Out of nowhere

In a dizzying, almost disorienting state, Lumian saw trees that seemed to Slumber in the night, and deep black boulders...

He finally took off his Tea-Brown glasses and hunched over slightly to ease his discomfort.

Even Ascetic cannot use the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" for too long.

Of course, this actually ensures safety to some extent.

Through this "spying," Lumian confirmed two things:

First, while there is indeed something special about the Underground of the "Hisoka" house, it's more like a somewhat illusory symbol than something that actually exists. It indicates that the place has suffered some kind of Corruption or impact, with the most severe damage occurring Underground.

Second, this influence is linked to that Black Monolith Depths in the Primeval Jungle.

"How is it?" Maislow, whose face was painted with white face paint, asked.

Lumian put the "Mystery-Peering Glasses" back into the "Traveler’s Bag," smiled, and said, "What I 'saw' about this place is a Black Monolith Depths in the Primeval Jungle. Have you ever seen or heard of that Black Monolith?"

The slightly Paleness Reyasa and the shoulder-length black-haired Maislow both shook their heads, indicating no.

Lumian wasn't in a hurry to do the second thing he had planned for tonight. He glanced at Reyasa, who was dressed in a light suit and seemed to be of mixed Intis and West Balam descent, and said casually, "I thought that with your arrival, some people in Tizamo Town would gradually leave and stay in Port Pylos for a while."

"You know, the ' Dream Festival ' should start in three days."

Reyasa calmly stated, "Based on my experience, apart from those who only arrived in Tizamo Town in the last two weeks, it's best for everyone else not to leave here and go elsewhere to prevent the anomaly from spreading."

"We'll consider it again after the ' Dream Festival ' ends and that Primitive Tribe launches another attack."

A very standard procedure... I thought you would consider the opinions of Intis, Feynapotter, and other Northern Continent countries, and have those with the corresponding nationalities evacuated in advance and protected, such as the Plantation owners and their families outside the city... Hmm, this should also be because the "Dream Festival" had never shown any direct harm before, only causing some townspeople to experience hysteria and attracting attacks from the Primitive Tribe in the jungle and the Library. The earlier situation could be resolved with a simple Mass, and the later problems could be prevented and resisted... Lumian roughly grasped the mindset of General Quilariel and the Patrol Team's high command:

Since nothing serious is expected, let's pretend there's no "Dream Festival," and simply tell the local Official Beyonder to be vigilant, guard against unexpected events, and hope that the "The Fool's " Church can resolve the potential problems!

Doing more might just ignite a powder keg and make the problem truly serious.

After finishing their conversation, Lumian recovered from the discomfort caused by the "Mystery-Peering Glasses," took out the uniquely shaped "Eye of Truth," and put it on his face.

Upon seeing the earmuffs and temples of the glasses, which resembled whitish chunks of flesh and dark blood vessels, and the lenses, which were made of intertwined transparent purple tubes and tinged with a hint of Blood-Colored, Maislow, a man from the Southern Continent with fairly clean features, twitched his eyelids.

How many glasses did Louis Berri actually own?

Moreover, each and every one of them is Mystical Item!

After putting on the "Eye of Truth," which had only one lens, Lumian looked around, trying to see the truth.

As he did this, sounds gradually began to ring in his ears, becoming increasingly noisy.

Every note and every Vocabulary seemed to materialize, flooding into Lumian's mind.

This gave him the feeling that his head was like a balloon, rapidly inflating.

If a balloon continues to inflate indefinitely, there will only be one outcome:

It exploded with a bang!

While holding his earmuffs, ready to remove the "Eye of Truth" at any moment, Lumian took the time to examine the "Hisoka" house.

He felt that it was safer to risk spying on the house before the "Dream Festival" began and before entering a special Dream than to use the "Eye of Truth" and "Mystery-Peering Glasses" in the Dream.

Through the purplish-tinted lenses, Lumian didn't discover much of the truth; everything was much the same as what the naked eye could see, except that the night seemed a little deeper and darker.

Without further hesitation, his eyes began to bulge and veins became visible on his skin. He abruptly removed the "Eye of Truth," and a slightly sharp, piercing ringing echoed in his ears.

Huff, huff... Lumian gasped for breath, his mind a jumbled mess, filled with all sorts of strange knowledge, making it impossible for him to think.

At this point, even if someone were to ambush him, he wouldn't be able to react quickly.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian finally regained his ability to think and instinctively began to organize the knowledge that had been forcibly crammed into his mind:

The art of speaking...

How to cultivate superior wheat seeds...

Canning technology...

How to roast pork that's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside...

"Use music to Soothing the sow's emotions..."

"The Revelations of the Night"...

"Celebrities' Favorite Poses - Memories of Their Mistresses"

"..."

