A strange exam paper

Hearing Vanak's question, Lumian, who was a little annoyed by being interrupted from her studies, laughed out loud:

Can you find them?

"I can't find it," Vanak readily admitted.

Compared to Library, he, Lumian, Gusin, and Medici had fixed residences, and their whereabouts Concealment, making it difficult to pinpoint their exact locations.

"But I can use myself as bait to lure them out," Vanak continued.

Fish it out? What's with the "Hunter" Pathway? Let's just call it the Fishing Master Pathway... Lumian mentally mocked Vanak and himself a couple of times before finally calming down.

He looked at the man in the mirror, Eyes were black and seemed to be Corruption with "0-01" and who had wanted to kill him That One moment they met. He sneered and said, "Bait? If you dare to stroll around the streets of Morola now, Albus and Gusin probably won't dare to make a move, thinking it's a trap."

"Of course, they'll definitely send someone to test you, to see if you're Bluff, but that way they won't be able to ambush you."

Vanak's gaze remained sharp, and his voice, with a metallic quality, said, "I won't treat them like fools. I'll leave some traces, give them some clues, and let them find my Hideout on their own."

"They must make the most of these few days; they can't wait for me to recover, otherwise they'll be the ones with headaches."

Lumian chuckled in a "Hunter's" tone, "Very confident, huh? Then why don't you patiently wait until your injuries are fully healed before taking revenge one by one? Why do you have to risk everything now, setting traps and even choosing to cooperate with me?"

"If they don't find me within five days, those two Rat will retreat back into the Sewer and hide. I can kill either of them, but finding them won't be easy." Vanak's tone was filled with murderous intent.

Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and began to ponder some things:

This Morola's Most Dangerous Figure is suspected of having succumbed to "0-01," suffering Corruption while receiving Gift, and possessing the strength of a pseudo- Half-God.

Does his current attitude mean that "0-01" dislikes "Red Angel" Medici and the "Iron and Blood Cross Order"?

Or perhaps, "0-01" resists all attempts to control it— Vanak's attitude when we first met is proof of this. However, given the current situation, is he willing to prioritize Albus and Gusin, and thus willing to reach a temporary cooperation agreement with the weaker party?

Despite possessing pseudo- Half-God strength and operating on Morola's home turf, Vanak was severely injured by Albus Gusin, and several members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order," and forced to flee the stronghold in a sorry state...

Albus indeed extraordinary, Gusin probably is too. My decision not to go all out and launch a surprise attack was the right one...

"0-01" is also related to that special Mirror World; Vanak can even Mirror Traversal...

Lumian looked at Vanak, who was patiently waiting for his answer, and asked with a smile, "Why me?"

Since entering Morola, he has not yet used his full strength, nor has he used any of the powerful items he possesses.

"We are the same kind of people." Vanak's dark Eyes were icy cold. "And I can clearly sense that you are not simple."

"Of course it's not simple. With so much Corruption and so many things mixed together, it would be strange if it were simple..." Lumian raised his right hand, stroking his chin, and said, "Aren't you worried that I'll take this opportunity to kill you, Albus, and Gusin, who are still seriously injured?"

"One must always be wary of others."

"You don't have the ability," Vanak said quite bluntly. "Besides, in Morola, it's not so easy to actually kill me."

Lumian leaned back in his chair, half-closing his eyes, and after a few seconds said, "Time, place."

"The time is uncertain; it depends on the progress of Albus and Gusin's investigation. I will inform you of the approximate time and the planned location in advance." Vanak, with his sharp and resolute demeanor and angular face, rarely showed a slight smile.

Lumian opened his eyes and sat up straight again:

"With your strength, how could you be so severely injured by them? What special skills did they display during the battle?"

"Not seriously injured, just close to it," Vanak emphasized. "That person Albus possesses a special power or item that allows him to create Fog of War that only High Sequence ' Hunter ' can possess... Gusin, besides being a powerful ' Hunter,' also possesses some abilities from the ' Witch ' Pathway; he can also utilize the Mirror World to some extent..."

Lumian listened attentively until the end, and a smile gradually blossomed on his face.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you."

Vanak nodded slightly, his figure gradually disappearing in the shimmering, mirror- Waterlight.

Lumian in the armchair, muttering to herself:

Could it be a trap?

"Vanak, Albus, Gusin used human lives as props to stage a play, their purpose being to ambush me?"

"Or, does Vanak want to use this opportunity to kill Albus, Gusin, and me all at once?"

"..."

Lumian thought about many things, until his head started to ache.

"Forget it, I'll think about these conspiracies in a few days. Dealing with the ' Hunter ' is too much trouble. I'll read first, I'll read first..." Lumian turned his attention back to the book "Examples of Underground Mausoleum Construction".

