"If that or those 'men in the mirror' sneaked into Morola, what would they do?" Lumian thought for a while, put the books back into the "traveler's bag", and walked down the stairs step by step.
In the hall.
It was dinner time, and the bar was very busy. Julie was carrying a tray, flying through different small round tables like a butterfly, placing cups of alcoholic drinks and portions of meals in front of the corresponding customers.
Those customers were all well-behaved, and no one took the opportunity to pat Julie's butt or rub her chest.
This is not because they are moral and civilized, and whoever enters Morola is not a felon with bloody hands. The reason why they have become honest is because someone set a wrong example not long ago:
Julie has been emotionally unstable for the past two days, often in a trance. She is no longer able to avoid palms and arms that want to take advantage of her as usual amidst laughter and laughter. In the evening, someone found the opportunity to pinch her butt hard.
.
Julie's suppressed ferocity and mania suddenly broke out.
If Lumian hadn't stopped her in time and reminded her that this was not a legal duel, the drunkard would have been sent to the kitchen with a key part missing.
In the end, under the premise that the drunkard insisted not to accept Julie's duel invitation, after repeated "negotiations" by everyone, he "voluntarily" chopped off the palm to express his apology, otherwise he would probably be unable to control his emotions and take the initiative to
Attack the bar owner who speaks unpleasantly and is disgusting, forcing the other party to defend himself.
Lumian glanced at Julie, who had no smile on her face, walked to the kitchen, and saw that Les's busy schedule had finally come to an end and he was enjoying his dinner there.
He picked up a finger that had been cooked until it turned caramel color, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.
Lumian sighed silently and said:
"I'm going out for a while, please keep an eye on Julie."
"No problem." Les pointed to the mutilated palm on the dinner plate and said, "Boss, do you want to try it? I found a new cooking method, fry it first, and then add the prepared juice.
Steam for twenty minutes.”
"No need." Lumian turned around, left the "Carnivore" bar, and walked to the Church of Knowledge in a dark environment without street lights.
He found a corner where he could see the cemetery and the entrance to the underground mausoleum through the window, and pulled out a wooden armchair.
Patting the back of the chair, Lumian sighed and said:
"The Church of Knowledge is becoming more and more considerate..."
I had never placed a chair next to a brass bookshelf before.
"It's a pity that there is no place to rest your feet." Lumian sat down and looked at the cemetery outside the stained glass. Using the light of the crimson moon high in the sky, he examined the situation near the entrance to the underground mausoleum.
According to the knowledge he has, Sallysette, who has been in the underground mausoleum for two days, will return to the surface at nine o'clock tonight.
What Lumian had to do was to make others believe that he came to the Church of Knowledge to read and study on the surface, but in fact he came to observe the conditions of the underground tomb and the activity patterns of the experimenters.
And his real purpose is only one:
That is to cover up his love for learning by observing the conditions of the underground mausoleum and the activity patterns of the experimenters.
With this reason, he wouldn't have to waste time wandering around the "Carnivore" bar, drinking and bragging, and it would allow him to finish reading the remaining books some time in advance.
With the dense and bright candlelight of the Church of Knowledge, Lumian read for a while and then forced himself to raise his head and observe the entrance of the underground mausoleum for two or three minutes.
After repeating this behavior several times, he suddenly thought of his sister.
At that time, Aurore always urged him to study, but every now and then she would drag him away from the desk and force him to look at the trees outside the window and the mountain pastures not far away.
Now, he can only rely on self-consciousness.
As time passed by, the church bell rang.
A group of law enforcers in black robes numbly left the Church of Knowledge, turned into the cemetery, and arrived at the entrance of the underground mausoleum.
Not long after, the previous team of law enforcers walked out of the gray-white stone steps leading to the underground mausoleum in an unhurried but orderly manner.
Relying on the "hunter's" vision and the crimson moonlight, Lumian saw that the leader was none other than Salister, who was wearing a black burqa and blindfolding her eyes.
The "witch" slowly walked out of the entrance area with an expressionless face and no emotion, and took off the black cloth that blindfolded her eyes.
The queue behind her was very long, everyone carrying a lantern.
At this moment, Lumian was in a trance, feeling as if the deep darkness at the entrance to the mausoleum suddenly came to life.
The darkness instantly swallowed up the experimenter walking at the back.
Lumian blinked and found that there was no squirming in the darkness. The abnormal activation he just saw seemed to be just an illusion.
He frowned slightly and counted the team of experimenters led by Salister again.
Soon, Lumian came to the conclusion:
"One person is missing...and a lantern is missing..."
Lumian kept watching Sally and the others until they returned to the Church of Knowledge.