What is all this? Isn't there any useful knowledge at all? Although Aurora suffered from the torment of being indoctrinated with knowledge by the "Hidden Sage," at least she managed to pick up some valuable Mysticism knowledge. Uh, was she also Corruption by similar knowledge, which is why she always seems to be rich in theoretical knowledge in her books and in her daily life...? Lumian rubbed his still throbbing head and said to Reyasa and Maislow, "I'm going to take a walk on the edge of the jungle. Do you want to come with me?"

Reyasa nodded, reluctant to speak, while Maislow made his stance clear by walking toward the stairs.

If Camus were here, he would definitely smile wryly and say, "Do I have a choice?"... Lumian muttered to himself, then left the house "Hisoka" and went out onto the street, heading towards the side of Tizamo Town that Primeval Jungle.

After crossing the intersection and reaching another street, Lumian saw a Four-Wheeled, Four-Seater carriage parked in front of the Briu Inn.

A Waiter and a Maid carrying luggage followed a man and a woman off the carriage and toward the inn.

The Men was dressed in a dark gray suit and a top Medium-Height Silk Top Hat. His skin tone resembled that of someone from the Northern Continent. He had a well-defined profile and dark green eyes. The Women wore a light-colored Long Dress that allowed for easy movement and Fur Hat inlaid with pearls. She appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with delicate and radiant skin. Even from the side, she seemed like a beauty.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and looked at Reyasa and Maislow:

Is it the weekend now?

"No." Maislow understood what Louis Berri wanted to ask and explained simply, "Gentlemen and ladies don't only come to Tizamo Town to Hunting on weekends."

Lumian then turned to Reyasa and asked, "You didn't seal off this area?"

"That would cause panic," Reyasa replied simply.

Lumian didn't say anything more. He walked step by step through the Briu Inn to the edge of town and into the Primeval Jungle.

He continued deeper and deeper into the familiar path he had found in his Dream.

Finally, he arrived at the real-world area corresponding to the chaotic zone where various Dream Fragment overlapped.

This place is ordinary, not significantly different from its surroundings.

Lumian found a Palm Tree, sat down against it, and said to Reyasa and Maislow, "You two keep an eye on things around here; I'm going to take a nap."

He wanted to see what would happen if he fell asleep closer to the Source of the anomaly, and whether he could also enter that special Dream, and in what state.

After receiving affirmative answers from the two Patrol Team members, Lumian closed his eyes and attempted Meditation.

He fell asleep Past, without anyone noticing.

He woke up after an unknown amount of time.

After clearly seeing Reyasa and Maislow's figures, Lumian stood up, nodded thoughtfully, and said:

"This place won't work either... Only Hisoka's house will work?"

"Or, find that Black Monolith and sleep near it for a while?"

Lumian cast his gaze into the dark Depths of the jungle, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said to Reyasa and Maislow, "Let's go back."

The three quickly returned to the Tizamo Town.

It was Late Night, and no one was walking on the streets. There were no lights or sounds coming from the houses on both sides. Only the occasional snorting of livestock on the ground floor could be heard, which made the darkness and silence even more pronounced, just as the dim Crimson Moon made the darkness seem even deeper.

In the Evernight of the night, amidst the houses whose style was completely different from that of the Northern Continent, Lumian walked along the Rammed-Earth Road toward the Briu Inn, located Depths in the street, with Reyasa and Maislow following quietly behind.

Suddenly, Lumian's mind went blank for a moment, his vision briefly blurring before clearing again.

This is... His pupils dilated, and he instinctively looked around, but found nothing unusual.

Just then, a dim candlelight shone from a room on the Third Layer of an empty ground floor building diagonally in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, the Glass Window of the entire street and the whole Tizamo Town were illuminated by Burning candlelight.

When Riya woke up, she found that it was already completely dark, but the candles in many houses were still lit.

This means it's not too late yet.

Riya, feeling lazy and not wanting to prepare her own food, slung her Hunting Bow and Arrows over her shoulder, left the room, and walked out of the Police Headquarters from the side towards the nearby Bunia Café.

The streets were almost deserted, just like any other night.

Riya glanced at the tables and chairs still set up on the street, then went to the Kitchen Counter Dutanian to Bunia, the Boss and waitress who was busy with his work, "A glass of Xhosa and a beef tortilla."

Bunia stopped washing the cup and looked up.

With his naturally wavy black hair, giving him a mixed-race look, he looked at Riya and gave her a distinct, strange smile that made Riya inexplicably uneasy.

Riya knew Bunia well; she knew he was a shy, kind adult man who wasn't good at communicating with Women, and he had never laughed like this before.

Bunia stared at Riya and chuckled in a low voice, "You have really big breasts."