The Tamara Family

Lumian sipped Fermented Grape Juice he'd bought from a street vendor, casually observing the Suite rented by the Great Adventurer Louis Berri. Every now and then, he glanced down at Aquinas Street, looking around for any other possible surveillance.

About half an hour ago, he changed his clothes and appearance, Teleportation directly to a nearby neighborhood, walked back, and rented a room in a suitable location.

Not long after, Lumian saw Lugano timidly leave the house to prepare an extra breakfast for Ludwig, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This guy was terrified by yesterday's attack.

But unless the Fishing Guild members have had their minds corrupted by supernatural forces, rendering them unable to control their emotions or think Rationality, it's unlikely they'll attempt to assassinate Lugano, their translator and guide, again. The Great Adventurer Louis Berri's reaction yesterday clearly told everyone:

If you can't kill me outright, then don't try to target the people around me. You can assassinate me, and so can I, Louis Berri. Your Fishing Guild committee members and their children and descendants are often unprotected or not strong enough, and they travel in small groups. Do you think I dare to make a move, or even have the strength to do so?

Either find a chance to destroy me with all your might, or behave yourself!

Faced with such an "answer," any member of the Fishing Guild with a modicum of sense would know what to do. The Great Adventurer Louis Berri is neither Official Beyonder nor Police; expecting him to obey the law and not implicate his family is simply unrealistic.

Moreover, judging from his behavior and the rumors circulating about him these past few days, he is an adventurer known for his radical, crazy, and ruthless nature, who likes to Imitation Gehrman Sparrow. What wouldn't such a person do?

Of course, Lumian wouldn't be completely careless. Lugano would either be "accompanied" by Ludwig Lugano under his constant surveillance. After all, besides the Fishing Guild, there were quite a few people in Santa Port who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve certain goals. They might disguise themselves as members of the Fishing Guild, attack the Great Adventurer Louis Berri's translator and Godson, escalate the conflict between him and the Fishing Guild, and trigger a conflict in advance.

If a "Conspirer" can't even handle this level of intrigue, then he's absolutely unqualified.

After Lugano bought a bunch of breakfast and returned to his Suite on the Fifth Floor of the Solo Hotel, Lumian turned his gaze away from the high-backed chair that looked like it was wearing Golden-yellow Straw Hat in the corner of the dining table, and left the room to take a walk around the neighborhood.

As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw a man who was less than 1.7 meters tall but quite sturdy standing at the top of the stairs.

The man had brown hair and eyes, rough skin, and a specially made long-mouthed cigarette dangling from his lips. He turned his gaze toward Lumian.

He asked in the Highland Language, "Who gave you permission to come here to spy on Louis Berri?"

Lumian chuckled:

"Weren't you here to spy on Louis Berri?"

"I didn't even ask who sent you, why are you asking me?"

He also speaks fluent Highland Language.

The man with the long-mouthed cigarette thought for a few seconds, nodded in agreement, and stepped aside to enter the stairwell.

Lumian walked past him, step by step, down the path.

As the man watched Lumian's retreating figure, his gaze gradually turned dangerous.

He raised his left hand and gently twisted the specially made long-mouthed cigarette.

Then, he took a deep breath and blew it forcefully into the "cigarette mouthpiece".

Without a sound, a thin Steel Needle flew out from the charred tobacco and headed straight for Lumian's vest, which was less than two meters away.

This is a type of Blowgun Dart, originating from certain Tribes in the Primeval Jungle of the Southern Continent. However, most of those Blowgun Dart were one or two meters long, making them impossible to conceal and carry for ambushing others. Later, after being modified by Bounty Hunter worshipped the "God of Steam and Machinery" and possessed strong manual skills, a weakened version appeared, which was only a bit longer than an ordinary cigarette.

While improving portability and concealment, its power inevitably decreased sharply, and its shooting range was reduced to within four or five meters. However, when combined with specially made Arrows containing anesthetic and lethal poisons, it still had great value and was loved by many Bounty Hunter in the Southern and Northern Continent.

The man who attacked Lumian hid it inside a long-mouthed cigarette to lull his target into Paralysis sense of security, waiting for an opportunity to get close.

His goal was to control the other party and interrogate them to find out who his Commissioner was.

The Steel Needle flashed past, but Lumian seemed to have anticipated it. As the man behind him blew air, he suddenly bent forward and pulled his Spine to the side, dodging the Blowgun Dart in an extremely Distortion, inhuman posture.

With a soft "plop, "the Steel Needle sank into the Wooden Stairs.

The next second, the man who attacked Lumian's Eyes widened as he saw his target swing his fist with a posture of superhuman flexibility.

Bang!

He Past.

Lumian recovered from his nearly twisted body, bent down, picked up the attacker, and dragged him into the room he had rented.

Then, while the other person was still unconscious, Lumian gave him some Truth Serum, timed it carefully, and woke him up.

