Destiny's guidance?

When Batna looked at Lumian again, his eyes were different:

This guy's Imitation of Gehrman Sparrow and his apparent recklessness and ignorance seem fake; he's essentially a Cunning and Sinister individual!

Anyone who believes his performance will suffer a great loss!

Lumian didn't continue the conversation about making a small fortune off the Swindler. Together with Batna, they began to carefully examine the explosion site, leaving no detail overlooked.

Unfortunately, even the Official Beyonder with more reasonable Sequence combinations couldn't find any clues, let alone the two who neither knew Divination nor Prophecy.

Batna stroked the exquisite Rapier slung across his waist, sighed, and said, "I know there won't be any reward, but I still couldn't resist coming here to waste my time. It's not about the bounty; what adventurer doesn't want to become famous overnight?"

It's not necessary to Hunting down the "Devil Warlock" Bourman to become famous; assisting Official Beyonder in finding this wanted criminal with a bounty approaching that of the Pirate Admiral is also something to boast about.

"Didn't you just say that you mainly wanted to get some clues to exchange for money?" Lumian asked with a smile.

"This... this is another purpose, a secondary purpose," Batna forced a defense.

Only after he finished speaking did he suddenly realize:

I never said that the main purpose of my investigation here was to gather clues to exchange for money; I only thought about it in my mind!

Could he read my mind, or was he just bluffing? Batna looked at Lumian with suspicion.

Lumian smiled:

"Don't wear your thoughts on your sleeve. If you're in an ' Spectator,' you won't have any secrets left."

Batna raised his right hand and touched his face:

Am I really that bad at managing facial expressions?

He muttered somewhat dejectedly, "The scene is so badly damaged, and there's hardly any trace left on the surrounding streets. Unless we're blessed by the Deity and have exceptionally good luck, there's no way we'll find any clues... Shall we go for Bar?"

Luck... Finding clues doesn't necessarily require good luck; Bad Luck works too... Lumian's heart stirred, and he took out Bandage from his pocket and calmly wrapped them around his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Batna Comte asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Blindfolded, walking around the neighborhood purely on instinct eliminates all external influences and maximizes the role of luck," Lumian said, chuckling softly. "Perhaps I really am blessed with good fortune today?"

According to Franca, his kind of walking Mysticism Calamity detector doesn't need clues or intelligence; he can just wander the streets and potentially run into the person in question.

Since that's the case, he decided to follow "Destiny's guidance" this time.

If successful, you can exchange the "Devil Warlock" or related clues for a hefty reward; if you fail, it will provide strong evidence that Franca's words were slander!

"You can do that?" Batna had a strange feeling that Louis Berri might be a little off his mind.

"There's no harm in trying." With his eyes Bandage, Lumian began to walk towards the other side of the street.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

He found that blindfolding had little effect on the "Hunter".

The road he had come from and the scenes he had seen while searching for clues were clearly imprinted in his mind, neatly arranged according to their actual locations.

In other words, he has a high-definition map in his brain that encompasses the surrounding neighborhood, so precise that he can tell which store and building he will reach just a few steps ahead.

Given that "Hunter" possess strong control over their bodies and direction even when they are blind, along with their keen Sense of Smell and hearing, Lumian's idea of following his Guidance and Destiny could not become a reality.

After a moment's thought, he began to wander aimlessly, moving forward in this state:

"The fact that ' Devil Warlock ' Bourman always manages to escape suggests he possesses a special ability or item..."

"Can he ' Teleportation ' away like me, or can he Change his appearance and height at will, or even disguise himself as someone of the other gender, like me?"

"Regardless of the method, the fact that he hasn't been caught despite conducting so many bloody and cruel experiments over the years is enough to show that he can't be caught using conventional methods and normal thinking..."

"Could we try a different approach and let him come out on his own?"

"Well, if we can't find him, we can have him come find us..."

"His biggest concern is Resurrection his wife Helen. If I can fabricate a few Resurrection cases or discuss Resurrection at some Occult Gathering, and provide some verifiable Mysticism knowledge in related fields, this ' Devil Warlock ' will likely follow the clues I leave behind..."

"This plan has two problems. First, the Official Beyonder may have tried something similar before, but Bourman was cautious enough not to fall for it. Second, it requires weeks or even months to set up and wait, and I don't have that much time to stay in Falin Port... I can only say that I can occasionally reveal some 'secrets' when exchanging ideas at Occult Gathering in different places or when bragging in Bar. If it works out, great; if not, it doesn't matter. This way, it's more authentic, and the purpose isn't so clear..."

Lumian was deep in thought, only managing to avoid tripping or bumping into anything thanks to Batna Conte's occasional support and reminders. Once he had a complete but time-consuming plan, he stopped, removed the white Bandage covering his eyes, and smiled at Batna, saying, "Where is this? My intuition tells me that this might hold clues to the ' Devil Warlock '."

