Chapter 540 Charm Franca and Janna's first reaction was to get out of the way quickly. In this deep underground, in the dead silence with corpses everywhere, it would be worthy of caution if they encountered any living person. But in the current situation, they have no way to avoid it, because they have to hold a lighted white candle to prevent themselves from being swallowed by the darkness of the underground tomb. In such an environment, the candlelight is so conspicuous that it can be seen from afar. Unless they get into an ancient tomb and completely close the door, they can truly hide themselves. Likewise, they did not dare to "go invisible" or hide in the shadows, unsure whether this would count as extinguishing the candle. After looking at each other, Franka and Janna chose to take a detour, trying to keep a sufficient distance from the candlelight coming from afar. In the depressing atmosphere where time seemed to have stopped, the two "witches" relied on the road signs and the black lines on the top of the cave, and moved forward cautiously towards the west on the spacious road where there were no bones of the dead and was surrounded by ancient tombs. When they were almost parallel to the candlelight, Franka turned her head and looked through the tunnel between the two ancient tombs. With her excellent dark-vision, she saw the man holding the burning candle. He was a man in a black robe, with dark black hair and a light layer of hair, soft profile, pale skin, dark brown eyes, and a feeling different from that of the Intis people. Feynapotter? They look similar, but there are still some differences... Why do I feel so familiar... When have I seen this person before? Did the original owner of this body see him before, and leave an impression deep in the memory fragments? Franca suddenly had the urge to go over and talk to him. She took a breath and endured it.
In a dead and dark environment like a catacombs, approaching strangers rashly is likely to cause unnecessary conflicts. Moreover, she had spent a lot of time investigating the original owner's cause of death and his experiences before his death, and was sure that there was nothing wrong and there was no need to worry about who he had met in the past. The man in the black robe also turned his head to look at the two "witches". Seeing that they had no intention of approaching, he continued to move forward and disappeared behind an ancient tomb. "He doesn't look like a college student." Janna looked away and ruled out an option. If the man just now was not a college student who entered the fourth floor of the catacombs simply out of curiosity and excitement, it means that he has his own, very clear purpose... Was he commissioned to find antiques, or was he here to pay homage to his ancestors who were buried in a tomb on this floor? Or was he a Beyonder who had a deep understanding of mysticism and came to study the special features of the catacombs and the composition of the seals? Or, like me and Janna, was he here to pursue the revelations given by the three night pillars? Franka's thoughts raced, and she thought of many possibilities. On the fourth level of the catacombs, there are two night pillars, namely the "Marian Night Pillar" and the "Leius Night Pillar". The former was the Pope of the "Goddess of Night" Church during the Fourth Epoch, and the latter was a follower of the ancient God of Death. They both perished in the "War of the Four Emperors" and in Trier in the Fourth Epoch. After telling Janna her analysis, Franca waved her right hand that was not holding the candle and said: "Don't worry about his purpose. Just make sure it doesn't affect our search for Christmenna's shadow." I didn't want to care. It was obviously you who considered a lot of possibilities... I felt your inner impulse. You really wanted to investigate that person just now... Based on her understanding of Franca, Janna keenly grasped her companion's thoughts, but she just laughed secretly and didn't expose it. Sometimes, Franka still cares about her reputation! After walking along the current path for nearly a quarter of an hour, they arrived at a natural cave called "Crazy Mushroom Cave". The entrance here is blocked by densely packed, pale and black mushrooms. "Why are there so many mushrooms?" Franca looked around curiously. Before Jannah could speak, she added: "Okay, okay, I know, now is not the time for exploration and adventure." "Fuck, I didn't stop you. Maybe the shadow of Christine is inside the mushroom cave." Janna, who had been feeling very depressed and confined since entering the fourth level of the catacombs, used dirty words to vent her inner discomfort. Franka was about to respond when she suddenly saw a figure standing at the corner ahead. The figure was wearing a simple and plain white robe, with smooth black hair, delicate features, and a holy temperament. She was so beautiful that she seemed to have walked out of human imagination. She was a woman, and just standing there, she formed a stark contrast to the darkness, silence and filth around her. Christine! This name flashed through Franca and Janna's minds at the same time.