When she was approaching the stairs, Salister turned her head sideways as if naturally and glanced in Lumian's direction.
Lumian put his right leg on his left knee, leaned back on the chair, and accepted the other person's gaze calmly.
He felt that Sallysette must have noticed his gaze.
This shows that she most likely still maintains a certain sense of herself.
"Phew, we don't have to worry about Julie blowing up for the time being..." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and watched Sally and the team of law enforcers disappear at the top of the stairs.
In the past two days, he had been worried that something happening to Sallysette would cause Julie to lose control of her emotions and start taking action before she was fully prepared.
That will affect his reading and studying!
After watching for a while, Lumian discovered that Morola Archbishop Heraberg was passing by the brass bookshelves in a patrolling manner.
He thought about it for several seconds, and when the other party came nearby, he suddenly said:
"Your Majesty the Archbishop, I have a question to ask you."
Heraberg, wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads, showed a kind and approving smile:
"Just ask."
Lumian held the book in his hand and asked sincerely:
"The taboos in the underground mausoleum seem to be for living people. What if the person who enters is a dead person or an undead creature?"
Heraberg took a deep look at Lumian and replied with a smile:
"The dead should sleep forever, what do you think?"
Does this mean that once an undead creature enters an underground mausoleum, it will fall into a permanent slumber? Sure enough, "0-01" has characteristics involving death and darkness... Then I won't be able to use the Eggers family's golden mask to exploit loopholes...
Lumian sighed regretfully and said:
"I think so too."
The gray-haired Heraberg said in a teacher-like tone:
"While studying, you must also pay attention to physical health and mental energy. You cannot stay up late reading, just maintain the previous progress."
This...is this because I am afraid that my condition will deteriorate and I will be overwhelmed by the pollution that comes with book knowledge? I have to control the speed of pollution? Lumian stood up thoughtfully and responded:
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop."
He immediately stuffed the books in his hand back into the "traveler's bag" and walked out of the Church of Knowledge under Heraberg's satisfied gaze.
When walking through the large square outside, Lumian saw Julie coming out of the side door of the church with light steps from the corner of his eye, and her whole person was filled with a relaxed mood.
He came to confirm the situation as soon as possible... Lumian watched Julie turn into another alley and return to the "Carnivore" bar on his own.
When he was about to reach his destination, he heard a shrill and painful scream suddenly erupted from a place not too far away.
"Julie did it?" Lumian said to himself funny, "When you are in a bad mood, you have to cut one. When you are in a good mood, you have to cut one. You can't take a break and find something else.
Entertainment?"
Fortunately, Morola has enough exiles.
However, Lumian was also convinced that after he and others came in, the number of deaths every day would be several times higher than before.
That is to say, they cannot stay too long, otherwise the supplementary exiles will definitely not be able to keep up with the consumption. Sooner or later, Morola will have a crisis of not enough seals.
At this time, the bar had closed. Lumian walked behind the bar and poured himself a glass of renzi, sipping it gently as if waiting for something.
After an unknown amount of time, Julie's figure wearing a shirt and long skirt appeared at the door.
With a blush remaining on her cheeks, she glanced at Lumian and asked with a smile:
"Boss, are you waiting for me?"
In her hand she was playing with a blood-colored object frozen in the frost.
Lumian took a sip of Lielangzi and asked instead:
"Do you know my name?"
Julie walked to the bar, shook her head, and said with a smile:
"All I know is that you are my boss."
"But as a member of the law enforcement team, Sallysette should know the name of every resident of Morola." Lumian directly pointed out Sallysette's existence.
Julie's expression changed slightly, then she smiled and sighed:
"But she said the name Louis must be fake."
"I don't believe you haven't communicated with the outside world or asked them to help investigate my true identity." Lumian pressed one hand on the bar table and took a leisurely sip of strong liquor.
Julie pouted and did not respond directly to whether she had investigated Lumian's true identity. She just said:
"It's not important."
"That's true." Lumian smiled and nodded, "I previously captured a 'Mirror Man' from Trier underground. He told me that some of his companions had gone to Lemberg and wanted to find Morola. Now,
According to new information, that or those 'men in the mirror' may have come in."
The smile on Julie's face gradually disappeared, and her expression showed a bit of solemnity.
Lumian drank the rest of the Relenzi in one gulp, put the cup away, left the bar, and walked to the second floor.
After sitting on the bar stool in silence for a while, Julie left the "Carnivore" bar directly.
Morola, inside a vacant house.
The "witch" put on a gold ring set with blue stones and sat in front of a half-length mirror.
Her image in the mirror suddenly shook slightly and changed.