Osta. Trull had no doubt that Charles could deal with the water monster, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so easy and behave so brutally, just like an adult beating a child.
Osta's mind once again had the same question as before: Which path and sequence is Ciel from? Why is he able to fight and also seems to have a strong ability of divination
Lumian squatted down in the area covered with dark red and light yellow marks, pulled out the ritual silver dagger, inserted it into the wound, cut the monster's flesh into pieces, and put them into the empty wooden boxes prepared in advance.
After filling two boxes in succession and collecting the scales with a faint blue glow, he took out a small metal bottle and collected the monster's blood that kept overflowing.
Upon seeing this, Osta stepped closer to the water monster and waited beside it.
Soon, Lumian stood up, turned around, and walked back the way he came.
Aosta. Trull squatted down quickly and collected the blood, scales, and organs that he thought were more spiritual.
He looked up from time to time and looked at Lumian, and found that the other party was getting farther and farther away, with no intention of stopping to wait for him.
This made Osta quite nervous and panicked. After all, judging from the performance just now, the water monster that was easily dealt with by Charles had a high probability of being able to deal with him easily. If he was left alone by the underground river in the darkness and encountered a monster attracted by the smell of blood, he would be in big trouble!
After hurriedly packing up the cut materials, Osta did not dare to stay any longer. He reluctantly abandoned the water monster's body which was at least nine-tenths of the body, and followed Lumian.
When the light from their calcium carbide lamps disappeared at the end of the road, the area returned to darkness, with only the sound of splashing water echoing endlessly.
I don’t know how long it took, but a few college students who went underground to look for excitement passed by here carrying kerosene lanterns.
They saw that the stone wall was sunken and slightly damaged, and the road surface was messy and broken. Apart from these, everything was so peaceful and quiet. There was neither the body of the water monster nor any spots representing blood.
After bidding farewell to Ostatrull, Lumian rode a public horse all the way back to the market area.
After taking other materials from Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, he carried the calcium carbide lamp and entered the underground world again.
His destination was the quarry cave where the last ceremony was held. He had to make the mysterious potion needed for the "art of prophecy" before dark. He would go to the nearest hospital at night and find a recently dead body in the morgue.
As he continued to move deeper down from the floor that roughly replicated the ground layout, Lumian suddenly slowed down his pace.
Relying on the light of the calcium carbide lamp, he saw some relatively obvious and fresh footprints on the slightly wet road.
“Very heavy footprints…” Lumian observed for a while and said silently to himself with a little confusion.
Judging from the footprints alone, he believed that the person who had just passed by weighed more than 100 kilograms or was carrying something heavy.
"Who could it be and what are they doing underground? Smugglers?" Lumian had some guesses but had no intention of tracking them.
Trier's underground world is bustling with people coming and going. If he follows every step, he will only tire himself out.
Moreover, the other party had no grudge against him, so as long as it did not affect his subsequent ritual magic, even if he planned to kill him to silence him, it had nothing to do with him.
Lumian twisted the knob, and by controlling the reaction speed of the calcium carbide and water, he reduced the intensity of the burning flame, making the light much dimmer.
He was worried that the owner of the footprints was not far ahead and sensed the obvious lights approaching from behind.
After walking for a while, Lumian suddenly sniffed and smelled a slightly familiar scent: the scent of perfume that seemed to arouse male desire mixed with a hint of orange fragrance.
After recalling for a few seconds, Lumian locked onto the owner of the smell: "Little ***" Janna, the "flashy" singer!
Is this hers? Impossible, how could she weigh more than 100 kilograms? She's not made of iron! Moreover, this footprint clearly belongs to a man.
Lumien's thoughts raced, and he came up with two guesses: "Either Janna is good at covering her footprints and left no trace, or she was carried on the man's back..." It's normal for the two of them to weigh more than a hundred kilograms...
"Judging from the footprints alone, the man is between 1.65 and 1.7 meters tall, and his walking posture is a bit strange..."
Thinking of this, Lumian raised his eyebrows. He became curious and planned to follow to see what happened to Janna, or what she was going to do. You know, this "flashy woman" was suspected to be the lover of "Red Boots" Franca, and the things she was involved in might involve some secret of the Savoy Party.
For Lumian, who is seeking to "get promoted", this may be an opportunity.
Lumian dimmed the carbide lamp once again, making sure the flame would go out quickly once he turned it off.
He followed the footprints, walking in the shadows on the side of the tunnel, always keeping an eye on the distance and turning off the lights if anything was wrong.
