursed herself inwardly. Isn't this an admission that he and Lumian are indeed somewhat similar? Franka was just joking. After praising The Fool, she and Janna left the sacrificial square and walked towards the entrance to the fourth floor where the Night Pillar of Christmenna was located. Thanks to the information provided by Lumian, they easily avoided the "obstruction" of the skeletons on the road and moved forward slowly in the dark environment, relying on the dim candlelight. As they were walking, Franca suddenly had an idea: "Do we really have to hold the lit white candles in our hands? Can we put them on our heads, or make a lantern and put it inside? Will this also have the effect of protecting us?" Jenna was already used to Franca's occasional strange words and thoughts, so she responded casually: "You can try." After weighing the consequences of a failed attempt, Franka laughed dryly: "Forget it, there's no need to be curious about this kind of thing." She looked at Janna beside her and changed the subject: "Why are you dressed like this?" Now Janna is wearing a black dress and a dark soft hat. It looks good but does not reflect her youthfulness. Instead, she looks a bit more mature which is not suitable for her age. Janna instinctively looked around and confirmed that there were no other dim candlelights before she whispered:
"I'm playing the role of a 'witch', making myself more profound and mysterious." Wearing a black robe and an attached hood might be closer to the general human perception of a witch, but it would easily arouse suspicion from the witch sect, so Jannah compromised. "You've worked very hard." Franka instantly understood the whole story and nodded approvingly. Janna asked: "What about you? After Gardner's death, you have no one to digest your 'pleasure' with, right?" When others said this, Franca was already thick-skinned and didn't care, but when Janna mentioned this, she felt embarrassed instinctively and coughed twice and said: "It's easy to find one. If that doesn't work, I can find a chance to push Browne away and see if she'll still make things difficult for me. Hehe, if she feels real pleasure, she might invite me to join her..." Franca suddenly closed her mouth and wanted to raise her right hand and slap herself. How could I tell Jana this? Do you still want the image? Franka quickly cleared her throat and said: “Besides, this is an opportunity.” "Opportunity?" Janna expressed confusion. Franka nodded seriously: "Relying solely on sex and physical pleasure can indeed slowly digest the potion, and it also fits with the feminine nature of 'witch'. But I always feel that the connotation of 'pleasure' should not be limited to this. While I don't have someone to have physical pleasure with, I want to calm down and slowly experience and explore other possibilities. "For example, if a man likes me, he will be happy to see me and feel happy just to be with me, but he can't really get me. Every time we meet, he will fall into the pain of wanting but not getting me. In this way, the side of the 'witch' that brings disaster and pain is reflected in the joy... "Fuck, I hate women like this the most!" As Franca spoke, she became angry. Janna was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and her body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. She was trying very hard to hold back her laughter. "Probably, about the same, that's the meaning anyway." Franka ended the conversation forcefully, not wanting to discuss the topic any further. Under the dim light of the candle, as they turned around a new tomb built using ancient tombs, Franka suddenly frowned, wondering if she had just missed an opportunity: "If I sigh and complain about the indigestion caused by not having a pleasure partner, and act a little pitiful, will Janna sympathize with me and offer to help me? "Ahhhh, I was too stubborn just now! "No, she might recommend Lumian to me..." While Franka was daydreaming, she did not relax her vigilance towards her surroundings, especially the messy skeletons piled on the roadside. Finally, she and Janna saw the "Chrismona Night Pillar" made of black marble that supported the top of the cave. It has no patterns or symbols, nor any signs of weathering or corrosion. "It is indeed very similar to the one in Trier in the Fourth Epoch, but it is not as huge and more like the tip." Franka observed for a few seconds and made a simple comment. She turned to ask Jenna: "Any special feelings?" Janna frowned slightly and shook her head slowly: "No." ………… In the Solo Hotel, Puerto Santa, Gaia Province, Feynaport Kingdom. Lumian soon received a reply from the "Magician": "Have you experienced the horror of a Level 1 Sealed Artifact? "No matter how many times I tell you about this kind of thing, it won't be as impressive as if you experienced it yourself. "That should be the power of the high-order 'audience' pathway, constantly modifying the thoughts and cognition of the people around. So, remember that sentence, 'Be careful of the audience'...
"That sealed object has other powers. I am not sure whether it belongs to the evil gods outside. Anyway, you don't have to participate in tracking and capturing her. You can't participate. We will communicate with Mr. Moon and the Church of Mother Earth." Seeing this, Lumian muttered silently: "I don't want to get involved, but this kind of thing is not something I can decide. With my physical condition, sometimes I can't avoid it even if I want to." It was as if he and the sealed object were actually on the same boat, heading to the same destination. At the same time, Lumian discovered a message from the arrangement of the "Magician": Mr. "Moon" of the "Tarot Club" has a close relationship with the "Mother Earth" Church. After thinking for a moment, Lumian continued to read the letter in his hand: "We are also investigating the existence of Easter Island. The people in charge are Mr. 'Hanged Man' and Ms. 'Hermit'. They have some guesses about this, but they can't confirm it yet. If we need your assistance later, we will inform you in advance and ask for your consent. But don't think about looking for Easter Island now. It's very dangerous. Remember, it's very dangerous... "The death mark is a mark left in the essence of death. Normal humans can only leave one, but if you reach a certain sequence through certain paths, you can leave many. This mark will be eroded by death, gradually dissolve, and eventually be completely assimilated by death. The higher the status in life, the stronger the ability to resist this dissolution, and the longer you can last. The same is true for those with special abilities. For ordinary mid- and low-sequence Beyonders, after a few years, a dozen years, or even decades, the corresponding death mark will no longer exist. "It is almost impossible to set up a ritual to summon the Death Mark. Even a Sequence 0 True God doesn't dare to get close to the essence of death, let alone a ritual like that. "I think the evil spirit 'Arden' summoned by Boorman is very problematic. I even suspect that Boorman's mental condition became worse, not from meeting Harrison, a resident of Easter Island, but from summoning that evil spirit and killing it. "Perhaps, the evil spirit of 'Arden' is not dead." The "Arden" evil spirit that was easily killed by Burman left a trace of blood but did not die? What kind of ghost story is this... The "magician" lady also doesn't know what kind of creature the "Arden" evil spirit is... Lumian recalled Burman's situation and didn't think there was anything unusual. That was the behavior of a half-crazy person who was forced to change his path. Ms. Magician wrote at the end of the letter: "Be careful when investigating in Santa Port. If you encounter any problems, you can ask the 'Knight of the Sword' for help." Not yet... Lumian replied in his mind. Because he had no clues and didn't understand anything at the moment. Even if he wrote to the "Knight of the Sword", he didn't know what to ask or what kind of help he wanted. (End of this chapter)