Chapter 550 The Source of Familiarity (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last two days) "Is it related to the 'Heavenly Master'?" Franca suddenly perked up. She immediately fell into doubt: "What did you hear and see in Trier in the Fourth Epoch that we didn't hear or see?" We were all together, except for the period before we met, but Janna shouldn’t have been unaware of that! Without waiting for Lumian to answer, Franka thought for a moment and said: "What are the aftereffects of using the 'Eye of Truth'?" She remembered Lumian's abnormality at that time. “Yes.” Lumian nodded, pulled over a chair and sat down, starting with the scene of two stones colliding, sparking sparks that ignited dry leaves and dead branches, and then all the voices were roaring “Tianshi”. The more Franka listened, the more focused she became. She didn't like to exchange a few words in the middle as usual. During this process, her eyes gradually became a little distant, as if she was reminiscing or gazing into the distance.
After Lumian finished speaking, she did not move for a long time, as if the mechanical doll had been paused. After more than ten seconds, Franka suddenly sat up straight, pinched her nose, and forced a smile: "Sure enough, the 'Tianshi' is from our world. “The fragments of civilization you received are very similar to some of the history of my country, but there are some differences... Maybe that is the real history hidden beneath the surface? "The 'Tianshi' is also trying to interfere and enter this world, and has a strong influence on the two paths of 'Peepers of Secrets' and 'Educators of Knowledge', just like the Tianzun has on the 'Fortune Tellers', 'Apprentices' and 'Thieves'? "The corruption of some monks in Deep Valley Monastery and the abnormal state of the 'Hidden Sage' are all related to the 'Heavenly Master'?" The more Franka spoke, the clearer her thoughts became, and her lake-blue eyes sparkled. "That's what I guessed as well." Lumian agreed with Franka's statement. Franka stood up quickly and paced back and forth as if no one was around, as if she was thinking about how to follow this clue and find out the truth about the time travel of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society members. A few minutes later, she said to herself: "The connection between the two worlds is closer than I expected, and it's not just through the Styx... "We should be able to find many traces of the interaction between the worlds..." Having said that, Franca stopped pacing and looked at Lumian: "When we become stronger and have accumulated enough gold, I want you to summon Chen Tu again, the armored shadow. He should have some understanding of the 'Heavenly Master'." "Okay." Lumian agreed. Franca fell silent again, as if she was recalling something. After a moment, she took out four brass metal sheets and handed them to Lumian: "The 'Language Comprehending' spell you want, the one with the most complex pattern can allow you to understand the languages of the southern continent. The others can only be used in the ancient Feysac language family. The opening spell is the word 'knowledge' in the ancient Hermes language." She and "Bear" completed the delivery of items through Ms. "Hela"'s courier, who was quite efficient. After Lumian gave Franca the money she had advanced, he "teleported" away from Trier and returned to Santa Port. Hearing no more noise outside, Janna cautiously opened the bedroom door and poked her head out: "Lumian is gone?" "Yes." Franca replied in a not very happy tone.
Janna glanced at her and didn't ask about what happened just now. She turned the topic to the stack of information related to the underground tomb. late at night. Franca returned to her room. After taking a look at the small analytical machine and the attached typewriter and radio transceiver, she did not sit down and start chatting as usual, but climbed directly onto the bed. She sat in the middle of the bed, her back against the pillow, hugged her legs, curled up, and looked at the red moon and stars outside the window with unfocused eyes. What Lumian said today made her recall the past again, but the more obvious her emotions were, the more she didn't want to show her vulnerability in front of others. She kept forcing herself to endure it and pretend that she had recovered. Only when there was no one around, until the night became quiet, and until the seemingly eternal stars appeared in the sky, did she take off her thick "armor" and immerse herself in that emotion, unable to extricate herself. After staring for an unknown amount of time, Franca lowered her head and buried her face between her knees. That night, she dreamed of many things. She dreamed of the broad shoulders that carried her forward when she was young, the white hair she saw in a trance, the dishes that were not very delicious but always suited her taste, the purest feelings in her youth, and herself who was called "the atmosphere livener" and "the one with a big heart" by everyone... Those twenty years of life flooded her mind in the form of fragments. She opened her eyes unconsciously and quietly felt the slight coolness on her face, not wanting to move at all. Suddenly, she remembered something: Previously, on the fourth level of the catacombs, she and Janna had met a man who seemed somewhat familiar to her. At the time, she thought that the original owner of the body had seen the other person before. Now, she finally remembered why she felt familiar with him: The man looked very much like the people from the country she traveled to before! Although he had made some modifications to his appearance so that Franka didn't make any associations at first, Franka was now very sure that his facial features and contours were different from those of the people she had seen in this world. They were softer and not deep enough! Suddenly, Franca sat up, thinking with fear and excitement: "Besides those of us who traveled through time with our souls, are there also those who traveled through