They really encountered a shadow that looked like the high-sequence "witch" Christmena! After calming down, Janna stared at the figure and tried to speak in ancient Hermes: "Hello." The female figure, who was so beautiful that it seemed unreal but extremely eye-catching, had her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. This made her charm fully burst out. Both Janna and Franca were lost in that smile at this moment, with only one thought left in their minds: Close to her, close to her... They felt like moths, knowing that beauty was extremely dangerous, but still unable to resist wanting to get closer, wanting to get close. One step, two steps, three steps... the two "witches" walked towards the female figure in a simple white robe with fascinated eyes and amazed faces. After walking for a distance, Janna instinctively sighed and felt pity: “She looks so beautiful when she smiles, why did she sigh before? “What sad things happened to her? "sigh……" Janna woke up suddenly, and felt that the female figure in the white robe might not be the same as Christine who sighed and protected her and others, at least not completely the same! Her vision suddenly became clear, and she saw that the beautiful figure's soft black hair was all lifted up, and each strand became abnormally thick, with the tip cracked like a snake opening its mouth. The dark snake's mouth was facing Janna and Franca, as if waiting for them to get within touching distance. Janna was startled, and quickly grabbed Franca, whispering: "has a problem!" Franca was stunned for a moment, struggled for a few seconds, and finally broke free from that obsession. Seeing that they had all stopped completely, the holy figure in the white robe stared blankly for a few seconds, turned into a fork in the road, and disappeared into the darkness. Huh... Franka let out a breath and said in fear: "Why isn't there a rule in the catacombs' visiting rules that prohibits you from communicating with people who aren't holding candles?" "It may be that even if normal humans enter the fourth floor, they will be affected by the environment here and will not be able to suppress their fear. They will leave quickly and will not encounter these shadows." Janna was looking for an excuse. Franca glanced at her and said a little frustratedly: "You actually got rid of the charm of that female ghost earlier than I did." Janna briefly recounted the thoughts that had just flashed through her mind. "But I also heard Crismena's sighs and words in Trier in the Fourth Epoch..." Franca raised her right hand and touched her face. "Am I really more likely to be addicted to beauty?" At this point, she suddenly became confused: “Actually, I’ve always found it odd that the ‘Chrismena Night Pillar’ appeared in the catacombs. "The other two Night Pillars, one belongs to the former Pope Marianne of the Church of the Night, and the other is named after the ancient Death God's favored Leus. The latter is the 'Archon of Death', which fits in very well with the catacombs, while the former should be on the adjacent path of the 'Death God'. In other words, they are both closely related to death, destination, and the dead. Crismanna is the 'Witch of Disaster', which is obviously different from them. "I can understand that there is a giant pillar representing Crismana in Trier in the Fourth Epoch, because there is a special mirror world there, and there is the power of the 'Original Witch' left over from the 'Four Emperors' War. But when building the underground tomb, why did they include the 'Night Pillar of Crismana'? There were also angels who fell following the 'Blood Emperor', so why did they have to include Him?" Janna shook her head slowly and turned her gaze back to the place where the holy figure disappeared. She tried walking a distance toward that direction, and suddenly discovered that behind the place where the woman in white robe had originally stood was an ancient tomb. Unlike other tombs on the fourth level, its door is open.
………… After leaving Aquinas Street where the Solo Hotel was located, Lumian found an empty alley and threw the "lie" ear clip to Lugano. “Find someone who can fake your identity. Don’t use your current appearance.” Lumian pointed to the cafe across the street. “I’ll wait for you there.” "Yes, boss." Lugano was not embarrassed at all. Although he had never actually been to the city, he had several acquaintances living here. Moreover, he speaks fluent Plateau dialect. After watching the translator and guide complete his disguise and return the "lie", and then turn into the bar street, Lumian took Ludwig into the cafe where there was a bouquet of flowers on each table. At this time, the sun was shining brightly on the earth, making people passing by look lazy. Lumian was not at all nervous. Relying on the few words of the highland language he knew and gestures with his hands, he successfully ordered two cups of Toler coffee with milk, a Santa egg yolk puff pastry with cream on top, a roast pork and a stewed duck with pear sauce. Ludwig was pleased with this. Lumian drank his coffee and looked around, and found that the six or seven tables of guests in the cafe were all men and women on dates, mostly in their twenties, with only one middle-aged couple. With Lumian's hearing, it was not difficult for him to catch the content of the idle chatter at the nearby tables, but he could not understand most of it and could only extract a few words: "Ocean...Prayer...Get on the boat...Island..." Talking about next month's sea prayer ceremony? Lumian looked out the window. Two young men with long swords on their backs started arguing for some reason on the street, and they drew their swords on the spot, as if they were going to have a duel. (End of this chapter)