Chapter 571: The Pattern of "Ancestors" Lumian turned his head to look in the direction of the dock, and his body suddenly became thinner and melted into the shadow created by the moonlight. He followed the darkness, bypassed the guards at the door, and entered the religious building silently. Just as he passed through the foyer, he paused. He saw that deep in the dark "gauze", there were dwarfs about one meter tall with deformed heads, bulging eyes, and wrinkled skin like those of old men in their seventies or eighties. That was exactly the "little devil" mentioned by Juan Oro and others, a kind of sea family. At this time, these "little demons" were using their ability to sneak into the shadows. They were patrolling in groups of three or five in every dark corner of the "Governor of the Sea"'s mansion, preventing anyone from sneaking in. Lumian had dealt with them before and knew that these "little demons" were not very powerful. Apart from being able to blend into the shadows, they could also use the shadows to create illusions. He could easily take out a team of them. But no matter how easy it was, he couldn't guarantee that when he dealt with one team of "little demons", there would be no noise and no attention from other creatures in the building. Lumian concentrated his mind and looked at the area not covered by shadows. He found that in the crimson moonlight, there were many figures wandering in the void, sometimes appearing and sometimes hiding. They were fish covered in dark gray armor.
Their eyes are also bulging, like fleshy balls embedded in the two ends of the body, and in the gaps between the armored scales are hidden "thin lines" that look like condensed starlight. These strange fish roamed in the air, distributed in different areas, and from time to time they spit out a bubble from their mouths that contained invisible storms and spike-like cracks. A large number of bubbles exploded, and countless "spikes" mixed in the invisible storm swept around, setting a dangerous trap for the "guests" who arrived by "teleportation". At the junction of the hall and different corridors, guards in teams of three walked back and forth silently. Their expressions were normal and there seemed nothing strange about them, but Lumian just blinked and saw black insects covered with long and thin bristles crawling out from the back of their necks and the edges of their mouths. After checking the surroundings, the Batins black insects quickly retracted into the bodies of the guards. The eyes of the various marine life statues on the walls seemed to come alive, scanning various areas with self-awareness. "Just as Juan Oro said, there are a large number of different sea families here. It is indeed very difficult to sneak in silently." Lumian said to himself in his heart. He did not rush forward, but stayed in the lobby area, patiently waiting for an opportunity. In less than two minutes, a loud bang was heard at the dock. The red flames instantly rolled up and rushed into the air, illuminating every nearby window and making them tremble slightly. Whether it was the "little devil" patrolling in the shadows, the "armored fish" affecting the surrounding void, the Batins black worms controlling the guards, or the special creatures hidden in the eyes of the statues, they all instinctively turned their attention to the glass windows on the side close to the dock. Lumian moved. The noise just now was caused by him using a delayed explosion! He took advantage of the opportunity and swam through the shadows of the little demons, bypassing the area patrolled by the armored fish. Then, before other members of the sea clan noticed, he locked onto the innermost room in the hall based on the information given by Juan Oro. The black mark on his right shoulder emitted a faint light, and the whole person flashed directly to the door of the target room, then quickly turned into shadow and slipped inside through the crack in the door. What caught Lumian's eye were the numerous patterns and symbols engraved on the floor, ceiling, and walls. They looked like enlarged versions of the sacrificial ring patterns hand-painted by Juan Oro. Apart from that, there is nothing else. “During the vigil ceremony, certain species of sea creatures will come in here, shrink the patterns up and down, left and right, front and back, and etch them onto the ring embryo, and immerse it in special energy?” Lumian quickly looked around, left the shadows, and activated a black mark on his chest. There were almost invisible ripples on the surface of the surrounding walls, but they quickly subsided.