When the footprints became fresher, as if they had just been left, he turned off the calcium carbide lamp and walked forward in the darkness along the path he had memorized.
Not long after, he arrived at a fork in the road and saw some blue light overflowing from the end of the stone wall on the left.
Lumian put on black gloves and moved closer almost silently.
There is a small cave at the end of the stone wall, and the light comes from there.
Lumian leaned against the stone wall, hiding in the darkness, and leaned his head forward slightly to look inside.
In a relatively flat area among the caves, there is a roughly shaped iron-black calcium carbide lamp. Not far from it, where the light is stronger, there is a large gray cloth bag that is stuffed full.
Next to the cloth bag stood a man, wearing a blue cap, brown trousers and a darker jacket, common in the market area, with a vague linen shirt underneath.
The man was breathing heavily. He was nearly 1.7 meters tall, his profile was thin and a little haggard, and his brown eyes were filled with undisguised desire.
Lumian looked down and saw that the group had set up their tents.
He immediately complained in his mind: "Do you have to be in such a hurry? No wonder you walked so slowly. There was something wrong with your footprints. I caught up with you."
He became more and more certain that the person in the cloth bag should be "little ***" Janna.
The other party must have been attacked by a kidnapper and rapist.
At this time, the man took off the baseball cap on his head, gasped and threw it aside.
His appearance was completely exposed in Lumian's eyes: his pale yellow eyebrows were messy and sparse, his eyes were slightly drooping, his nose was a little red, his mouth was cracked, his face was not healthy, and he looked exhausted. "The man squatted down, untied the bag, and took out the things inside.
As Lumian expected, it was the "flashy girl" Janna.
Her brown hair, which she usually tied up, had been dishevelled and was draped over her body in a mess. Her eyes were tightly closed, surrounded by deep dark shadows. She was wearing a white short top with an off-white fluffy skirt. It was unclear whether the black mole had not been painted yet or had been removed by friction.
As the man was transferring Janna out, he took action from time to time, and his breathing was so heavy that Lumian could hear it clearly even though he was not a "Hunter".
Is this desire too strong? It seems very morbid... Lumian subconsciously flashed this thought.
Now that he had met her, he planned to save Janna. In that case, if the boss of the Savoy Party decided to add a new leader, "Red Boots" Franca might say a few good words for him.
Of course, we can't be impatient to rescue them. Lumian plans to observe them for a while to see if that group has any special abilities that would dare to provoke the leader of the Savoy Party, "Red Boots" Franca.
He planned to wait until the man took off his pants before taking action, so that he would be distracted.
It's a pity that there are no long-range weapons, otherwise it wouldn't be so troublesome... Lumian sighed and planned to ask the Savoy Party to help him get a gun.
The man moved his hands up to Janna's face and patted her twice.
Then he took out a small metal bottle, screwed on the lid, and put it to Janna's nose.
A-choo!
Janna sneezed and opened her eyes. The man's face was reflected in her blue eyes. She was startled and subconsciously stood up.
The next second, she found herself completely powerless and unable to mount an effective resistance.
"Damn it, shit, what do you want to do?" Janna cursed reluctantly.
The man showed a sick smile: "You know what? I often watch you sing from the audience, and every time I want to tear off your clothes and skirt, so that you can sing only for me."
Janna angrily cursed: "This lunatic, this bastard deserves to be fucked by a donkey!
"You are doomed! The Savoys will sink you in the river!"
The man did not respond, but his brown eyes emitted a strange light.
Janna's face suddenly turned red and her breathing became heavy.
Her body twisted slightly, her eyes filled with shock at her own reaction.
"This is just perfect. She can resist to a certain extent, but she can also cooperate with me unconsciously..." The man stood up expectantly and quickly took off his clothes, pants and leather shoes.
Lumian, who was "watching", was shocked: Jenna's reaction was abnormal! Was she affected by her supernatural power
Whether Trier is a human or a dog, does he have extraordinary abilities
Janna was aroused? This is similar to Susanna, Matisse and Mr. Efe's behavior... Lumian's thoughts raced as he pulled out the ritual silver dagger and stuffed it into his right pocket, keeping the tip of the dagger inside and the handle against the outer layer of fabric.
He then crouched down, slipped into the cave from the stone wall, and quietly approached the man in a place where no light could reach.
The man's attention was all on Janna. He had fanatical eyes and a morbid smile on his face. He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants while looking at Janna's body.
As soon as he was out of the shadow range, Lumian pounced forward like a cheetah.