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 unknowingly affected for half a month..."
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, Sealed Artifacts 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 this matter to Ms. "Judge" instead of "007", because even if the emergency contact method was activated, it would still depend on luck to be successful. What if "007" was working overtime today and didn't go to that place? And 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 inform "007" and 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 Franca's puzzled gaze, she walked to the sacrificial pillar representing the "Eternal Sun", half-opened her arms, and said devoutly: "Praise the Sun!"
She is seeking shelter.
Franca watched this scene with a slight twitch in her mouth, and said with a smile: "Why are you becoming 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'."
Janna thought for a moment and said, "Because Lumian and I once truly believed in the 'Eternal Blazing 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 somewhat alike
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 walked, Franca suddenly had an idea: "Do you think we must 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 strange words and thoughts, so she responded casually: "You can try."
After weighing the consequences of a failed attempt, Franka laughed dryly: "Forget it, forget it. There's no need to be curious about this kind of thing."
She looked at Janna next to 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.
Jenna 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 look 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.
Jana asked, "What about you? You haven't digested Gardner's death yet."
"Pleasure" object?"
When others said that, Franca was already thick-skinned enough to not care, but when Janna mentioned it, she felt embarrassed instinctively. She coughed twice and said, "It's easy to find someone if you really want to. If it doesn't work, I can find a chance to push Brownes away and see if this guy still makes things difficult for me. Hehe, if she feels real pleasure, maybe she will invite me to join her..."
Franca suddenly closed her mouth, wishing she could 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 things in bed and physical pleasure can indeed slowly digest the potion, and it also fits with the feminine characteristics of 'witch'. But I always feel that the connotation of 'pleasure' should not be limited to this. Now that I don't have an object of physical pleasure, 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 cannot 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, more or less, 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, Franca 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?"
"Ahh, I was too arrogant 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 "Chrismena Night Pillar" made of black marble that supported the ceiling 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 it for a few seconds and made a simple comment.
She turned to ask Janna: "Do you feel anything special?"
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 '1' level sealed item?"
"No matter how many times I tell you about this kind of thing, it won't be as memorable as if you experienced it yourself."
"That should be the power of the 'audience' path of high sequence, 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 physique, 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 Ms. Magician's arrangement: Mr. Moon of the Tarot Club
Has a close relationship with the Church of Mother Earth.
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 mainly Mr. 'Hanged Man' and Ms. 'Hermit'. They have some guesses about this, but they cannot confirm it yet. If your assistance is needed in the future, 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 certain paths and sequences 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 it 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 approach the essence of death, let alone a ritual like that."
"I think there are some issues with the evil spirit 'Arden' summoned by Boorman. I even suspect that Boorman's mental condition got worse, not from the time he met Harrison, a resident of Easter Island, but from the time he summoned that evil spirit and killed it.
"Perhaps, the evil spirit of 'Arden' is not dead."
The evil spirit of "Arden" who was easily killed by Boorman left a trail of blood but did not die? What kind of ghost story is this...
The "Magician" lady didn't know what kind of creature the "Arden" evil spirit was... Lumian thought back to 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.
The "Magician" lady 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 Swords" 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.
Free to read.