Franka held an iron-black carbide lamp, looked at the road between the stone pillars, and asked the smuggler Fernandez who was leading the way in front with a little confusion: "Is this the way to the observatory area?"
While no one had a complete picture of Trier's underground, the tunnels on this level were marked with street names that corresponded to those on the surface, and in retrospect, Franca realized they were going in the wrong direction.
The smuggling must have been from outside the city to the city, and the Belvedere area is closer to the center of Trier than the Candide Market area, while the Boulevard area is separated by the Salenzo River.
Smuggler Fernando Cristo leaned over and explained with a smile, "This hidden route leads to the observatory. We always deliver our goods to the warehouse over there."
"I understand." Franca slowed down her pace and kept a greater distance from Fernandez, who was wearing a brown felt hat.
She had not yet entered the smuggling route, so she lazily lowered her voice and chatted with Lumian who was sitting next to her. "I remember you used the bravery of the bullfighter to get 18,000 US dollars from Gardner." Do you know that this is an extraordinary trait, or do you know the true meaning of extraordinary traits? "My sister did it. Lumian attributed the origin of this knowledge to the teachings of Euro.
With her height and long legs, Franka didn't have to try too hard to keep Lumian parallel.
“It’s great to have a guide,” she said heartily.
"We were a group of blind people at that time. We had to grope our way around, otherwise we would have been in trouble." Lumian was reminded of this sentence. Was it Orolai who said it herself, or was she relaying Roselle's famous saying: "A serious mistake is a lifelong hatred." Franka quickly calmed down and reminded Lumian in a low voice: "You. Are a novice in the mysticism, you need more than just knowledge. "You'd better not be stingy with the money, use it to buy magic items or special weapons to make up for the hunter's lack of mystical skills, otherwise if Roger really wants to retaliate against you, you can drive some undead towards you without any effort.
"If that's what you mean, I'll take note."
"I already bought it."
"So soon?" Franca managed to control her voice, which prompted the smuggler Fernando to turn around.
The distance between the two sides and the alternating light and shadow of the carbide lamp made it difficult for Lumian to see Fernandez's expression or what associations he might be making.
Lumian answered "honestly" that "Before I could join Savoy, I found a circle of truly extraordinary people through a gathering of occult enthusiasts published in the magazine Psychic, where I exchanged the Boss for a magical object, the Firkin."
“No wonder,” Franka praised Lumian with a knowing look, “Your mind is more flexible than I thought. Hmm, what are those things that can enhance your mystical skills?”
"A pair of lawyer's glasses, but they seem to be tainted by some strange power," Lumian said frankly.
"It helps me see things that I normally can't see," he said, pulling out his brown "peeping glasses" to demonstrate. "It's dangerous." Franka's brown eyebrows fluttered to her temples, interrupting Lumian.
I know. "Lumian explained with a smile. "But if you choose your environment and protect it, it won't be so dangerous. It provides a great tool for disguise and mystery."
Lumian briefly explained the urge to draw after putting on the glasses.
Franzaza's ponytail dripped down the back of her head.
"It does work. If I were you, I would choose it. That is to say, the leaders and thugs of the Sting Gang have never really come into contact with you, and the only impression they have of you is your strange hair color. Otherwise, they would have known your true identity long ago, and they wouldn't need to do it themselves. They could have completed their revenge by sending your wanted notice to the police headquarters and the two churches." Lumian smiled.
"Yes, I can find time to have coffee with Sergeant Everett now. Franka's bright lake-like eyes smiled slightly, and she said: "You told me all about the mysterious meetings and your cards, and Jenna has always told me that you are cunning and deceitful, but so honest and truthful! This is why our relationship is different.
I told you that Muggle brothers would not do that! "Lu Ming felt a little guilty for a moment, and said seriously: "Yes, she completely misunderstood what I meant."
After chatting for a while, they finally came to the edge of the underground part corresponding to the observatory and turned into a tunnel extending to the south.
Not long after, Fernandez stopped at a quarry's auxiliary shaft.
He placed the carbide lamp on the top of the well, pointed to the bottom and said, "Let's go in."