Looking at that ordinary face without any distinguishing features, the attacker shouted in a panic, "I just wanted to knock you out and find a place to interrogate you about who your Commissioner is!"

"The poison on the arrow is anesthetic!"

Lumian, who was squatting in front of the other person, smiled and said, "Now it's my turn to ask you, who is your Commissioner?"

"It's Juan Oro!" the Brown-Haired, Brown-Eyed Man blurted out.

Lumian chuckled and asked again:

"Yeah?"

"Yes, no, it's actually someone else..." At this point, the man shut his mouth in terror.

Lumian patiently guided:

Who is it?

The man struggled for a few seconds, then, barely able to control his mouth, replied, "Ruvio Paco."

Ruvio... what is he spying on me for? Is he trying to gain some benefit from the Great Adventurer's actions? Is that why he hasn't secretly leaked information to me? Lumian nodded slightly, straightened up, and said, "You have bad breath, remember to brush your teeth more often."

"..." The attacker looked bewildered, not understanding how the topic had turned to this, but still "passively" answered, "I really don't like brushing my teeth."

Lumian shook his head in disdain, refusing the Blowgun Dart as Spoils of War, and left the room, leaving behind a single sentence:

Remember to lock the door for me.

In Trier, in the Memorial Hall District, in the Apartment where Franca and Jenna rented.

They have received a reply from Lady. "Judgement" via Chazot Rabbit.

Wearing a miniature top hat, miniature Gold-Rimmed Glasses, and a miniature Black Trench Coat, Chazot Rabbit made a request before leaving:

"Can a custom-made Small Revolver be used to Replacement the cost of the next five mail deliveries?"

Jenna opened her mouth slightly, paused for several seconds, and then said, "Okay."

She then asked, "Can't you conjure one up yourself?"

Just like your top hat, glasses, and trench coat.

"They don't really serve any practical purpose, but I hope the Revolver does, and the bullets have to be specially made," Chazot Rabbit explained earnestly.

Jenna blinked and agreed.

After the Messenger left, Franca said with a strange expression, "Why do I feel like it's gone from pursuing knowledge to pursuing force?"

Jenna wanted to say something in defense of Chazot Rabbit, but couldn't find a good excuse, so she just yelled, "This isn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it can even help me fight in the future!"

"Moreover, it's safer to deliver a message if the Messenger is more physically capable."

Without Messenger, Franca suddenly felt a pang of bitterness. Without saying another word, she began to read the reply from the "Judgement" Lady:

"The Tamara Family was one of the five Great Noble Families during the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch Age. They held a hereditary Ducal Title, ranking alongside Amon, That One you know, but of slightly lower status."

"In that era when gods roamed the earth, families that could become great Nobles must have had Angel power. According to records, the Tamara Family had existed for many years before Alista Tudor became the ' Blood Emperor,' and was a famous Nobles in that empire."

"They had one Change in Coat of Arms and two internal splits, which is why Tamara from different periods were buried in different layers of the Catacombs."

"Their Primordial One Coat of Arms consisted of Thorns, Shield Wall, and a vertical Longsword, which later evolved into a Double Door, with the vertical Longsword serving as the door's seam."

"This represents a significant change in the Tamara Family, shifting from a primarily ' Judge ' Pathway to a primarily ' Apprentice ' Pathway, but no corresponding historical records have yet emerged."

A small number of the Tamara Family members who insisted on the "Judgement" Pathway have survived to this day and are still active in secret.

"Another part of the Tamara established very close ties with the Witch Family during the Tudor Empire. By the Fifth Epoch, a Concealment organization called the ' Gnosis Society ' had emerged. It had both the presence of ' Witch ' and the ' Apprentice ' Pathway from the Tamara. There is reason to believe that they are still cooperating."

"This part of Tamara and the other Tamara have been divided for many years and do not recognize each other."

"Those Tamara insisted on the ' Judgement ' Pathway also experienced a split, the details of which are unknown..."

Upon seeing this, both Franca and Jenna simultaneously realized they had expected it:

The Tamara Family does indeed have some connection with the "Witch"!

The two continued reading the rest of the letter:

"The person who guided you to the Tamara Family Tomb Chamber and discovered the ' Mirror World Fragment ' is likely also targeting that special Mirror World and the Witch Sect. For now, you don't need to worry. Just be wary of coincidences, Theft and Fraud, and scams around you..."

In the following days, Lumian was not attacked once, nor were Lugano and Ludwig.

Santa Port seemed to have suddenly become calm again, and the people who were secretly watching showed no intention of taking another step forward.

Just as Lumian was considering whether to do something more to try and figure out all the details before the Sea-Praying Ritual in Early November, the "Knight of Swords" brought new information about Norfie and Batna.

His face remained Paleness as he asked Lumian, "We've discovered a suspect in the kidnapping of two targets. Should I handle it myself, or should we go together?"

After a moment's consideration, Lumian said, "Together."