"Bottle of fiction"! Lumian "placed" the two connected rooms into the "Bottle of Fiction" and set the entry condition as "ordinary human". Then he hid by the door, which was the mouth of the "Bottle of Fiction", and deliberately made heavier footsteps. Almost at the same time, some kind of sea clan noticed the movement in this place. They thought of the explosion at the dock and the flames rising into the sky, and instantly realized that they and their group had just fallen into someone else's conspiracy and their attention had been diverted! They immediately called their companions such as the "Armored Monster Fish", the Batins Black Bug, and the "Little Devil", and asked them to immediately enter the location of the ring-making ceremony to check for possible enemies that might have sneaked in. These followers of the sea opened the door and tried to rush in by various means, but they all inexplicably returned to their original place, to the hall. The "armored fish" soon realized the nature of the problem and began to spit bubbles containing invisible storms into the entrance and exit of the "Bottle of Fiction". As they rushed over, intent on entering the room, Lumian had already transformed into a shadow creature, stuck to the gap at the bottom of the wooden door, quietly left the "Bottle of Fiction" and returned to the hall. What he just did was to attract the attention of the sea clans and create an opportunity for himself to move! Of course, a useful strategy should be used more than once! Moreover, it is difficult for the opponent to imagine that they will encounter the same strategy in a short period of time, and they will instinctively think that the enemy is likely to have other plans. Of course, by the third time, they would be overly wary of similar schemes and would see everything as a diversion, and Lumian would then be able to take the opposite approach. While the attention of these sea creatures was drawn to the "Bottle of Fiction", Lumian calmly avoided the area where the little demons gathered, went around the "Armored Monster Fish" to a corner of the hall, and used "Spirit World Shuttle" again. This time, his destination was the staircase leading to the basement. The guards there were also attracted into the hall. Lumian's figure just appeared at the entrance of the stairs, and immediately turned into a shadow, sneaking into the basement along the vast darkness. There are no guards or surveillance by the Sea Clan here, and it seems to be considered an unimportant area. It is just a place where the villagers of Milo Village pay respect to their ancestors. Lumian, who was in the state of a shadow creature, "naturally" had dark vision. He could roughly see the situation in the dark underground without creating a fireball: Because this place is located by the sea, the stone floors and walls are a bit damp, but thanks to the various supernatural powers that affect the building itself, there is no musty smell. In the very middle of the basement there is a dilapidated stone platform that was used to worship ancestors. There are a lot of signs of destruction around it, with only some unconnected lines, arcs and some patterns that cannot be seen in their original form remaining. "The complete symbols and patterns form the emblem of the ancestors of Milo Village? Or, is this a pattern with mystical function?" Lumian looked at it over and over again, finding it difficult to restore in his mind what it looked like when it was undamaged. But he felt that since Noelia of the Order of Plenty said that the symbols and patterns here could indicate something, he should be able to gain some information. What message could it be? Lumian remained in the form of a shadow creature, growing his body in the darkness and looking around. He frowned slightly and whispered silently: "Could it be that the Church of the Mother Earth has the ability to completely destroy this place, but still retains some of its remains? "Does this mean that the sea prayer ceremony also has some effect on them?" Lumian turned his gaze towards the stone platform used to worship the ancestors, and naturally recalled the details of the ring-making ceremony that Juan Oro had mentioned: After the "Ring of the Queen of the Sea" is made, it will be placed here for one hour to show respect for the ancestors. “Is it placed on this half-collapsed altar?” Lumian moved closer to the gray-black stone platform and found that there was no dust accumulated on it. All the remaining lines pointed to the blank space at the center of the circle. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he took out a gold Louis and placed it at the center of the circle on the altar. Nothing happened.
Lumian put away the gold Louis and replaced it with gold Risso, "secret-seeing glasses", "torture" gloves and other items, and placed them on the shelves in order. Still no changes. Lumian did not give up. He took out the silver-white "Lie" ear clip from his pocket and placed it on the blank space without lines on the stone platform. The next second, Lumian seemed to be pulled away from reality. He saw lines and arcs protruding from the depths of the stone platform. They were illusory and without substance, yet they existed in reality. Together with the remaining ones, they formed two patterns: One pattern is a layered door drawn with simple strokes, and the other is a disk with its surface divided into twelve grids of different sizes. It looks like a clock, but has only one pointer. Lumian stared at it intently and felt something attached to the "lie" ear clip. In the blink of an eye, the lines protruding from the interior of the stone platform ruins dimmed, receded, and shrank back to their original positions, and everything here returned to normal. “Are those two pictures representing the ancestors of Milo Village? Or are they the knowledge they gained when they first received revelation?” Lumian felt the sea clans rushing towards the basement, muttered something, grabbed the “Lie” ear clip, and “teleported” away directly. ………… Solo Hotel, master bedroom of the suite. As soon as Lumian’s figure was outlined, he immediately sat down and began to write a letter to Ms. Magician - he did not bother to check if there were any changes to the "Lies" ear clip, as he planned to send it to his Major Arcana card for review. After roughly restoring the patterns, symbols, structure of the sacrificial ring and the various situations he saw in the "Governor of the Sea" mansion, Lumian neatly folded several pieces of letter paper, arranged the ceremony, and summoned the "doll" messenger. Then he waited patiently for a reply. (End of this chapter)