time with their bodies? "Or, if you master the method, you can freely travel between the two worlds?" ………… After breakfast, Lumian entered the bathroom in the master bedroom and took out a low-level "Language Proficiency" spell from the "Traveler's Bag". "Knowledge!" He whispered the corresponding word in ancient Hermetic language. The brass-like talisman suddenly ignited with a bluish-green flame and soon disappeared. At the same time, Lumian felt that his mind became unusually clear. He seemed to have understood a lot of additional knowledge in an instant and mastered the origins of many words and their connections with each other. Today he was going to the oldest fishing village and might meet the "Governor of the Sea". He felt it necessary to quietly master the plateau language in order not to miss important clues! The effect of this talisman can last for seven days. After leaving the bedroom, Lumian took Ludwig and Lugano in a rented carriage to No. 21 San Lana Street, where they met Paco's grandmother Marta. She didn't look like she was in her sixties. Only fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, so she looked to be in her early fifties. Her eyes, nose, mouth and eyebrows did not show signs of old age and she had her own charm. At this time, the old lady with gray-black hair and light blue eyes was wearing a black widow-like dress, a dark old-fashioned soft hat, and her face was pale without a trace of blood. She was supported by two young maids and got into a four-wheeled, four-seater carriage. "Mr. Berry, thank you for your help." Rubio Paco nodded to Lumian who was standing next to the carriage. He will accompany his mother to Milo Village to meet the "Governor of the Sea". Lumian led Ludwig to Georgia: "Please help me look after him until I return from Milo Village."
The person who helped translate this time was Rubio. Georgia smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will prepare enough meals for him." She had discovered that the little boy ate as much as two or three adults, but as the godson of a great adventurer, it was understandable that he was a little special. Lumian was not worried at all whether Ludwig would be bullied at Paco's house. He pretended not to understand the plateau language and waited for Lugano to finish translating before saying: “One meal every two hours.” After saying that, he sat on the right side of the driver and did not enter the carriage. Seeing this, Lugano had no choice but to do the same and choose the left side of the driver. Before that, he carefully translated Lumian's last instructions. Although he didn't know what would happen if Ludwig was extremely hungry, he always felt that it would not be a good thing, so he emphasized it twice. When the carriage started moving slowly, Georgia suddenly grasped the key point of the translation: “Two hours for a meal? "Two hours?" The Paco family's carriage was driving on the street paved with gray and white cobblestones. Lumian leaned back against the wall of the carriage, retracted his right leg, and stepped on the edge of the driver's seat. Lugano glanced at him sideways, feeling a little uneasy. He was also an experienced bounty hunter and knew that there must be something wrong with such a seemingly ordinary and harmless mission that made Rubio willing to help his employer hide in Milo Village. Looking at the pedestrians on the street carrying cold weapons, Lugano's heart was sometimes up and sometimes down, always afraid that a few figures would suddenly jump out of the crowd and launch indiscriminate attacks on him and others. The sunshine in Santa Porto was still strong in October, and the streets that had just rained heavily at night had not yet completely dried up. Lugano was anxiously looking forward to arriving at Milo Village as soon as possible. He subconsciously looked at his employer again and found that Lumian had narrowed his eyes and lowered his straw hat, looking like he was taking a leisurely nap, and there was no sign of nervousness at all. Huh... With a strong man like him around, there shouldn't be any problem... Lugano comforted himself silently. The carriage headed north, out of Santa Port, and arrived at a village with its back against the remnant of the Dariege Mountains and facing the blue ocean. The fishing boats here are going out to sea one after another, and from time to time you can hear the loud singing and calls of seabirds. The buildings in Milo Village are all quite historical. The brown, yellow or beige exterior walls are all made of stone bricks. The lower part has turned black. The wooden components have been replaced, but weeds still grow there. On the side close to the mountain there is a small church belonging to the "Mother Earth", and opposite the fishing village pier is the residence of the "Governor of the Sea". It is four stories high, with a white background and gray bricks, a spire, a tower, and windows of bluish stained glass. It looks more like a church and a place of sacrifice than a human residence. Seeing that they had finally arrived at their destination without incident, Lugano breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the carriage. He saw two maids supporting old lady Marta, walking step by step towards the building where the "Governor of the Sea" was located, accompanied by Rubio Paco. At this moment, Lugano heard the voice of his employer: "Look at what disease that old lady has?" Uh... Lugano glanced at Lumian, who had stood beside him at some point and was wearing a golden straw hat, raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, activating his "clairvoyance". He stared at Madam Marta's back for a few seconds, and after she completely entered the residence of the "Governor of the Sea", he frowned and said: "The most obvious thing is excessive blood loss and a lack of vitality..."
Lugano paused, then hesitantly concluded: "It's more like an injury than an illness." PS: Please give me monthly tickets in the last two days of 2023~ (End of this chapter)