With the help of the blue light, Lumian turned his gaze to the side well, which had been abandoned for a long time and seemed to be blocked by rubble.
The three men grabbed a hole in the wall, hid the rope in the shadow, nailed a simple iron ladder to the moss, climbed down, and soon reached the bottom.
Smuggler Fernando removed several heavy-looking rocks, revealing a tunnel next to the well.
After passing through this tunnel, the air became even more polluted, and the front suddenly opened up, as if entering another quarry.
It was deader and darker here, with damp roofs and little moss.
Lumian and Franca each held a carbide lamp, slowed down their pace, and carefully examined the traces of the smuggling route.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fernandez pointed to a tunnel not far away. "Our leader and Baron Brignell were not completely unsuccessful," he said. "They found that the caravan's footprints disappeared into thin air."
This is a tunnel connecting two hollow quarries. The road is full of gravel and potholes, and it is pitch black in the distance without a single ray of light.
Lumian and Franca quickly found the spot where the new footprints had suddenly disappeared and squatted down to examine them carefully.
"There are only footprints coming in, and the footprints coming back are cut off here." Most of the people who came back were carrying heavy things, and the footprints were much deeper, which ruled out the possibility that they turned around and followed their own footprints and fell. Lumian made a series of quick judgments.
Franca looked away and stood up. "There were signs of a struggle," she said.
“Very strange!”
Then she motioned to Fernandez to go further and wait in the depression of the quarry from which he had just come.
When the light of Fernandez's carbide lamp completely disappeared in the distance, Franca took out a small makeup box and a white handkerchief with blue plaid from somewhere.
The latter was used by Krystaltherat's brother Elken, who also disappeared privately.
Franka put down the carbide lamp, opened the warning golden box, and touched the mirror inside.
At the same time, holding her handkerchief, she repeated in Hermione: "Where is Elken now? Where is Elken now?" The already dark tunnel became even darker, the light of the two carbide lamps was pushed back by an invisible force, and the palm-sized mirror soon glowed with water, as if it were the bottom of a dark river.
Before Lumien could count to three seconds, a scene appeared on the mirror: the coolies carrying the wooden box and the smugglers walking out with pistols and rifles slowly walked through the tunnel. They continued to move forward, and the darkness behind them filled the place where the light had just appeared, and finally the light of the carbide lamp disappeared in a deep black mirror.
"They do go missing in the area."
Franca stopped divination and pursed her thin red lips. "But" I can't see anything. "Lumian didn't intend to try this "peephole glasses". In his opinion, the land of Trier is full of dangers, and all kinds of things are hidden there: relics of the Fourth Epoch, smelly and dirty old bones, catacombs that must abide by certain rules, and the ghosts of Montsouris, who have been wandering for many years and have not been cleared. He really wanted to use the "peephole" to look around, there is a high possibility of explosion here...
There will be another legend about the power of the evil spirit in the city of Trier.
So Lumian would help out for the benefit of Boss Savoyard, but he would not risk it to that extent.
Anyway, the one he lost to this time was "Mouse" Christo, so what does it have to do with "Lion" Charles
There's plenty of wine at the Breeze Ballroom! Franca glanced at him, but she didn't want to embarrass him.
Red Boots put down his makeup box and Elken's handkerchief, picked up the carbide lamp, and said to Lumian, "Let's go back to Fernandez and let him lead the way. Maybe there are clues left somewhere else."
"Okay." Lumian felt that Franca was just fulfilling her duties as a member of the Savoy Party.
The two men turned, holding their respective carbide lamps, and walked to the original quarry and into the darkness beyond.
After walking a dozen steps, Lumian suddenly stopped with a serious expression.
"What's going on?" Franca asked in confusion.
Lumian pointed at the gravel and potholes on the ground. "No footprints," he muttered. The smugglers' traces out of the city and our traces here are gone!
"It's just a bunch of footprints dragging heavy objects forward!"
Franca looked at her feet and shuddered, finding the ground in a mess. The footprints left by her, Lumian, and Fernandez when they entered the tunnel were gone, but the footprints of the lost caravan appeared out of thin air.