After another hour, he closed the book with satisfaction.

After nearly a week of hard work, he finally finished studying the first batch of books assigned by Heraberg, and he can take the exam at the Knowledge Church tomorrow!

Lumian lay back down on the bed and fell Past.

In a daze, he saw an army.

The army members, all clad in Iron-Black armor, marched in a grand procession across a reddish Plains, with something seemingly drifting in the distance.

Seemingly noticing Lumian's gaze, they abruptly turned their heads and looked over, their eyes practically tangible.

Lumian thus saw the faces of these soldiers:

Beneath the iron-black helmet, his skin Paleness and withered, as if it had lost all moisture and flesh, clinging tightly to his skull, while a dark red Flames Burning in each of his Eye Sockets.

Mummified corpse...

Is this an army of Undead?

As soon as these thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, he felt an immense fear welling up from the bottom of his heart, as if urging him to submit to some unknown force.

He fought against the feeling and finally came to his senses.

He opened his eyes and realized that it had just been a Dream. At that moment, the sky outside the window was still dark, and there was no sign of Dawn.

Did reading too much about "0-01" aggravate the Corruption? Lumian thought for a few seconds, then forced himself to sleep for a while longer, until Six in the Morning.

Julie didn't return home all night. After having breakfast, Lumian stuffed the books into the "Traveler’s Bag" and headed straight for the Knowledge Church.

Wearing a plain white Robe trimmed with brass threads, Heraberg was briefing a group of newly arrived Exiles. Lumian waited a while until the new Exiles left the Church before smiling and taking out books, saying to Heraberg, "Your Archbishop, I have finished reading these books."

"So you've added the honorific 'Your Excellency' this time?" Heraberg joked with a smile, taking the book and pointing to the corresponding Brass Book, "Go over there and take out a test paper to do."

Lumian was already prepared. He walked to the bookshelf and randomly picked out an Exam Paper.

He glanced at the tables and chairs out of the corner of his eye while examining the contents of the Exam Paper.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

The first question on the Exam Paper is:

Have you been having Nightmare lately?

The second question is:

Please describe the Nightmare in detail.

"Is this a test of knowledge? It doesn't seem like it... It's more like those psychological test questions that Anthony brought back from the Psychiatrist Guild..." Lumian thoughtfully wrote down the answers on the raised part of the Brass Book.

He answered all the questions on the Exam Paper truthfully.

"All done." Lumian felt as if he were back in Cordou Village, reporting to his Older Sister that he had completed his pop quiz.

"Let me see." Heraberg extended his right hand.

After taking Lumian's Exam Paper, he checked it from beginning to end, nodded slightly, and said, "You don't need to read all the books on these three bookshelves. This one, this one, this one..."

Heraberg pointed to seven or eight books in a row, and said with a smile, "Reading these will be enough."

Huh? I don't need to read all three bookshelves? I only need to read these seven or eight books? Lumian was a little confused, not understanding what Archbishop of Morola's basis for his judgment was.

Suddenly, the remaining books on those three bookshelves became unimportant?

Thinking about the contents of the Exam Paper, Lumian suddenly had some guesses.

He said thoughtfully to Heraberg, "Very well, Your Excellency Library."

While packing the relevant books into the "Traveler's Bag," Lumian roughly estimated the time it would take.

If he were focused and undisturbed, he could probably finish one book a day, but he couldn't do that; it would arouse suspicion.

"It will take two weeks, or even more than two weeks... But according to Archbishop Heraberg, reading these will be enough, much better than my expectation of reading three bookshelves in half a year..." Lumian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his mood improving considerably.

He Imitation his Older Sister Aurora and Franca's occasional ravings, laughing to himself, "Albus, Julie, Gusin, and Vanak, just two more weeks, after I finish my studies, I'll kill you all!"

"Well, now we need to use Vanak's 'invitation' to get clues from Albus about where the Severed-Hand Brother's head is hidden..."

"Also, we need to gather information about the ' Witch '..."

Saturday evening, Trier, Memorial Hall District.

Franca watched as Jenna moved into the guest room without a second thought after returning from Leucer Harbor. Without asking why, she thought to herself, "You seem unhappy. Julian insists on going back to Trier?"

"Yes, he's such a stubborn person." Jenna sighed deeply.

Actually, you are too, and so is your mother... Franca muttered to herself, "No need to rush, we still have about a month to figure something out."

"Hmm." Jenna glanced at Franca, who had changed into Warlock's Cloak. "You're going to attend that Occult Gathering in Lumian's place?"

"Yes." Franca tossed the Silver-White "Lie" earring up and caught it.

Compared to her initial hesitation and anxiety, she now feels more anticipation.

That's interesting, isn't it?