"It's a normal street, normal houses, and the people living there all look rich and powerful," Batna replied helplessly.

Lumian finally saw the Sunlight again as dusk approached.

He adjusted to the brightness for a moment, then his gaze sharpened, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He hadn't been to many streets in Falin Port, and he could count the number of houses he'd entered on one hand. Yet this time, guided by his Guidance of Destiny, he found himself in a familiar place:

16 Coreas Street!

The gray building with a brown roof and many sculptures on the exterior walls next door belongs to the wealthy merchant Fidel Gera. Lumian just ordered the Venom of the Rainbow-Bearded Horned Lizard here last night and accepted the Commission to Hunting "Black Lord" Clas Kitz!

"Termiboros, is this your doing?" Lumian's first reaction was to question the Fate Angel sealed within him.

Termiboros did not respond, but Batna, standing nearby, was taken aback, not understanding who Louis Berri was talking to.

If Termiboros didn't intentionally lead me here, then something in Fidel Gera's house is destined to Aggregation Destiny me... Is it an item from the "Hunter" Pathway, or something related to Evil God? Or perhaps, the clues to "Devil Warlock" Bourman are really in Fidel's house? Lumian's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a series of guesses.

He gazed at Fidel's building, assessing the possibility that the "Devil Warlock" was there:

"Bourman has conducted so Resurrection experiments; it would be difficult for him to prepare everything on his own. He can't possibly rely on robbing for all the resources, can he? The Official Beyonder and pirates all want to capture him; only those Evil Warlock can provide him with some assistance."

"But if he had a wealthy merchant like Fidel with extensive connections secretly supporting him, he wouldn't have to worry about obtaining 'experimental materials'..."

"For Fidel, if his own Sequence is not high enough, having a ' Devil Warlock ' who can only rely on him to provide protection in secret is definitely a good thing."

"His business is shady and highly valuable, making him a prime target for any Great Pirate or powerful adventurer. How can he afford not to prepare some means of protection?"

"If he ever offends the authorities, the ' Devil Warlock ' can protect him and help him escape, allowing him to change his identity and start a new life in another city or country. Hmm, according to Aurora, such a person probably has fake identities in many places and reserves some assets..."

"Last night, not long after I met Fidel, the ' Devil Warlock ' experiment failed unexpectedly..."

Lumian withdrew his gaze, increasingly convinced that the businessman Fidel Gella had a motive to protect the "Devil Warlock" Bourman.

Of course, if Theosophus and Tu Boros deliberately led him here, then the problem would be more complex and serious.

"What are you looking at?" Batna followed Lumian's gaze to 16 Coreas Street.

"I met the wealthy merchant Fidel Gera here last night and received a Commission from him," Lumian replied frankly.

"What kind of Commission?" Batna, somewhat curious.

Lumian replied with a smile, "The Hunting of the Kinibos,' Black Lord, Claes Kitz."

"Is the rumor that ' Black Lord ' Clas hijacked a shipment of Fidel's goods true? Fidel hired quite a few adventurers to deal with ' Black Lord '..." Batna first seemed to realize something, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't go around telling everyone about this."

"Why?" Lumian asked, amused.

Batna touched his neatly trimmed stubble and said softly, "These bounties and Commission don't require me to follow through before I can do them, and they don't necessarily have to be successful..."

"Yes, many pirates, if they hear that an adventurer wants to Hunting them and the two are not far apart, will retaliate directly and kill the adventurer. This is both Punishment and a deterrent."

"' Black Lord ' is a notorious pirate. If he heard that a new adventurer like you not only dared to accept his Hunting mission but also boasted about it everywhere, do you think he wouldn't be angry? Wouldn't he try to find you and use your death to warn other adventurers and Fidel?"

"The Black Lord" is indeed in Falin Port... Lumian nodded thoughtfully.

"That's a good idea."

A good idea? Batna was momentarily at a loss.

It was evening, inside a Bar.

Lumian, Batna, and the others drank for nearly two hours, and were all very happy and excited.

Suddenly, Lumian picked up his wine glass, stepped off the Bar Stool to the ground, and addressed the adventurers and Ordinary Person around him. "Gentlemen, remember my name, Louis Berri!"

"I'm about to become famous. I've taken on a Commission from the big merchant Fidel. The goal is to Hunting ' Black Lord ' Kras Kiz!"

"When I succeed, the name Louis Berri will be known Five Seas!"

"Then you'll be proud to have drunk with me!"

Ah... Batna was stunned, sitting on the Bar Stool.

He seemed to see Louis Berri again, the same Louis who had jumped onto the Wooden Stage and fired the gun the night before.